Young Marriage (?)
4. Ill
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The longer my family and aunt Nurfa's family are getting closer. Oops now I don't call him aunty anymore. Intan and I have called Mother just like Arisya.
Arisya's sister turned out to be Dafa's schoolmate. And he said, Dafa used to like that with Kak Arisya. But that was before, just like that. After all, Arisya's sister is married, although I still don't know who her husband is. He never looked at. We are close, but only to play or talk together. Our closeness has not yet reached the stage of the story of personal life issues. All I know is that Arisya's sister got married young. So at the age of twenty-five years he already has Arsyad who is soon five years old.
Maybe Kak Arisya family adherents of the young marriage tradition are also like my family.
"Ateu Fafa!" arsyad Laung.
Garagara Intan, Arsyad so call me "ateu". He called me brother before. I feel like I'm getting old now.
Every weekend Arsyad will stay with me. We've known him for almost a month, and it's the third time he's stayed. I love playing with him, he's not the bad kind of kid. He is kind and easy to handle.
"Where is Intan, Chad?" my many.
When I looked at him I was surprised. "God, Ichaaadddd! Why chocolate beards, baby?"
"Ichad ate a cake made by Ateu Intan," he replied innocently.
"Where is the Intent?"
"out. I want to buy a cake topping."
"Yaudah, now Ateu Fafa is bathing ya."
This Ish Intan why stay in Arsyad alone.
After bathing Arsyad, I asked her to watch TV.
"Fa, the cake in the kitchen did you eat?" tibatiba Intan came to attack me. Cake what try.
Eh wait .. I looked at Arsyad next to me, his face was already hidden behind my back.
I smiled and looked back at Intan.
"Hmm .. You know for yourself, yes" I said to Intan who seemed to understand.
Tina sits next to Arsyad.
"Pearly Ichad. Look at Ateu!" soft Intan said.
Slowly Arsyad raised his face looking at Intan.
"Ateu was not angry when Ichad finished the cake. But after eating Ichad's cake should brush your teeth. Ichad has a toothbrush?"
"That same Ateu Fafa," he replied while nodding his head.
"Smart kid. Now Ichad wants to help Ateu make more cake? but the promise is that Ichad will not eat the cake, Ichad's stomach will cry if the cake continues. Ichad can eat his cake tomorrow. Agreed?"
"Heuts."
"Yaudah, now we go to the kitchen yuk. We made another cake for everyone in the house. Cake was good?"
"Enak Ateu's. Ichad eats on."
"Well if it's good next time we share with others. They will too. Sharing is caring, sharing is loving and sharing is reward. Ichad wants a reward?"
"You," said Ichad happily.
I salute Intan, it turns out he can not be snuggled too.
Very mature, motherly. It is suitable to have children.
"If so let's make some cake. Drag Ateu Fafa into the kitchen."
Intan said while glancing at me.
Ish is brash. I took back my compliment. Intentionally he.
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It's been a week since my college held Leadership Camp. I happen to be a committee. So for a week we stayed at the college.
Uhh I miss the house, miss my room too and of course miss little Arsyad.
Uhh I'm tired.
"Fa, after the LC closing ceremony you will come to the beach to celebrate the dissolution of the committee, right?" ask Adhy, the committee chairman.
"I'm tired, Bang. I want to go straight home like it's okay, right?"
This time I didn't lie. I'm really tired.
Adhy smiled thinly. I can see a disappointed look on his face.
My Tibatiba Handphone reads.
"Awhile, Bang. I'll pick up the phone first."
I also picked up the phone.
"Wa'alaikumussalaam ... Yes I'm on campus ... soon .. You picked up? ... yaudah yes it's okay ... I am fine ... Seriously ... a lot of nanya ish ...."
My head is dizzy. Dark view.
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I woke up from my beautiful dream. In my dream, I saw a prince smiling at me. How handsome. After that the prince disappeared and I don't remember anything else.
"Fa, you're sober?" the sound of Intan.
"Tan, I saw the prince. Cute."
"Fa, you're okay, right? I'll call the doctor first."
The doctor? Me where? I tried to move my hand. It hurts! I'm infused. Am I in the hospital? What the hell's going on?
The door opened, Dafa came.
He checked my situation.
"Where?" tanya Intan was worried.
"He's fine. Everything is normal. He just needs to rest" Dafa told Intan.
"Hey, what exactly am I?" many weak.
"You fainted yesterday. It's four in the afternoon. That means almost twenty-four hours you're unconscious" explains Intan.
I remember, when I called Intan yesterday my head suddenly got dizzy.
"You're too tired, Fa. I eat irregularly too. You are not a robot, don't push yourself too much. Robots if forced can be damaged, especially your small body. Now you rest. Tonight you stay here again until your condition stabilizes. Tomorrow morning can only be charged," said Dafa.
"Thank you Brother."
Dafa kissed my forehead, "Abang out first. If you need anything, ask Intan. Mama Papa is coming."
I just nodded.
"Hey little boy, please take care of Syifa!" pinta Dafa on Intan.
Intan also just nodded.
