Watch Out for the Boss!

Jomblowati Exemplary

"Tan"

"Huh?"

"Sasha wants to get married"

One afternoon, my best friend from the womb said something to me while we were playing a game together. His name was Dimas, the most abstract being who happened to be born together and was in the same environment as me.

"Well, nice dong. Happy Dim"

I threw a smile as smooth as possible to Dimas. Even if we always fight whenever and wherever, but for matters like this, I am happy with him.

"But, I left you alone dong"

He said, looking at me with a concerned expression then continued

"If I have not married yet you are still there are nemenin, then I want to be alone mulu, sendal swallow a couple. Cook you don't"

I immediately threw Dimas' head with the PS stick in my hand. Dimas who immediately avoided putting on a super abstract grin face "Canda systur, where I could leave you alone. Where can you survive alone to face the criticism of neighbors who do notain you weathered girl"

Then there was a battle between me and Dimas.

Or there's another conversation like this

"Mom"

"What's deck?"

"It's a little mbak"

A box was pushed right in front of me. I looked at the box bearing the brand of skincare from the land of sakura with furrowed eyebrows.

"Why do you give this to mbak?"

I looked at my sister with a look of disbelief, tumben-tenbenan she so sweet this with me.

Randi just canengar-cengar "Yes nih mbak, let mbak not buluk anymore. The one who saw his eyes, his eyes ache"

I just smiled gently, not poking at Randi. Rarely will I get expensive skincare for free.

While I was busy admiring the products in front of me one by one, Randi suddenly cleared her throat

"This is my bed, I want to marry Zulfa"

Djderr..

Randi's words instantly made me widen my eyes. Didn't he just finish college and work? Zulfa, her boyfriend and our neighbor also just went to college.

Realizing my questionable expression, Randi scratched her head awkwardly

"It is better to get married quickly, do not cause slander"

Randi pressed down on the word marriage quickly with a meaningful smile that began to form on her face.

Later that afternoon I locked myself in my room, even though she kept persuading me and saying she felt guilty.

"Mbak's heartache, stepped over by himself, also satirized with words fast marriage"

I tightened the volume of my voice, trying to sound as partial as possible. The door to the room I accidentally opened.

"If there were a bag, shoes, clothes, ice cream, snack that I like, would surely be treated with heartache of my god, even a little"

After that I drowned my face in the pillow, lapping it in frustration. I then closed the room door, decided to sleep because it was drowsiness that was taking place.

The door to my room was knocked. As soon as I opened the door, I found a large package. Putting on a lazy expression, I opened the package that turned out to contain various things that I said when I was angry earlier. In the strap part, sticky note taped with writing

'Sorry, ma'am, I don't mean to offend mbak' kejombloan'.

I just inhaled a breath of trying to dampen my annoyance as soon as I read the word singles. Then pretend to smile happily while half-screaming towards the stairs

"Alhamdulillah, heal the heart of the servant of Allah. Lucky to have a bitch of this age"

My words were only answered with the tongue that belonged to Randi who had been watching me from behind the stairs. I casually pulled the parcel inside, closing the door with a carefree heart. Foolish if I'm impressed with my only taste. Wrong himself he became a traitor, stepped on me and even said the sacred words that upset me the most, namely 'quick marriage'.

Yes really, I'm very, very sensitive to the word marriage fast. Like taking medicine, at least 3 times a day I will hear these words. Starting from my mother, my sister to the brother of the lizard who just started nangkring in the complex follow along, saying the annoying sentence.

My name is Tania Adiswara, an ordinary woman who is now upset half-life due to the tearing up of my own sister and best friend. Actually not just them, I quite often face questions like this

"When's the wedding?"

"Tania what age is she this year?"

"Do you want to know your aunt's sister? Duda is, but his son is only one"

And many more.

Yeah, that's right, I'm still single and getting aggravated by my age now stepping on the head of three. At this age, the thing I fear the most is having to attend moments of gathering with neighbors and family. How no? Every get-together, even on the day of Eid which incidentally is a day of mutual forgiveness, I again became a trending topic of one family. New also mutual apologies-forgiveness, could-can mengngoyak wounds in my heart again? There is no morality.

Not to mention the family arisan event, the neighboring arisan, until the circumcision celebration of the children of RT, I remain a trending topic that is invincible. This is if if my complex mothers are good at playing sosmed, they must have made a thread on twitter that tells me about my combo.

If so, I can only pat myself on the chest, trying to be patient because of this unfair world. It used to be that answers like not finding a match or marriage was not a race were able to stop their excitement about my combo, but now it is not. They just get more excited, sprinkling acid over the wound

"Eat him don't mostly choose Tan"

"If you have a head of three gini is a little difficult to have children, so do not be too high in criteria"

Huft

Sometimes I want to shout from the post office or from the radio all together that I also want to get married, even though the doubt in my heart is still very big. Actually, it is not without reason that I still hesitate to get married and feel at home myself until the age that has passed the head of three like this. Yeah, I used to have a really bad experience in my memory.

At that time I was still cute, a student who had a variety of dreams and fantasies. Not to mention the hobby of watching Korean dramas, making my level of inhibition at the highest level. My pride is increasingly supported because in the real world I have a boyfriend who is not less sweet with men in Korean dramas. Even Lee Min Ho just lost to his charm, his name is Aryan, my premium Lee Min Ho KW which is able to make me smile all day.

Aryan and I first met in High School. Similar to the meeting of Dilan and Milea, we also met on the first day she moved school, right in the meatball cart mang Ujang which became my favorite place for me and my friends to hang out every time I went home from school.

