The Rainiest Woman
Episode 8
“Later talk alike, Prisa.” Answer Father.
“No need sir, later also if the soul mate ‘gak where is,” reply mas Sata.
“But if you marry Prisa you want ‘gak?”
“Quickly if Prisa's willing I want, Sir.” Answer mas Sata firmly.
I don't know why I feel so happy to hear that. Has my heart secretly felt love before reason? But once again I thought about Shawwal who was actually more liked by my wits. I was made into a dilemma. However, it seems that what comes from the heart always offers happiness. Because the heart does not see form but captures taste. After all, God is close to the heart, if a signal comes it must be through the heart not directly to the brain.
Pica .. pikaaa .. cuuuu ….
My phone's notification sounds ringing again. I picked up the phone from Shawwal. There is no reason that I suddenly disappeared without any news.
“Hallo Pris, you are ‘no news all day. Btw tonight I pick up ‘gak?”
“Daily in department store crowded buyers, Wal. Uh I've gone home, today I'm sift morning.”
“Oh ‘gitu .. I just got home from the office as well nih, in fact just got home.”
“Mai ask dong. Wal you love ‘not the same me? Answer honestly.” I suddenly got serious.
“From the first time we met I already liked you, Pris.”
“OK. If we marry in the next month you want ‘gak?”
“Well hurry up ‘gitu Pris. Marriage is not that simple. There are many things to consider carefully.”
“Keep it will ‘how?”
“Yes I want us to date first, get to know each other, and I promise you will definitely marry me kok.”
“Do not know I am confused. Continue now we ‘how?”
“Yes we dated first, Pris. You want ‘kan?”
“Iya deh Wal I want.”
“Thank you, baby you already want to believe and want to accept me. From today on I'm sure you'll be the happiest woman. I promise.” Syawal.
“OK. Yes, yes, Wal. I'm gonna take a shower. By Shawwal dear.”
Tut .. tut .. tut ….
When I came out of my room I saw that Sata was no longer in the living room. Even the tea glass is empty. It seems mas Sata considers father and mother like his own parents. He even looks unhappy with the drink.
Although the towel I had mengalungkan, but it did not undo the father's intention to ask. The direction of the speaker has read where it will go. But hopefully there are no one who is loud to me and my father. That kind of thing doesn't really impact me, but it hurts me.
“Pris looks like Sata is serious with you. Howdidyou think? Sata also advised not to force. But leave aside the message, son Sata, it's about the father's request. You want Ndok to get married. You are 24 years old now, what are you waiting for, Ndok?”
“Pak Pris already have a guy.”
“Loh .. loh .. loh ..., kok even dating ndok. Are there any serious yo, should not choose a serious one? Your father was ‘there were no girlfriends with your mother, the evidence persists until now.” Answer father.
‘Defend the hell yes, but noisily continue to do what sir, so the head of the family why usually only maksa, anyways from the beginning I was lazy to marry yes because I have a father like father, who is rude, and abusive, pemaker’.
“Can't do that, sir. Our guy just got caught up too. Yes at least Pris sure with,”.
“Whose name?”
“With Shawwal. Besides, Shawwal has promised to marry Pris.
“Yaudah is up to you. But the deadline is only until next month. If Shawwal until the end of the month ‘gak marahin you mean you have to marry nak Sata, or if not the same daughter father.”
I snuck into the bathroom. For me there is no meaning in arguing with people who want to win on their own. Let me think about how I can persuade Shawwal to marry me as soon as possible.
‘Kok someone ngegjal yes. Why am I the same as Shawwal. Ah I follow an indistinct mood my inner’.
After I finished the shower and it was night. At that time I laid my body on the mattress, opening once again a love letter from mas Sata. Again I was made a dilemma not a bitch. In fact, comfort alone is not enough to move me to establish a relationship. I deny my heart about mas Sata. I shouldn't be in a hurry with Shawwal. But never mind, it happened too, mending in the streetain first.
That night I fell asleep with the letter still on my chest. It seems that my heart is not willing to refuse mas Sata. I did not refuse. I mean, I haven't done it directly with Mas Sata. But with my current relationship with Shawwal, it is not clear what a rejection is. Well, it's a rejection that's far more cruel than just words.
That morning after dragging a crumpled letter into the drawer, I took a shower. Shift today is also morning. But instead of going in the afternoon and going home at night, I'd rather go in the morning. For me that morning it is better to start anything, move or just work on a hobby project that is worth art
After a race against the furor and I finally left for work. This morning something was different. After yesterday afternoon I was with Syawal by phone. Now the\-day that I live is the same as the typical activity of people in a ceremony, namely chatingan until I forget time. Actually not forgetting the time, rather keasikan themselves pay attention to each other, so the running time feels faster than I daydream.
I agree with Einstein on relativity. He said that time was relative to our mood. It's like ice cubes. The ice cubes were not adrift by the time when he would melt. It could be fast melting due to hot temperatures or very long if in a place that has been since and is airtight. The same is true in the dentist's room, where a minute feels a century. But if the chat with Syawal all day feels very fast. It's like relativity.
But after I got to the checkout, I turned off my data package as usual. I don't want to get fired for being caught on a cctv camera playing on a cell phone. I dare not imagine being a woman without a job. A woman who only depends herself on men is as bad as luck. You won't believe what men do. In a man's heart there is a beast that you cannot tame unless you are independent and ‘tak depends on it. Once you depend, your life is stretched out.
