A Series of Dreams
Not Siti Nurbaya

Kenanga came home after the afternoon. Without the slightest guilt, the girl breezed into the house. Ignoring the questioning gaze of the father who had been waiting since noon, left also a pair of eyes that almost jumped out accompanied the movement of the main door without saying much.

“From where, Anga?” Sandi asked when she saw her eldest daughter. Even though only the child is connected, the old man's affection is not reduced. Just like Seruni, both of them are the fruit of heart and the focus of hope.

“I ‘kan already said, Sir. There's a little work.” Memories began to roll up the lie.

“How important are you until the holidays are still working?”

Kenanga smiled and responded to her father's innuendo casually. “Because I'm not an important person so asked to work even on holidays. If my position is important, of course it has been a vacation with family, Mr.”

Sandi breathed a tired breath. All this time he couldn't argue with Kenanga. There were only words of defiance thrown by the girl in the miniskirt to silence her.

“Already, already, Sir. Don't push it too much. Anga is soon with us. If married, of course will follow her husband to the city.” Lasmi's happy smile was present along with the crystal liquid coating her pair of clear eyes. Glazed, haru and happy roll together.

Memories intended to go to the room when her mother's sentence series slid smoothly without refutation. Turning around, he made sure that his hearing didn't catch the wrong intent. The skin of a twilight-aged woman with traces of red lipstick on her lips that continue to crack implies real happiness.

“What does that mean, Mom?” Tanya probed with a sharp look.

Lasmi's lips curved. Both corners of the lips are attracted and form a perfect crescent moon As a mother, of course expect the happiness of her child. That is what is expected and embedded in every night prayer. The matchmaking discourse that was discussed at the lunch with the Putra Hutomo family clearly led to Kenanga. Kana and her husband agreed, she and Sandi agreed with various considerations. In addition to Seruni who is still in college, of course, it is not good to see when the younger brother married first.

“Father and Mother have agreed with the Kana family to match you with their eldest son.”

Deg.

Kenanga.

“Why should I? Why not just Uni, Mom?” The question is a rejection.

Lasmi smiled again. Patiently, he explained everything to his daughter.

“Because you're the oldest daughter ..”

“That's no excuse. If Uni wants to get married first, I don't mind.”

“Uni is still in college. It's impossible to highlight it.” Sandi spoke. Ever since he stood listening with his hands folded in his chest, now he's making a sound.

“Tak problems. Out there a lot too ...”

“Anga, why do protests continue? It's for your own good, son. After all, your future husband is not just any man. He's the descendant of the rich. The conglomerate. His family has cement factories in various cities. So, don't worry about staying in the reot hut. Surely your life is assured., Living in a magnificent palace in the capital. No need to worry about economic difficulties. Want to eat, walk, expensive clothes, not difficult things for them. You didn't see the car. Luxury to dazzle the eyes.”

Kenanga pouting. “Not that problem, Mom. Logic, please use logic.”

“He's handsome?” asked Kenanga, looking at her father and mother alternately.

Sandi and Lasmi nodded slowly.

“Education?”

“Ya.” Lasmi answered.

“Still young?”

“Sure, Anga. Don'worry. Wis, Wis, Wis.... What was his name earlier, Sir?”

“Wisely, Bu.”

“The name is cool. I'm sure, if the tongues of the village mothers here on sprains say his name. Indeed, if people are with difficult people it is clearly the difference. From the name alone it has been discovered. If it's your father's age, of course his name is not Wise, maybe Anwar, Wahyudi, or Wak Udin” Lasmi continues to boast of the prospective daughter-in-law who fought for Kenanga with drama.

“Handsome too, ‘kan?” guess Kenanga again.

“Mother dare guarantee. If Mother had not been married to your father .. would have thrust yourself.”

Kenanga.

“Bu, handsome, educated, wealthy. What's left for us, these hard people. Surely if you choose a mate, they will prioritize the equivalent.”

Lasmi's eyeballs circled around.

“Obviously already here. That man is not perfect, Mom. If you meet all the criteria that I mentioned earlier, of course there is no need to bother looking for a mate until willing to accept a country girl like me.”

“You mean?” Lasmi.

“If he is a normal man, not disabled, sane, would certainly choose his own soul mate. I'm sure he has flaws that he's been hiding all along. Father and Mother only want to be fooled.” Kenanga explained clearly.

“Anga, I dare guarantee. You must accept this match. He's the perfect guy. I can't possibly knock you out. If it is flawed and blemished as you say, it will certainly thrust it on Uni.”

Sandi glared at his wife's words. Long ago, Lasmi was unchanged. Had it not been for Seruni needing a mother figure, he would have thought hundreds of times to remarry a woman of monstrous character.

“ Anyway, I don't want to accept any of this. It's the millennium, Mom. Why would you agree to a match like this. I'm not Siti Nurbaya!” yangana.

Lasmi did not accept. “Yang says who is Siti Nurbaya?” The woman shook her head. "You're not Siti Nurbaya, but Cinderella, Anga.”