The soul mate YOU sent

Chapter 11 Early

It had been three days since the dinner incident happened. I returned to my usual activities. It's just, now I live at home. My parents forbid me to go back to the boarding house.

The parents agreed to leave this matchmaking business to me and Mas Zaky. They gave us time for ta'aruf. Although Mas Zaky's parents agreed with a heavy heart. I know they are offended by my attitude. And also my condition now. Who is the parent who wants to marry his child to a woman who is pregnant with another boy?, of course they feel objection.

I decided to follow this ta'aruf period. No, not because I gave up on my love for Mas Damar. But because I respect Mas Zaky, it was his decision that made the two families not to be cut off. I don't have to marry him either. I can still refuse. There really is no compulsion. My decision also calmed my parents. Although they have not forgiven me completely for my actions.

The morning after the dinner, I faced a more gripping situation than the thesis, haha. They have been asking me all sorts of questions. I explained all the situations I had with Mas Damar. Despite the debate we finally understood each other. They feel very disappointed in me, that's clear. But they are willing to forgive me. It was one of my considerations to be willing to go through this ta'aruf period. Since my parents are willing to forgive me, why don't I give up a little for them.

For Mas Damar, I never gave up. For three days I have been more active in looking for him. I went to see some of his friends before my afternoon shift started. Or just by phone and social media when I was too tired after undergoing a night shift. But there is still no progress, not even a new clue.

And for today, I can't go looking for information. Although today I'm shift afternoon, but this morning is the first meeting of my ta'aruf period to begin. Mas Zaky asked me to spend some time this morning until before my afternoon shift began.

Having promised to be earnest in living this ta'aruf, I will do it with all my heart. But I don't intend to lure him in with my appearance, that's why I look as simple as possible.

I only wore a dress slightly below the knee in a pastel green sleeveless with full rubber wrapped around the waist. made of chiffon with a slight accent of small folds elongated on the chest. and a little ribbon dangled in the collar of his sanghai. Since the weather was quite sunny and hot, I intentionally did not wear a cardigan. I adjusted it to the white flat shoes. After deciding to braid my hair into a single strand from the top of my head to the end, I was ready to set off. Taking out a small sling bag of color matching my shoes, I immediately stepped out of the room.

"Well.wes pretty, sido arep metu karo Zaky?" (wah..already beautiful, so want to go out with Zaky?), Mas Yayan's voice greeted me at the dinner table.

Breakfast has been presented neatly, ranging from fried rice, bread along with some jam and various fruits. While picking up one banana of ambon, I shifted the chair and sat down next to Mas Yayan.

"Hemm", I answered briefly. I'd rather be quiet, eat my pisang quietly. Still feel awkward to interact with them after a fight yesterday.

"Zaky arep shuttle, opo arep neng njobo's meeting?"(Zaky wants to pick up, or meet outside), this time the father asks.

"katae arep pick up.", I answered still did not look at them. I prefer to start eating apples while playing my phone to avoid them.

"You're not po-po, are you?, sorry yo, 'cause your mom's getting nauseous again" said mom, helping me walk back to the living room. It's not seen the plate and its contents that make me nauseous. Maybe my mom or someone else got rid of it. My dad was no longer at the dinner table. She always dodged or displayed a stern expression as I showed signs of my pregnancy as it had just happened. "Purun takapno mint leaf tea?, iku effective gawe ngilangno nausea pas pregnant young."(want to make mint leaf tea?, it effectively eliminates nausea when pregnant young), mother's voice back heard. I just nodded in response.

Moments after drinking mint tea and calming down for a while, I heard my mother's voice talking to someone in the front yard. Maybe it's Mas Zaky.

I got off the sofa in the lounge and headed for the front yard. Sure enough Mas Zaky was sitting in a garden chair with mother who was seen smiling sumringah. I stood long enough on the porch.

My gaze was fixed on the figure I had met several times. Just this time I was able to observe the figure of Mas Zaky. He was no less handsome than Mas Damar, only his skin was slightly darker. His face was firm, with a short nose with a slightly high nasal bone.The eyes were sharp with perfect black eyeballs. A little beard on his chin. But it did not make his face look shabby, instead making it look menly authoritative. Body strapping. Not skinny nor does it contain. And this is what makes me less likely to walk next to him. He's falling on average. I remember bumping into him in the hospital lobby. When I stood tall I only got a little under his shoulder. With that kind of posture, I can hide behind it and no one will see me. My lips were pulled to the side when I imagined that ridiculous thing. I saw him wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, collared with a sanghai with four buttons. A little brown combination on his arm, collar and chest pocket on his shirt. Brown material pants along the ankle and shoes slip on white color. Looks good on him. No, not suitable. But perfect. I blinked a few times. What the hell am I thinking? No, of course not because I'm interested in him. I'm just saying what I see. There was no feeling in the explanation. I'm pretty sure. I put those words in my heart. I walked closer to them.

"Wes lama mas?", asked when I arrived next to my mother.

"Now, I saw the flowery water again. So chat broke. I do love plants, after all", she replied with a smile. His sight never escaped me when he spoke. An intense look but not the type that will make you uncomfortable. It's hard to explain. For a moment I was transfixed by the black bead of his eyes. But it soon came to a realization as the mother's voice responded to what Mas Zaky had said.

"Oh, wes ever tried to nanam opo?", asked the enthusiastic mother.

"Ever try to plant vegetables anyway buk first, pas wonten Cairo. Not bad buk, make ngirit spending.", sound calm but still menly.

"Well, great sampeyan. Neng negoroe uwong emang kudu pinter financial ngator. Ben didn't take the barracks."(wah, great you. In the country people must be good at managing finances, let not to be miserable.), the voice of the mother sounds familiar when saying it.

Their conversation continued very familiarly. Even I was like talking to Mas Yayan. I just chimed in occasionally. Ibuk looks sumringah. Seemed to enjoy talking to Mas Zaky.

We talked for over thirty minutes in the garden. The sun started high, and shone on us with excitement. But never seen a decrease in enthusiasm ibuk chat with Mas Zaky. I never once saw the expressions I showed for Mas Zaky when I met Mas Damar. It makes me sad. But I immediately brushed it off, so that mom wouldn't see it.

I hope this is the right decision for everyone. So that no more people will be hurt. Especially Damar.