Wedding Story's

Seventy Six (Gara Ketoprak)

The splashing of rainwater that fell to the earth this afternoon seems to have caught my attention. How many drops of rain I saw fell from the sky through the window of my room. To this day, I have not wanted to get out of my seat.

Rained out. Always a moment where I will always remember the problems of life, crying and even laughing at the same time when it rains. I like the rain. But this time, the rain reminded me of a household problem that was getting more and more complicated for me to understand. Or is it that I am too early to understand all the issues about marriage?.

I guess no, age is not a benchmark for one's maturity, right?

Fiona's. The name of the week always filled my mind. My little daughter who is now in her condition is completely unknown to me. Let alone hugging her, her voice alone I no longer hear.

I remembered, a few days ago, I asked about my brother who was in the hospital with Fiona and one woman who I did not know at all. This I know from Nana who's taking care of Boy. But what is the answer from fadil. Nothing, instead it became bait for us to fight again and I think it was a pretty big fight. Almost my cheek was the target of a kak fadil which at that time more lead to accusations against him.

What's wrong with me asking. If it wasn't him why would he be so angry?

Ah ntahlah. So heavy a burden I think right now. It felt like a big rock was falling. Not visible, but very stressful.

My daydream in the current rainy atmosphere I have to end because there is a knock from outside the room. That's mama. It was from his voice calling my name.

" What's wrong ma?" I asked my mom.

" Said the madam, you haven't eaten since. Mama thinks you're sick again" explained mama with a look of concern.

I smiled as I shook my head "Renata is healthy. Just still full. Eat the rest of the rice fayyad. Mubazir if he was thrown out" I explained to mama.

Fayyadh can already eat hard rice. When I fed him lunch, his rice was not used up. He wanted to be forced, afraid he might vomit. Be the one who continues to spend it.

" Lohhh.itukan different mother. Where enough is just that. Who ate two lives loh" Saut mama again. That's mama. Sometimes come with the children call me mother. The child means.

" yes. After this Renata ate deh" My breakup finally who did not want to argue mama further

" Yes should it be "Saut mama fast.

" Aoma's granddaughter in sleep?" Mama asked while looking in the room.

" Yes ma. The weather really supports sleep" I explained to my mother. I slide my body to the left which originally closed the door. It appears that in bed two children of different sexes again fell asleep soundly.

Mama nodded after being satisfied to see her granddaughter who was soundly sleeping "Yaudah. Then my mom would go to the room again. Don't forget to eat loh re" said Mama once again.

I smiled as I nodded once more "Oh yes ma. Ketoprak who used to pass in front of the house, has passed yet huh?" I asked my mom. Suddenly now I want to eat ketoprak. Imagine the spice goes into the tongue.ahh.

"Not through the kayak. Rain gini how to want to muter sales" explained mama. Yes too.

" Want to eat ketoprak?" Ask mom

I'm shaking. Though in the heart cheer say yes "no kok ma. Nanya doang" my alibi.

Mama nodded "Mama to the room again re" Pamit mama again left me who still imagine ketoprak "Patience yes son. Eat the armpits on the pending first" my monologue while rubbing my distended stomach.

Ngidam.

****

The rain is starting to stop out there. Stay stub drizzle one down to wet the earth. But my desire to eat ketoprak has not disappeared from my mind.

Want to ask for a husband, prestige. It's a cold war. But this time I want it to be bad. I'd like to go buy it myself, but Mager. It's all wrong.

A brilliant idea came to my brain. After that I nimbly grabbed my phone and called someone.

Exactly it. With one connection directly connected "Kenape?" Ask from the phone there.

" Nana aunty. Debay who in the stomach wants to eat ketoprak" I said with a sound of groaning. Hope you pity me with this poor me.

" Busy I Re. Rame nih visitors. Ask the same guy"

My lips pursed on hearing nana's rejection

" Nana. plissss really wants this benran. The mind continues from his armpit" Aduku.

There was a heavy sigh of nana from the end of the phone there "If I can't bumil the real cute. No, I'm mintain please Boy"

" uhh don't Boy dong Na. He just had an accident" I refused. Given the accident Boy had how many days ago. There are no serious injuries, yes, but it is still an accident.

" Ehh Na. yes. Boy is also not papa" I finally broke up. Than not eating ketoprak. Later the candidate debaynya ileran again.

****

I stepped excitedly towards the main door when I heard the sound of the bell. My eyes sparkled when I found Boy with a white crackle. Must be my ketoprak dong.

" I'm sorry mbak. It's a little long" Boy said, handing the package over to me.

I smiled kindly "No papa Boy. I should be the one apologizing for taking care of you"

" Oh yeah. How are you. How did you get to work again?" My toot. Though if Boy asked for permission to take a little while off, it is not a problem of course.

I saw Boy smile. The handsome also turned out. There's a dimple on his right cheek. Ehhh kok odd I am.

" It's healthy, ma'am. It's not good if the holidays are late"

I'm a mangosteen "It's the price of a smoky armpit"

My chat show with Boy suddenly paused because of someone's dull voice.

I looked to the side. There was already a fadil brother with a piercing look. I let out a sigh of resignation. Problem one has not been solved. There's a new problem.

Anyway, I did go home. Uh

I followed the fadil footwork that thrust a hundred thousand overtime into Boy "Udah paid the same as Nana kok mas" Reject Boy.

" Wage for you who already want to bother buying my wife's wishes" explained kak fadil by emphasizing the word his wife. Why anyway?

" No need to mas. It's also part of my assignment "again Boy turned it down.

" I'm going to go to the cafe again, Mom"

" Boy's heart" I told Boy who was about to leave.

After Boy left. I'm intilin from behind. Ehh no ngintilin anyway, yes just the direction of our goal is the same, keep me walking behind him. So it's like ngintilin.

" Where is your phone?"

" he?"  I suddenly cengo heard the question arrived brother fadil.

" It's so hard for you to talk to me if you want something. Choose another guy to fulfill your wishes rather than your own husband"

I looked down Afraid.did not dare to look at the big brother who might be holding back his emotions.

" Answer" said kak fadil

" You're gonna get me jad-"

" You are the one who cuddled me. I'm not the one you've been cuddling with" said the fadil brother cutting my answer.

Tuh. By the way mulu

" You snapped my snaps. Yes, it is natural that I will be with you" I replied again seeking self-defense.

Fadil's sister rubbed her hair riled up "It's up to you"

Before leaving he put a white package on the dining table" Please throw it away. You've already bought his armpits"

I round my eyes wide. How can I know his wife wants to eat ketoprak again. I remembered, this must be the mama who called my sister fadil if I again want ketoprak.

But why should it be so angry anyway. Is it because Boy brought his armpits. I asked him to go to Nana. Not to Boy. Husband that one suudzon mulu to his wife anyway.

I glanced at the two packages of ketoprak that were in front of my eyes. Forgetting the annoyance of fadil, I opened the two packs of ketoprak brought by kak fadil and Boy. Brother Fadil told to remove his armpit, yes where possible. My stomach is enough if only to make two packs of ketoprak that I had been craving.

The sustenance of the child in the stomach.