Don't Call Me Om!
Bojo Candidate

Aksa followed santoso sir who entered the white dakar pajero car that was ready in the yard.

"you are the one driving!."

"yes sir."

aksa turned around opening the car door and sat in the steering chair.

which direction is this? right or left? ask aksa inside after turning on the car.

"to the south."

holy jeez! how do I know where the south and north are? this house I am confused where to look?

"south, to the right what to the left?."

"left" said santoso while putting on his seat belt.

an afternoon trip that might be very fun if only karin came with them, there would be at least someone who broke the silence between the prospective daughter-in-law and the future in-law.

"placement in front, right!." aksa nodded,

why be a severe gerogi anyway, invite me to say yes. if answered thankfully, if not answered how? again I talk to myself.

"karin did like the design picture from the past, sir?." aksa asked very slowly, and controlled his heartbeat so as not to be too clumsy.

"yes, from a small already like the picture.the greater the talent the more visible."

yes, answered!

"yesterday karin got a new project.an investor really likes the results of karin design." aksa continued.

"alhamdulillah, thank God then. But remember, he still needs to be guided.you will be more proficient than him, there is no harm in you teaching him."

have I got my blessing? shit, why is it so ambiguous.

"yes sir, I'll help karin as much as I can."

"don't because you're the CEO of a karin company, you give him easy access."

"no sir, karin has not announced our relationship in the office." santoso pak connected his eyebrows to hear the words of aksa.

"why?."

"he said it was bad, afraid that the office people would think it was okay, but if I was private, I would be happy if everyone knew our relationship."

mr. Santoso smiled very thinly, maybe even aksa would not see such a faint smile.

"then this turn left!." Aksa began to drive his car into the countryside, the expanse of rice fields spread wide in a patch, from afar looking awe at the amazement of two adjacent mountains.

"what is a mountain of merapi sir?."

"right, you've never been to a jogja?" he shook his head not to answer, because his gaze was focused on the natural beauty in front of him.

"next to the merbabu mountain," pointed santoso sir

"oh, I so remember my friend when kulu. he jogja, sometimes he wears a blangkon to campus. he is very proud of Indonesia. didn't the mountain merapi named candrageni mountain?."

"that's right, and the mountain called candramurka. on the other hand, the history of Mount Merbabu is also found in pre-islamic records that call Mount Damalung or Mount Pamarihan."

"well, my father likes history lessons." I chuckled, and immediately shut his mouth when he realized he was flabbergasted.

"right,"

just barely, huh!

"i have also heard the legend of mount merapi and mount merbabu, which says that the two mountains are piles of kyai stone.." aksa forgot kyai who he had heard.

"i forgot mr. Kyai what his name was." aksa scratched his nape that did not itch.

"his name is kyai bakuh, he fell in love with an angel, Retna Lestari. when he wanted to invite the angel, he was given conditions. Retna Lestari wants to grab the mega in the sky

with his own hands and ask kyai bakuh to lay face down."

"with such a position, the body kyai tubuh continues to be hoarded by rocks with the reason to quickly reach the sky, but over time his body even buried completely."

"it is said that the pile of stones on the head of the bathtub became a mountain of merapi and the pile of stones on the foot became a mountain of merbabu."

"well, up to the whole thing?."

"of course, I'll do that as long as I can, but why do I do that if I die eventually, and I can't be with him. is not it if Retna is sustainable to love kyai bakuh should not have to give impossible conditions? just as he refused ruthlessly." aksa suddenly nyerocos because furious with Retna sustainable fairy tale earlier.

"that's right, one server with you." santoso nodded steadily.

"right sir, retna sustainable is deliberately giving conditions that are impossible to succeed.why not he just refuse!." aksa re-affirms.

"if you live in the fairy tale, you will definitely tell kyai bakuh not to obey the will of the sustainable retna." said Pak santoso, immediately inviting booming laughter.

it turns out exciting also if it is one server with the same prospective in-laws.

they did not feel they reached a small house on the edge of the rice field.

"just park it there!."

"ready sir."

aksa came down and followed santoso sir who went straight into the house. Pak santoso took two pairs of boat shoes and two buckets.

aksa was still surprised when santoso gave a pair of shoes to him, and did not forget the bucket that was now in his right hand.

"wear it!."

"i.iya sir." Aksa opened his shoes, interrupting with a pair of black boat shoes earlier.

mr. Santoso hinted that he would follow him.The two of them walked to the side of the house, passed a small road and arrived at Pak santoso's cattle pen.

"this is a dairy cow, help me milk her milk."

aksa whole life has never been close to this animal, now he was asked to milk a cow?

"ba..how do I sir?."

"here." santoso sir directed his hand so that the aksa approached and sure enough not long ago aksa was near the cow, almost he was hit by a whip of the cow's tail.

"astaga! it's almost."

"don't hesitate, if you half approach him, he will feel in danger." will nod and approach santoso sir.

after Pak santoso gave private lessons milking cows to his future son-in-law.aksa happily did so.

"loh neng kene sir santoso?" asked a middle-aged woman who approached the two men, making them stop their activities.

"geneh ma'am, ma'am mirna saka ngendi?."

"sawah sir, sopo kuwi cah lanang really handsome?" asked bu mirna, making aksa just smile when the mother smiled at him.

"ayo dakkenalake, iki aksa." aksa nodded again, although he did not understand what santoso said, but aksa slightly understood the gestures of two parents in front of him.

"forced?."

uh why is my name called?

"ugly, bojo karin candidate."

"fit sir, seng wedok ayu, seng lanang ganteng.excuse me first sir," santoso smiled.

"sa, you go inside and get some water."

after the death of santoso sir, aksa tried to find a middle-aged female figure earlier. down several rice fields, up and down. ahirnya aksa saw the mother earlier.

"lady..."

"ono opo le?"

"i want to ask you something, but can you not use Javanese? because I don't understand."

"what's wrong with aksa?"

"so, the time in the cowshed. santoso sir said what mom?." for what sake, aksa willing to run just to ask that.

"no, I just asked who are you? said Mr. santoso, you are the prospective husband of karin." aksa still pecked at the mother's speech earlier.

"i'm a potential husband?" he asked in wonder as if he could not believe what he had just heard.

"loh, said santoso sir that. indeed not?."

"uh uh? right ma'am, I'm a candidate for bojo karin." said aksa nyengir horse.