You're Not the First

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It had been a week after our meeting that time and during that time we had never been in contact at all. Only her mother called me a few times.

I lived my life as usual and buried all my dreams and dreams. Many times I have convinced myself that I can take my life forward no matter what and I am sure that after hardship there will be ease.

Alloh will not test his servant beyond his limits.

I glanced at my vibrating phone and saw a message notification there.

'Darling.... what time do you go home?'

'Jam 2 an ma.', I replied.

'Let's pick you up...'

'yes ma...'

I smiled at my conversation with the future-in-law. It looks so sweet to me.

"Sofi....! Done already?" My guiding voice shocked me.

"Oh yes, ma'am, in a moment...."

"Focus sofi....!!"

"Good ma'am...."

I reread the paper in front of me trying to refocus on the material my guide gave me.

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Once again I saw the clock in my hole.it was two o'clock more but my camer was not visible yet. I sat restlessly in front of the course, it was like waiting for a boyfriend.

I am happy with the affection of my mother at least there are more who love me besides mami papi. If usually the daughter-in-law of the same in-laws often do not fit and disagree, on the contrary with me. My relationship is better with my future father-in-law than with my future husband.

In the meantime just follow the current anyway I have nothing to lose. Just need to prepare the heart so that if at any time see it with other girls I can be ordinary.

Although the sun was very hot but then the people along this road as if not disturbed by the rays that pierced the skin. All are busy to be active in order to continue life well and more worthy.

'Tin..tinn....' A car stopped right in front of me.

"Let's go, baby... sorry... mama's late....??"

He opened the door and I went in with a smile. Say yes, it doesn't feel polite. Just a smile.

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Arriving at the grand house, I was directly in the same camer and invited into the house.

" Later we cook first yes. while waiting for your koko to come home..."

'koko...?Hiyya... Why was he even taught to call koko? Hua....how will I call him?'

"How is my prayer?" My mouth is flexible once call camer with the name mama. I bring enjoy even though I have not been fully able to consider like my own parents but as little as I have tried.

"This mother's daughter-in-law..... Prayer with mom...?" He said while cupping both of my cheeks.

I nodded, happy to feel. If only papi family or mami there are also dear to me like this, would be happy.

"Your mother called you earlier. My son took her for a moment. It'll be a new night back...." Mom said when we arrived at the guest room.

"Yes... I (read ai) also already kabarin mami kok. Uh that. I mean, I also have tidakan mami kok ma..."

Mama smiled at me who let go said I. Sometimes suddenly out the words, keceplosan. when I have learned to say me or me. This is because the habit in school used to call it I. you...

"You're like Daniel. I ...you... his school habits." Mama said understanding.

"Daniel who's ma?"

"Koko's sister...."

My lips formed an o without any sound while the mangosteen.

So he's not an only child, is he.....? oohhhhhhhhhhhh...

"Emmm... just take a shower ma, the abis will immediately pray out Maghrib rest for a while. My body's getting sticky all this ma...."

"OK deh. Mommy will shower first. This Abis let his clothes be delivered here. Do you not use a negligee? Just at home, right?"

"Its ok.ma" I said again. Though again talking to the parents even said ok.

Hope you don't have the same heart as Mom.

'If later the koko go home and see I use the daster ilfeel no huh? Whatever is none of my business either. There can be no sense.' My mind is at war.

I waited for the change of clothes that Mama promised while lying on the bed. The mattress is so soft, it sucks. I think I have it first.... Long sleep on a makeshift mattress makes me happy when I can sleep on a luxurious mattress again. I turned to the right and left. Snoringap then back. I bow my hands and feet like a butterfly flying over a flower. The width of the bed. Enough for 4 people if the sleep is straight.

This room turned out to be quite large, on the right and left of the bed there was a small nightstand, there was a bathroom also inside.

Our house used to be like this....

Even though we have sincerely lived a very simple life sometimes still berserk miss with our abundant treasures that once seemed endless.

"Tok tock......."

As soon as I heard the knocking on the door I immediately got up from the fall and opened it.

"Excuse me non. This is told to be the same mother" said one of the two women who is now standing in front of me while giving me a negligee dress.

"Where is this non?" Ask the other woman while showing the tray containing drinks and fruits.

"There, mmm" I said pointing to the nightstand and confused how to call it.

"I mbok Well non, this is bik ju.."Said the older woman introducing herself.

"Oh yes mbok, I'm Sofiyah... call a tonic yes.. don't non..!" I said because I was uncomfortable with such a call.

"Yes ndak yang to non. koko Bas kok candidate called nonik.." said bik ju.

"Yes, you're mbok?" continued.

"He em non's. Ordinary .... long time also accustomed to non....."

I blinked my lips at those words, they sounded like they were teasing me. I was so embarrassed because the reality was not like that.

"Thank you...." I said when they were saying goodbye.

After bathing and praying in the musolla of this house I let go of my face and put on my veil. Just pull it up. Quick and easy especially I am also not too good at wearing a hijab with various variations. Yes, this is how it is...

Daster mama's actually a little bit of sloppy in my body but it's ok.

If later she sees me who wears the same negligee jilbab bergo how does she think? Is he gonna tell you I'm a village?

Se-rah!! I have nothing to do with him. If he's indifferent I can't lose either. My face is not ugly either.

Again my mind is at war

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"How long are you waiting, dear?" Mom asked me when the brownies I put in the open.

"Twenty-five minutes ma with fire is ma...."

"Yes long?" said mama.

"How are we going ahead? While waiting for his brownies to mature...?"

"Let me first clean the kitchen ma. I made a mess of it." I said.

"Let's clean up the same shoot-out. Bik ju please yes....!"

"Nggeh ..nggeh... " Bik ju was struggling to get close to his mother when he heard her name being called.

"I'm ahead first...." Mama said to her domestic assistant who was directly bearded.

With a heavy heart I followed my mother's steps. It's actually not good for a shootout because the kitchen gets dirty like that after me and my mom cook.

Mama was so excited when cooking earlier that flour scattered everywhere. Like, my mom was so happy to cook with me. Maybe my mom wants a daughter...