She must be jealous because Dafa kissed me on the forehead. Haha Ups again sick was still I thought a little.
Dafa also left.
"What nothing. You're gonna be sick. After all, every prayer time I take wudhlu for you. Don't think too much. Later after recovering you Qada prayer you left behind it," said Intan calming.
"I never said I was lucky to have you in my life?"
"Flush. Already ah. Serem I hear you're such a sweet ass."
"Dihhh ruined the atmosphere. I was serious."
"Tauk ah's. You better take a break."
"I know you must be moved, right? but ashamed to admit. Just be honest."
"You're sick too." Intan was getting upset like that.
"Cowrycowry. I miss kidding you."
"Jealahyeah. Let's get you some rest, do you need anything?"
"I'm thirsty."
Intan immediately gave me a drink.
I'm not stuckin', my throat feels perit. Maybe the effects of not drinking from yesterday.
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I'm glad I got discharged from the hospital.
Intan and Mama took me to my room. While Dafa brought my stuff.
Papa didn't come home with me, he said he wanted to see the doctor who treated me first. I thought Dafa was taking care of me. Bodo is very ah, the important thing is that I have come home.
Intan laid me on the bed. Uhh very comfortable. I miss this bed.
"Ateu Fafa!" tibatiba Arsyad came and immediately hugged me.
"Behave Chad's. Ateu Fafa is still sick," said Kak Arisya who appeared with Mother Nurfa.
"Gpp really, Brother!" sampukku's. "Ichad how are you? Ateu kangen," I asked while kissing Arsyad.
"good. Ichad also misses Ateu."
He kissed me on the cheek.
"Next time do not be too tired dear," said Mother.
"Yes. The bund."
"Eating can't be late either. Must be regular," Mother's message again.
"If that's a little hard, Bund. I often forget" I replied.
I'm the kind of person who doesn't remember eating. Especially if you have focused on something, I will definitely not think about anything anymore. If no one is eating, I can always not eat from morning until night. Not spoiled or anything, but I was like that. That's why yesterday I was away from my family and I was sick. Because usually Intan or Mama who will bring me if I am late to eat.
"Well let someone eat" said Intan.
"If you make ngingetin eat only mah I do not need to marry also times. There will be you" I replied.
"Cihhhhh!" cebik Intan's. "Eh Mother, you know. Syifa said he wanted to be Mother's daughter-in-law you know. Mommy has no boys? Try to mate with Syifa, Bund."
"I have a brother. You want to marry my brother?" Brother Arisya. Then he's tos with Intan.
Lah.
I can only round my eyes. Crazy Brother Arisya. Garagara Intan. Watch out you.
"Intan was joking. Don't take it seriously, Mother, Brother!" I said then I turned to Intan. Malumaluins.
Mom and Dad just smiled.
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Two days of rest at home was enough to make me recover. The day after tomorrow, I'm going to college again. In a moment of testing, I've missed a lot of lessons.
Cukedom
My bedroom door was knocked.
"Who?" my yelling.
"It's Papa, Brother."
I opened the door for Papa.
After that we sat on the sofa in my room.
"Are you studying?" ask Papa.
"Yes. What's the matter here, papa?"
"Hm ... Actually, when Brother LC yesterday, there was a family who came to propose to Brother,"
kta Papa to the point. Papa is not very good at talking.
"Then?" my answer.
I'm used to that word. So I'm not surprised if anyone proposes to me.
"If Big Brother agrees we will immediately meet grandfather and ask for his blessing," continued Papa.
"So Grandpa doesn't know yet? Brother thinks that this brother is Grandpa's choice again."
"We're just going to see Grandpa if you agree."
I was a little surprised this time too. You usually if there is a candidate, it must be the first Grandpa to know, because everything is fooled by Grandpa. But this time even Grandpa didn't know. Kirakira who is.
"Sister, you heard Papa, right?" papa said to break my daydream.
"Aah yes. I hear you, Pa."
"Silver pray istikharah first, Papa will not be maksa. Papa knows Brother is still afraid to get married after yesterday's events. But you can't despair either. And for the knowledge of Brother, God willing this time man of good descent. His son is good too. Already working even have your own home, and God willing will not disappoint Brother."
"Not too?" my many.
"Sister!"
Papa was getting angry. Haha
All the men who broke marriage with me are from good families as well, all working and all established. But it's still disappointing.
"Kidding, Pa. Yaudah brother istikharah first."
I don't want to mess around anymore. To be honest, before whatever the results of my istikharah I still have to marry the priapria because my extended family has prepared everything. Now I'm more relieved, because I can make my own decisions. Without the pressure of my family.
"If so. Papa come out first, brother."
"Hmm .. wait for Pa!"
Papa, who had gotten up and was about to open the door, turned back to me.
"If you may know. Who proposed to you, brother?" I said I was embarrassed because I never wanted to know who proposed to me. This time I don't know why I want to know.
Papa smiled, "Your father and Mother" said Papa and left.
Father and Mother? Whatts! What is Oomnya Arsyad?
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Seriate.
