This Is Not What I Want

First male...

"Ah fresh, it's clean" today, I wear my favorite nightgown, the model is like a long negligee with a strap model on the boat and furrowed from the chest to the waist, continues wide to the bottom. The clothes I drew myself loh, but the tailor who sewed his clothes, I like to make a picture of a model of clothes, emm design yes, but can not sew😌.

It's 5 in the afternoon. I started to lock the windows and close the curtains, turn on the lights, so that the mosquitoes do not enter the house, "Riri, Arman will come soon, he said to return the book. Wait a minute, it was my permission, mom wanted to bathe your sister and Kiki all, so don't have to look for mom." It seemed that my mother was not waiting for my answer, and it was true that "Tok tok, Assalamualaikum" Arman's voice behind the door had been heard.

"Waalaikumsalam, a minute." I ran to my room, picked up a slayer to cover the top of my body and opened the door.

"Sorry for a long time, please come in, brother" so all awkward.

His right hand seemed to be carrying the book I lent him yesterday. "Sit down, what do you want to drink?" "Beautiful tea is warm, if not troublesome" he replied. "Don't bother, just wait a minute." If the guest is not the king, I'm a cuekin that's a man. Why did he come to try, why not turn the book outside aja earlier, "Riri guests do not diemin alone in the living room is not good" suddenly the voice of my mother resuscitated me.

Mama is a shaman yes, kok know the heck I deliberately linger making his tea. "This is her tea, sister, this is no snack cake is also a little, do not be shy. Oh yeah how's it, brother, mama's cleaning up in the back,..." "I'm not looking for your mama Ri, I'm here to see you." The atmosphere is a bit hot...I'll get the fan first. This original the first time I sat in one room with a cute guy instead of a temen, and my heart is still yes seneng ya strange..I why?...the first time there was a man to my nyariin house, usually my brother tuh who was metatengin mennya buanyak.

I smiled, "From what I heard I can say, you are good, brother, there is nothing wrong with you, maybe you are too picky, you are too picky, which girl doesn't want to be with you sister." I replied while reminding her to drink. "You don't think I'm weird" Why did he become like those who came to confide in me huh, ah I'm used to dealing with this. Don't think weird Ri. "You're cute, you have a job, you can even get married. What's so weird? For a measure of established men what went wrong is back to your decision. It's not weird, but maybe there's nothing that fits you yet."

"When about my job what do you think?" this time he dared to ask while looking at me. "You're great, I hear your job is what you like, great you can make your own business, even to have employees." "My employees, my brothers all Ri, not all of my brothers can go to school, eventually they can't get the job they expected. I just want to help them too. Helping each other's intentions" I nodded in her approval. "Riri want to take what major? I told you that Riri is now confused about what to major in." Brother Arman, asked yes asked, do not keep looking at me so lucky there is a table between us, why do I feel like I will be pounced on.

"Yes I'm still confused, I like language, but I don't want to go to language class, I want to go to IPA but I don't have the same math and physics. what to IPS aja yes I'm good at social science and I still get language lessons too. But papa and mama were IPA graduates would they be disappointed huh?" I answered her question, but I ended up immersed in my own thoughts.

"Whatever you will choose, I will support you Ri, it's almost magrib, I should go home first yes, please say goodbye to Mom." Arman stood up and "Ri, this is your book, thank you for lending it, I got to know you, I'm waiting for Ri as soon as possible." Arman stepped out of the house, I put the book on the table and followed it out, mama too, "thank you for playing Nak Arman, sorry I can only serve as a potluck" said Mother in front of the porch. "I thank you Mom for letting me meet and be friends with Riri. I go home first Ma'am, let's Riri, wassalamu'alaikum." Me and mom "Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

"Where is Ri, making friends isn't scary, is it?" I just gave you a smile.