The Thorn in the Family

POV Bethari

Bethari POV.

As an ordinary woman, I dreamed of having the best life partner. Sholeh, generous, firm and gentle in speech, one of the most important to me I wish my life partner a faithful person like the prophet Ali Bin Abi Talib's friend,he loved only one woman all his life.

Too perfect?.

For a Bethari Ambarwati, a woman who is mediocre, low-caste and has a passing age for the size of marriage for women.

There is no specific name that I write in my heart, there is not a single name that I mention in every verse of do’a that I offer to the almighty every night.

I've resigned my resolve.

One thing I have always believed in my heart is the promise of God, if a good woman is to be with a good man, and vice versa. Such is the advice that I always hold firm as solace when agitated whack.

When the age entered thirty years more, I no longer asked to be a match with who this self is, I only begged to be strengthened in everything, and if God wills to meet my soul mate, it will not be difficult for that.

I was patient in the wait.

I prayed without mentioning names.

I rely on the one who betrays me.

Until that day, something unexpected in my life. Mr. Randi proposed to me. I knew him as a good man, cold, devout in religion and so keep my distance from women, but that morning so suddenly Mr. Randi proposed to me directly to my mother.

I'm appalled.

I'm worried.

I am also happy, because there are men who choose to make his wife when I am no longer young.

You ask me how my heart is?.

I don't know, I'll ask the creator to find the answer. I believe love will come as time goes on which is important to try each other out. Didn't me and Randi have both grown up to undergo a marriage mahligai.

***

Mother's Home.

The vidio call connection is still running. I was still speechless in my shock about mother's words earlier.

“Nak, you heard what mom said?, son Randi proposed to you, don't you guys know each other already?”. Mother seemed confused by my silent attitude with an expression of matchless surprise.

“Iya bu Dancing listen, pak Randi is a top Dance at work”.

“Thank God if you already know each other, I'm relieved by that, for your business is willing or not to accept nak Randi's proposal, I fully submit to you nak”.

“Good ma'am, allow Tari to think for a moment before deciding to step forward”.

One thing that is still doubtful in the heart of Dari about Randi is, can Randi fully accept her family state that is completely dependent on Tari.

“Bu, may mother hand over her phone to Mr. Randi briefly”.

Mother handed the phone to Randi, who happened to be sitting next to her.

“I'm sorry for suddenly coming to your house without asking permission”.

“I'm sorry that I surprised you with all this, I'm sorry for my unwillingness to propose to you without asking for your consent first”.

“I'm too cowardly to say directly to you”.

“Betahri Ambarwati, allow me with all these feelings that God entrusts to make a confession to you. I have long held a love and admiration for you, howaya I never dared to say it not not not to not want to have you, I just want to keep you until halal for me to touch you”.

“By the name of the merciful and merciful God, be my companion in times of joy and sorrow with me Bethari Ambarwati”.

With a sweaty face and trembling hands Randi said that to Dari.

While Dance who was there was shed happy tears. Maybe this is the answer to the strains of do’a temples that he proposes every day.

Dance scooped her face, gently wiping away the clear details that lay on her face.

“Trank you sir, for all the good intentions you expressed to me, I was so moved by it”.

“Lantas how do you answer?”.

Dance just smiles.

“Allow me to think and ask for directions on the m

Oft-turned-heart sir, I will be quick to give an answer if my heart has found the steadiness to answer”.

“Good, I understand maybe this is too sudden for you and family”.

“I am waiting for an answer from you, I hope the happy news that I will hear later”.

“Assalamualaikum”.

“Waalaikumsalam”. Vidio's call was cut off.

Randi's son there's something I want to tell you. Dance is the only mother's child. Dari became an orphan when she was nine years old. Ipul is the adopted son of the mother of the late father of Tari (cousin of Tari from the father's family). Since she was a child, Dance has lived in limitations and shortcomings.

Dance has been the backbone of the family since she graduated from college, although even when she was in college, Dance has helped our lives. A good boy's dance never troubles his family. It is precisely the mother and the Ipul who depend entirely on Dance to survive.

Mom closed her eyes, holding back the tears that started to almost spill in her eye sockets.

Not only mother and Ipul, sometimes the other brothers also do so to Tari, only the mother is unable to defend him.

This time my mother's tears just fell, remembering the pakde treatment on her family.

“Bu, if Tari is willing to marry me, I will not hinder Tari from continuing to worship mother”.

Mom just nodded her head.

“Excuse the old lady who can only trouble you guys.”.

“Nak Randi don't worry, Dance a good and obedient child she is also a loving family”.

“Does nak Randi's parents know about this?”.

“My parents know ma'am, and they agree if I choose Dance as my life companion”.

“Bu, it looks like I have to immediately excuse me and return to Surabaya there are things I have to do, I beg you to resign first”.

“Randi beg mother, to stay here as long as mother wants, this is mother's house and will be mother's house forever”.

Randi said goodbye to Miss Marni, not forgetting to kiss her hand.

“Trank you son, be careful on the road. Mother titip Tari”.

“Mothers will be happy, I will take care of it”.

Mother delivered Randi to the front of the house, now Randi has entered his car, not forgetting the ladder to Miss Marni. Marni was still reluctant to enter until she saw the car completely disappear from her sight.