Why Different?
Son-in-law
The traditional market is a foreign place to Juan. His parents are not the richest number one in Indonesia, but since childhood, he and his family have been accustomed to living comfortably with all the facilities. Let alone going to the traditional market, to the supermarket to buy goods monthly needs alone they never. Someone already did. They pay people to take care of all the household needs.
However, Juan did not get any trouble when he had to accompany Umi Maryam to go to the traditional market to buy a variety of vegetables and other cooking ingredients. He also did not protest when Umi Maryam asked to be escorted to Zahira's matic motorbike, instead of riding in a car so as not to overheat. Said the future mother-in-law, coming to the traditional market with a good car that will only be troublesome. Not for them, but for the parking lot there because it must turn the brain to find a parking lot for a car whose body clearly eats a place.
Various stalls Juan had come with Umi Maryam. In both hands, there are now also four shopping bags containing various types of vegetables, meat and other kitchen spices. But the name accompanies shopping mothers will not be as fast as it ends. Although it seems to have spent almost 300 thousand, Umi Maryam still continues to step foot across other stalls.
This time the kiosk that Umi Maryam was heading to was at the very outside, close to the access to the parking lot. The kiosk sells a variety of dried seafood such as squid and some types of salted fish. Umi Maryam pointed at some, then the merchant swiftly wrapped his order.
“The child is handsome, Mom, still single?” chirps the seller who is a middle-aged mother with curly hair shoulder to shoulder. “If still, can be known to my child. Coincidentally I have a daughter, still single, her age is also like not much different from her son's mother.”
Umi Maryam smiled gently as she turned to look at Juan who was standing towering behind her. While Juan can only be silent because he does not know what to serve the pleasantries of the seller's mother with what kind of reaction. Ahhe... Juan was also not sure if it belonged to the type of pleasantries or the mother was indeed intent on matching him with her daughter.
What was surprising was, Umi Maryam's response after looking back at the merchant while holding out a hundred thousand bills. “This is my ghost, Mom. My son is one, woman.”
At once, Juan felt his feet begin to no longer tread on the ground. It felt like he was floating, so free and high that it almost touched the topmost array of the sky.
Phantoms. MANTU'S?! Oh, even to call himself Zahira's future ex-parent, Juan was still timid. But right now, he actually heard Umi Maryam call him a ghost? I swear, it feels like a dream, and Juan doesn't want to wake up anymore!
“Yeah, the ex anyway. I think his son. It looks a bit like mom.” The merchant was disappointed, but Juan did not care. He was even smiling to himself, exactly the madman who had to join the asylum.
“Hazard yes, Bu?”
“Gruesome handsome, Mom. His daughter's mother must also be very beautiful, yes, until she can get a ghost all this?”
Umi Maryam just smiled. Sometimes he glanced at Juan while waiting for the merchant to give him change. If Juan.
“That's no handsome friend or brother either, Mom? Want dong to know my son.” The merchant mother still did not give up looking for a mate for her son.
Umi Maryam chuckled while receiving the change. “Nevent had a brother, Mom, only child too. If his friends I do not know, yes, his son rarely wander about it, so I do not know he has friends or not.”
“Wah, that dream son-in-law, Mom. Very lucky Mom same son Mother.”
“Alhamdulillah, Mom. If so, excuse me, yes, pity my daughter-in-law heavy carrying shopping bags.”
“Oh, yes, please, Mom. Be careful on the road.”
“Mari.” Then Umi Maryam walked first and Juan followed behind. Full smile was already her on this sunny morning.
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Although not as big as the house he lives in, Zahira's house can still offer comfort that he will not find anywhere else. Not only because he feels well received, but also because there are so many positive things he can learn while in this house.
Socialize with the neighbors around, play with death bocceils that run in front of the gate and often kick their balls through the gate and fall in the yard, also lay off the baker and buy his wares even if only one pack. Juan learned a lot from the simple life of Zahira and her family, something she obviously did not get in her own family.
“So you used my motor, yes, Ju?” Zahira emerges from behind the door carrying a bottle of mineral water that Juan had asked for. The man had just returned from the market, decided to go to the front porch after helping Umi Maryam put all the groceries into the house.
“Udah 3 monthly I do not use.” Zahira.
“Pantes. Oil and all sorts of things are also definitely not replaced and checked, right?”
Zahira nodded. Because there is still enough left in Juan's bottle of mineral water, he also downed it. Actually he was not too thirsty, so from the kitchen only brought one bottle. But after seeing Juan drinking, suddenly his throat also felt dry.
“Sayang loh it, Za, still good but not maintained.”
“Yes how, people I got busy. Abi was also not that relaxed to be able to take my motorbike to the workshop. From morning until evening he was at school, his nights sometimes ngajar naji complex boys. If Umi .. where to know about this.”
“Kan, there's me.” John pointed to himself. “Mumpung still there me, you also have to benefit well, Za. Whahuh? What do you need to ask for help? Actually a leaky faucet? I-i can. Cook lamp? I-i can. Gas in the kitchen leaking? I know the solution. Computer's got Abi error? I can actually. Nyabutin grass in the yard? I could too. What's again? Everything, everything you need, I can.”
“Tiba suddenly so?” Zahira. Juan often asked him not to ask for help. But when it came to offering to do all sorts of homework like that, Juan never did. “Suddenly want cosplay so Hong Banjang you, who can do all things by yourself?”
Hong Banjang is the name of one of the characters in the Korean drama that Zahira watched. In the drama, the character is indeed described as a man who has a lot of expertise. Starting from concocting coffee to repairing ships. Everything he can. Unmitigated, he even has a license to do all the work.
Seeing Juan who suddenly wanted to be diligent reminded Zahira of Hong Banjang whose drama was finished he watched last week.
“This is not about wanting cosplay so Hong Banjang,” Juan said that after clucking softly.
“Terus?”
“As Umi's ex, I must be versatile, Za. But handsome is not enough. I also have to be smart really many things, must want to be told anterin to the market, must be ready to love and love you to the end. Oh, don't forget, I also have to be smart to make money so you are the same Umi don't need to think if you want to shop monthly.”
Juan's fervent spirit when saying it all makes Zahira gaped. What would Umi have said while they were going to the market, to make Juan talk nonsense like now? Not bullshit, anyway. Just a little out of context and all of a sudden.
“What are you after, Ju?” suddenly Zahira put the back of his hand on Juan's forehead. “Or is sick again?”
“Ih, you! People talk seriously even spelled kesambet.” Juan grunting.
“Ya your end is strange. Did you try to suddenly talk about mantu?”
“Well, don't you like it? You don't want me to be Umi's ex? Ohhhh .. You want the Andan Bagong who is the ex-Umi? Yes?”
“Kok so bring Mas Adnan again, anyway? You are weird.”
“Tuh, right, behind. Actually you want the Adnan Bagong who became the ex Umi. Wicked.”
Just got along, they argued again. Perhaps, that sentence that Abi Hamzah tried to convey to Umi Maryam when they looked at each other to see the debate between the child and their future ghost from behind the door.
Seriate
