A Series of Dreams
Just Graduated

The sounds of matchmaking kept coming out of Lasmi's lips. Morning, afternoon, until night and make everyone bored, including Kenanga— the main character of the love story ala Siti Nurbaya. The old woman was so lively every considering how soon she would be different from rich businessmen from the city who supposedly said to have cement factories scattered throughout the archipelago.

“Nga, where are you going?” Lasmi wore a shabby batik negligee with a tear at some point. Hugging a plastic basin filled with kale, the old woman yelled at her bawling daughter out.

“I have an important job, Bu.” Kenanga passed away by clutching her shabby black bag. Unwilling to be interrogated more, he must immediately disappear from sight. Wearing blue denim pants and a simple white T-shirt, his blonde hair was increasingly challenging in the sun from the east corner of the earth.

Lasmi. His eyes were all around. A few moments he just woke up. Something important was missed by him.

“Nga, don't come home too late. We go to the market to buy cloth. Not ka ... mu ...” The voice of the old woman vanished with the disappearance of Kenanga's figure from sight. “Don't tell me he forgot. How's this?” Lasmi breathed slowly.

The matchmaking has been approved by both parties, Wisely's family has agreed and will soon hold a wedding reception as soon as all preparations are completed.

The look glared, the mind floated too. Lasmi was worried. Kenanga has always been, since the past never made her calm.

“Do I take Uni with me, yes? He's not going anywhere Sunday. The kid must have had time.” The grin on the corner of Lasmi's lips shows the contents of the old woman's heart, “Bapak is also invited all of you to be able to choose the material for a batik shirt. Besan is not a random person, of course, must be plenary.”

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The sun had already passed the top of the head when Sandi, Lasmi, and Seruni got off the taxi with each person carrying a package. The cheerful roar of the old woman who continued to spread a smile like that was not in line with the face bending the husband.

“Bu, what is this much shopping for?” Sandi carries two packages containing clothes and home furniture. Massive shopping by his wife made the old man scratch his head.

“Already. We're going to be dealing with the rich, sir. So appearance should also adjust.”

“But, Bu.” Sandi looked at her tailing daughter in the back. Just like her, the girl held a similar package.

“No but-but, Sir. Make your own daughter by calculation!” lasmi spray, ketus.

Sandi shook her head and sighed. He tried to be patient to face his wife.

“This is all ... can money from where, Bu?” Since then the question gathered in the mind, now thrown out.

Lasmi's steps stopped on the porch of the house. The woman looked at her husband, then turned to look at Seruni who had followed.

Sandi. “Why?”

“Bapak do not accept if I shop a lot?”

“It's not so, Mom. But, what for?”

“For Kenanga. Let us be poor, do not be looked at one eye. At least have to steady and equalize themselves with them, Mr.”

Sandi shakes. He did not know exactly how much his wife was spending. Certainly not a small amount.

“Bu, just be yourself. They also know that we are difficult people. And, they accept what it is. Then, where's the problem?” Sandi stood next to his wife, ready to interrogate.

The seruni who was restrained behind the debating old couple seemed to be walking ahead.

“Already, Sir. Don't fuss. Anyway, I'm not using your money, sir. Just relax.” Lasmi is still.

Sandi. “Celengan instead of having been split last month to pay for cooperatives. Then?”

“Motor bututmu that I schooled. Satisfied.” Stepping into the house, she caught up with Seruni who had slipped behind the door.

The old man's breath almost broke upon hearing his wife's statement.

“Mak ... you mean, my motor?”

“Yes. Should be grateful, sir. Already that old there are still schools that want to accept.” Lasmi replied casually.

“Not so, he just graduated last month. Already shipped to la school ..” The protest of Sandi disappeared with the screams of Seruni from inside the house. I don't know what happened to her youngest daughter.

“Aaaah!” That stifled cry disappeared instantly.