I still remember, I was too quick to eat super spicy meatballs to choke, making me survive as hard as possible so as not to cough and be the center of attention. Amidst the melts of tears mixed with my snot, Aryan appeared, thrusting a glass as he said

"I guess, you must be the speed of eating meatballs huh?. Now drink, I've been specially prepared for you"

His face was filled with smiles with a hint of lighting coming from the tent of mang Ujang that was torn on many sides, making him look shiny in my eyes. And after that, I fell in love at first sight.

Aryan and I are like heaven and earth. Even though she just moved, she immediately became the target of the women in my school. His tall body, handsome face, his ability in terms of sports need not be doubted, and was increasingly refined with his watered-down brain. Aryan is also very kind and friendly, always helping anyone who needs his help.

Contrary to me who has a terrible reputation. As a school thug whose work makes the teacher's head dizzy 8 roving around and the brain that is close to average alone is grateful.

"Anjay, I didn't expect a school thug class like you like the same kind of model"

Dimas clicked his tongue as soon as I told Aryan about my feelings.

"He's a bad boy wrapped in Tan's good boy, and as the nickname suggests, bad boy is not good for liver health. Believe me as a man"

At that time I did not comment on Dimas's words. Said lemper pack all. In my eyes Aryan is still a perfect and sincere guy, never pretending in the slightest. And of course, she was my first love. Since then my journey to reach Aryan's love began. If I remember now, I would feel ashamed of myself because of my behavior that really shows my status as a bucin. And Aryan also did not mind, he still showed his friendly smile.

My efforts are sweet. On the eve of high school graduation, I ventured to express my feelings to Aryan and she accepted. He said he had been watching me for a long time. Don't ask me how I felt at that moment. I feel like dancing hula-hula or singing Indian songs so happy. Even the scolding and utterances full of Dimas could not take off the smile on my face.

Since then I studied hard, desperately improving myself to deserve to be Aryan's girlfriend. Even Dimas could only shake his head at my determination. I used to go nosebleed because I stayed up too much to learn. Ah the point is my struggle was incredible first.

I still remember, my name became the topic of conversation throughout the school once my relationship and Aryan was sniffed by the public. School thugs with the school Prince, we immediately have many nicknames. Even my friend who likes to write novels had written our story, and published it on his personal blog.

Of course there is an extreme group of Aryan fans who are upset about my and Aryan's relationship. But what can they do? Wanna bully me? Oops, it's not that easy as Marimar. My reputation as a school thug is not just a reputation. As a result, I never once experienced bullying, even behind me they looked at me with an annoyed expression.

Aryan and I dated for a long time. Even though we had to face the drama of LDR because Aryan was studying outside the city. I still support him wholeheartedly, even my brain began to fantasize, imagining myself being called by the call 'mother doctor' because Aryan was indeed majoring in medicine.

Everything went normally, even very happily. Aryan often makes me disappointed because of his promises that sometimes he did not keep. But her sweetness can always melt my heart. Especially when Aryan proposed to me and pinned the ring on my ring finger. At that time I thought that I was the happiest woman in the world.

Until finally my eyes were wide open when one day I decided to go to Aryan boarding house, just giving a surprise for him in the middle of his crowded coke activities. Moreover, 2 weeks earlier he had prepared a proposal event with my family secretly.

I have been to Aryan's boarding several times, so a little bit I already understand how the ins and outs of the cost, even I also have a spare key.

Just then, I cheerfully entered Aryan's boarding house. Then casually hid once he realized that Aryan had not yet returned home. Although I was actually surprised, because when I called her, she said she was on break at the boarding house.

I left the lights off, made it look like no one. Dag dig dug I'm waiting for Aryan's return. Sure enough, it was not until 10 minutes, the sound of a keyhole was heard and the door opened.

I jumped up in spirit and wanted to run to hug Aryan. But at once my steps stopped as soon as I saw what was in front of me. Aryan did come home, but he wasn't alone. He was with a woman and they were sharing a hot kiss?.

My body is completely frozen. Unknowingly the food box in my hand fell down, the food that I had prepared was specially prepared for Aryan. Even I accidentally woke up early in the morning to prepare food for him.

The two humans were not yet aware of my existence, even though the sound of the box falling should be enough to resuscitate them. It seems like they are too engrossed in their hot kiss that almost leads to a more erotic direction.

That's when my eyes managed to see clearly the face of the woman who was in Aryan's arms. She is Sarah, my most trusted friend in the world. As soon as my heart was squeezed, it never crossed my mind my own best friend would have the heart to betray behind me. He even helped Aryan prepare a proposal for me.

Don't ask what happened after that. If you think I'm going to cry and get hysterical in front of them, you're wrong. As soon as they realized my whereabouts and started to panic explain what had happened, I calmly picked up the box that had fallen on the floor. Then, relying on my speed and strength as the strongest former thug in the entire school, I spilled the contents of the food right in Sarah's head, and hit Aryan's face with rice, while I pressed it straight into her face.

Am I hurt? Sure was!. I don't cry in front of them. But as soon as I got home, I immediately cried hysterically while punching Dimas who sincerely became a boxing samsak for me. I even forced Dimas to play PS 3 the other night to relieve my heartache.

"it's like I said, that one fucek boy is wrapped in good boy, that one demon is still not believing snake maggots"

His snorting while wiping the snot that came flowing, mixed with my tears.

But I can't argue with Dimas, I just keep crying. In my heart I regretted not believing Dimas' words about Aryan and Sarah