Under the Same Sky

Chapter 9

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I glanced at Bang Adit again, hoping he could help me at this moment.

" Mom, it doesn't matter if the Princess is married. Time because he wants to get married now, Alya was also told to rush marriage?" sela Bang Adit to her mother. Apparently he caught my cue.

" Any, you two just go there. Age is old like this, still likes weird sonorous. You are especially Dit. Nyari's a real boyfriend. There have been no boyfriends of yours so far? Everything is weird." said Aunt Runi.

I glanced at Bang Adit who looked wrong because of his mother's words about him in front of me. I put on a smile. Not a wry smile, but a concerned smile. Okay, I was cornered, now he's.

" Mom, called Dad." cut Bang Adit suddenly. Aunt Runi looked back to find her husband. Seen, her husband was among the brothers who were conversing in the front yard of the house, calling Tantr Runi to get closer.

" Oh, yeah. Aunty went there first yes, called Om because." said Aunt Runi to me.

" Yes, Aunt. Later Alya will go there." I reply.

Aunt Runi passed from before us. I was silent where I stood, breathing a sigh of relief.

" Sorry yes, about what Mom said just now. Mother is indeed chatty about her people." said Bang Adit was not nice to me.

I shook my head slowly. " It's okay, Bang. Her name is also Mother, if not chatty later her son can not smoothly talk." I joked back while sitting back.

Bang Adit laughed.

" What did you just say, that's true?" ask Bang Adit.

" Which one?" confused reply.

" If you don't have a marriage plan this close?"

" Oh, that one. Aye." Yeah."

" Why?"

" What's the reason?" bang Adit's question was short so I didn't understand what he wanted to ask exactly.

" Why aren't there any close marriage plans?" bang Adit's Birthday.

" For I have no plans to go there first" I replied.

" When the candidate? Existing already?"

I looked at Bang Adiy full of probing. So, he wants to find out if I have a candidate or not? My mind floated again to Mark. Ah, I miss that guy. Missing her laugh-joking joke, longing for her sharp glare that was only fixed for me, longing for her presence to pick me up to go to the office every day, longing for her serious expression while she was at work. I miss everything that was on him.

And can Mark be considered a candidate for me? Would Mark not mind if I considered him my candidate? What if it turns out that Mark suddenly has a thought that he's not serious with me?

Dehaman Bang Adit returned me from the reverie. " why? Is there anything you want to know about me? Same mate with me?" tantiku kidding.

I laugh. Everyone says that the present era is modern, not the age of marriage in determining a life partner. Not the time of Siti Nurbaya anymore. Yes, it is for most people that way. However, there are still those who are forced to accept to be betrothed. Not because the person does not practice, but because of the will of both parents who want their children to marry their chosen person.

I imagined if I had to go through an arranged marriage, what would I do? I never imagined that I would be living with another person ever since my relationship with that abusive man ended, until Mark came to me in my days. If now I had to imagine that I had to live with someone other than Mark, I wouldn't.

I shook my head, "Don't want to, ah, Bang. How good is it, marrying someone we don't love?"

" Yes, indeed. But, there are also lasting marriages due to matchmaking. Conversely, many marriages fail because of love at first, then no longer love each other in the end."

I sighed softly. " Well, love is weird."

" Yes, indeed." Bang Adit replied briefly.

We were silent for a moment and stared at the place.

When I gave a moment to Bang Adit to continue my work, Mother suddenly came to bring me two glasses of drinks and snacks for me and Bang Adit.

" You guys talk first. There are already many people in the kitchen." said Mom, handing over the tray she brought to me.

I felt a little bad, but could not argue with Mom, especially Bang Adit also seemed to still want to continue the conversation. We finally sat back. And in front of us lay a vast field of rice that looks like flourishing rice. It was also my use by asking the Princess who happened to pass by to bring my drawing equipment.

Bang Adit smiled hearing that. I explained a little bit of a project I had to complete. How do you know to get inspiration, where we are.

" The air here can bring out a lot of inspiration" Bang Adit joked. " I forgot how the air was here while I was in Surabaya."

I smile. Ubud still keeps fresh air, much different from Jakarta in its polluted city. I still miss the air of Ubud if I have not returned to Indonesia for a long time.

" Are you going to stay in Serabaya?" I asked Bang Adit, scribbling on the paper.

Bang Adit shook his head. " If I continue there, who will take care of the business here if Mom and Dad are not around. Yes, now it's still Daddy and Mom who take care, well if later after they die? I was the first boy, definitely required to take care of this business. Can't escape that responsibility."

I'm speechless. That's right what Bang Adit said. I glued to my drawing paper, contemplating my own circumstances. I was the first daughter of two sisters who were all women. I don't know what I have to do to carry out my duties as a family successor from the Father's side who only has two daughters without this boy.

" When you?" ask Bang Adit to me.

" me? Well, to be honest, I want to run away from this responsibility that feels so heavy to me, Bang. Especially now that the Princess is planning to get married. Inevitably, that responsibility fell on all of me." I said as if muttering to myself.

Bang Adit looked at me. " But, if you don't take care of the family, who else? That would-be Princess is good, right?"

" Yes, Bang." I answered briefly.

" Daughter is just as good! Who are you the same?" ask Bang Adit.

I glanced at Bang Adit. " Hmmm... Who is it?" my challenge.

" me?" Bang Adit while pointing at himself.

I slid my fist over his shoulder with a laugh. Just-there's.