THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE

Decision Via

Decision Via

"Huffff, I'm confused. Can I live with the refrigerator? But if you refuse, is your father not disappointed? They are so kind to me, love me sincerely. Without them, I don't know how to live this life after I don't have a mom and dad."

"Maybe you need some time to consider this. Please think carefully. If anything gets stuck, just tell us" Ms. Aisyah said.

"Bun, is Via still in college?" ask Via.

"certain. Not only college, you can still hang out with your friends" replied Ms. Aisyah as if she knew what Via was thinking.

There was relief emanating from Via's face. He was still silent, thinking of Farhan's proposal.

"Kok I'm still confused, huh? Mas Farhan is cold like me. I don't know him very well even though I meet him often. I know Mas Azka better. But it's impossible, right, I just ask Mas Azka? Mas Farhan has not married even his sister first. Mas Azka is not working. Of course, my father and mother objected. Moreover, Mas Azka's educational background is not economic. What is expected Pak Andi to be able to help papa kan companies that have an economic education background. Thank goodness for the experience. Haduuh, why is it on Mas Farhan all? I'm so confused looking for a reason to have a reason to refuse."

Via took a deep breath to dispel her heartbreak.

"What else should I ask my father and mother, huh? Uh, if I marry the fridge, where would I stay? Maybe he has prepared a house or apartment for both. If it's just the two of you, he's got a lot of chances to .... Ah, I'm horrified to think about it."

After a moment of silence, Via asked

"Had Via been married to Mas Farhan, where would we have lived?"

Ms. Aisyah looked at Mr. Haris gesturing for an opinion. The husband understood and gave an answer.

"How does the Via want it?"

Via shock. He did not think the question was returned to him.

"Via... Via doesn't know, Dad."

"Then, we'll talk together tomorrow. We also need to know Farhan's wishes."

"Obviously, there is no compulsion. Talk about problems openly. So, there's no wedge whatsoever. Understood?" Ms. Aisyah added.

"If Via wants to be here with Father and Mother, may it?"

Miss Aisyah laughed. Mr. Haris followed with a laugh.

"Of course we don't mind. What else to take care of the grandchildren later," replied Mr. Haris.

"Huh? So you want a grandchild soon?" ask Via surprised. His heart was racing again.

"It depends on God when the grandchildren leave us. The point is, we don't force our children to have children. That's not our authority. Happiness and calmness in the household of children is more important," continued Bu Aisyah wisely.

Via breathing relief.

"I was told to keep getting pregnant to have children. Thankfully, my father and mother were wise. Uh, did I accept the fridge's proposal? But, I have no logical reason to refuse. Time says no love. Who do I love? Oh my God, how am I supposed to do this? Papa, Mama, do I have to marry the son of my adoptive parents? Can that refrigerator man accept me? Ah, I'll ask you."

"Mmm, can you ask me again?"

"Of course I can. Just ask what you want to know," replied Ms. Aisyah.

"Did Mas Farhan like Via? Can he accept Via? Or was she told by Father and Mother to marry Via?"

Ms. Aisyah smiled gently and replied, "We didn't ask Farhan to marry you. But, we offered him. Bede lo, ordered and offered. Well, it turns out Farhan wants to. Mother has also asked her readiness to marry you. He said he was ready to accept the advantages and disadvantages you have."

Via gawking at her adoptive mother's explanation. He felt increasingly cornered.

"I really have no reason to refuse. O God, help your servant. Give me the best way."

"Via, we don't require you to answer now. Please consider cooking. Only, the time is getting narrower. Prospective investors will meet in four days. Remember, there is no compulsion!"

Via took a deep breath, then said slowly, "Via decide now, Dad. Bismilbornrahmanirrahim, Via accepted this proposal. Via is willing to marry Mas Farhan."

Mr. Haris and Ms. Aisyah looked at each other again. They smiled with relief.

"Alhamdulillah, hopefully this decision is a decision that Allah is pleased with, a good start for your life later" said Bu Aisyah.

"We have to talk about it with Eyang and Om Andi. I'll let them know."

Ms. Aisyah stroked Via's head gently and then said, "Now, rest! Mom and Dad are going back to the room.

Assalamualaikum."

Via escorted father and mother to the door of her room. After closing the door to his room again, he returned to the bed and laid his body on the bed.

Her view glazed. Drowsiness that usually comes at 9 pm, has not been willing to alight.

"Is my decision right? I hope so. May the refrigerator be the soul mate God sent me."

Via's gaze hit on the photo album lying on his study desk. He got out of bed and took the photo album.

He saw pictures of his family while his parents were still alive. The album contains photos of Via's childhood, when Via was still Kindergarten to SD.

No tears began to crawl his cheeks. Drop by drop falls on top of the photo.

"Pa, Ma, Via is getting married. Restui this marriage. Via is very sad to get married in the absence of Papa and Mama. Via will marry the judge. Actually, Via heavily married now. Via is not yet fully ready. God willing, for the sake of Papa's struggle, Via tried sincerely. Hopefully it can be a family of Sakinah mawadah warahmah, even so suddenly."

In Pak Haris and Bu Aisyah's room, they were talking about Via's decision.

"Are we going to have a big wedding reception? The recipe is at home or in the building? The time has been very tight. Can we get the reception ready in two days?" Ms. Aisyah opened the conversation.

"Wah..wah, who wants to have a daughter-in-law, true spirit? What dowry? What's his brightness? How's the wedding dress?" joking Mr. Haris.

"Ih, how come it's so soft, anyway? This is serious," said Ms. Aisyah.

"Yes, this is serious too. Ayang Mommy would think of that too?"

Ms. Aisyah was silent. In her heart she confirmed her husband's words.

"Now, yeah, don't get too uptight thinking about our child's marriage. I'm afraid my father is sick."

"Then, what should I do? On one hand I'm happy my son is getting married. Especially with my adopted son whom I love, whom I know has good character. But...."

"Ssttt.our son," cut Mr. Haris.

"Yes, our son, our adopted son. The time we have to prepare for marriage is very short. Can it?"

"I think it's important that they get married officially, legally in religion or in the rules of the state. About the reception we think about later. It doesn't have to be so wedding reception. I think the kids can accept that. The reception was to announce to people that they were husband and wife so as not to be slanderous."

Aisyah looked at her husband. There was relief in his eyes. His smile was also.

"Well, so! That smile is beautiful."

"If not smiling, then not beautiful?" asked Miss Aisyah annoyed.

"Not so, if Ayang's smile is much prettier, more charming, more.... Ouch!"

Mr. Haris' sentence has not been replaced by a shout. It turned out that a small pinch landed on the waist.

"Ni's getting naughty, yeah! His son wants to be a bride, remember the new time to be a bride? You want to repeat, right?" ledek Mr. Haris.

Miss Aisyah just chipped. That attitude was reciprocated with a hug by her husband.

"Udah, zealand. Our conversation is not over yet" Ms. Aisyah said as she thrashed.

Mr. Haris let go of his embrace and asked, "What else?"

"Do we not need to talk about it with eyes and Mr. Andi?"

Mr. Haris flinched. He got up from his seat.

"Yes, I forgot. Wait a minute, I'll just call them. I hope I haven't slept."

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