Fazila Tipan From Heaven
I Want to Pinch It

Marry me!

How can I get married and start a new relationship if my heart is still spoiled by the past.

Slowly, I took a deep breath. Then violently exhale it from the lips. I looked at the faces of the nuclear family members, the Wijaya family

Opa seemed to be unconcerned with the response I would give. While mom and oma were expecting the same thing, hoping that I would get married soon.

For a moment my gaze turned to Papa's face, his gaze explaining that he would always support every decision I made, anytime and anywhere.

"Alan told me Alan doesn't want to get married! What a thing like this Alan must repeat every time there's a family meeting." I said in a high tone.

"Darling, mama doesn't want to force you! Mama just wants you to see the girl! If you like, we'll continue this relationship. But, if you don't like that girl, I promise you I won't force you!" Said Ms. Nani while looking at the face of the son who was so missed by her neutrality. Rarely can something like this happen, which is why Ms. Nani asked her ART to cook her son's favorite food judes.

"At this time we should have taken a grandchild from you! You know, kid. Today then?

My mom almost shed tears! At the TV station, Mama met a boy who looked a lot like you. The way you talk, the way you feed food into your mouth, the way you smile, the way you lip-scrap when you don't like carrots, the way you duck. All the things inside that kid remind me of you! At that time mama realized, mama wanted a grandchild as sweet as that child.

Even silly, mama's been wondering if she's your daughter, and she's your granddaughter. She has no choice but to ask you to get married.

Mama please baby, meet Oliv. She's a good girl, and you won't be disappointed!" Pinta Mama to me, a favorite son who too often denied it.

What should I do if it's like this? Mama's gaze explained her great hope of being immediately praised. Mama doesn't know the thorn that's still stuck in my heart. In fact, if my mother brought the Angel in front of me, I would still refuse her.

It may sound silly, but that's the truth.

That kid? Which child do you mean similar to me? Because of that kid, my mom asked me to get married!

*grandson!

And Grandson again, as if that one word was already my enemy*. I grumbled in my heart while looking at my mother's face with a sharp look.

"Alright, I'll meet the girl you mean. But remember, my mom's promise will still be valid, I won't see her again if I don't like her!" Saying slowly.

In my heart I cheered happily, of course I had put up an intention to reject him, either in a carefree manner or in a rude manner.

"I'll see him, just once. Just once." Sayapku. I explained my words while looking at the face of my mother who seemed to meet happily with my short answer.

"Alright, just once. That's enough." Reply mama while tightly grasping my finger. His gloomy face began to show a smile.

Oma Ochi and papa, they looked at me in disbelief. It seems that only mama and opa Ade are smiling happily at my decision to meet, Viona, Viola, Maya, Resya or whatever her name is, I really don't care.

One thing is for sure, everyone will still get rejection, a rejection that they will never forget for the rest of their lives.

"The problem is over, I have to go home!" I said as I got up from my sitting position. Mom pulled my arm, I fell down and sat down again.

"You can't go home, you'll have dinner here, with us. Mama has ordered me to cook your favorite food."

I never thought of that before! I knew my mom would hit me with questions I didn't want to hear. I don't want to feel upset, that's why I'm more inclined to go home, there will be no one angry with me, and no one will dare to ask me, where I come from and what I do.

"Alan's tired, ma. Alan has to go home." I said slowly while looking at my mother's face, looking a stroke of disappointment behind the smile that my mother tried to show.

I know my mom is disappointed. Mama must get used to it, because I've also gotten used to not easily falling out on anyone. My life has been so messed up for eight years now, and I don't want to add to that mess by pretending to be a good son, let everyone curse me, one thing is for sure I will always try to do the best I can.

I don't need to explain myself to anyone because those who like me don't need that, and those who hate me don't believe that!

"Mom decided, mama wants to keep me here for dinner, or I don't need to see that girl tomorrow night?"

I deliberately gave my mother the same sounding choice, by choosing one of them she would still feel disappointed.

Mama raised her hand in surrender, letting me go without a word, and I left with only a brief farewell to the family I respected with all my heart and soul.

...***...

19.00 Restaurant.

Hmmm!

I snorted annoyedly, the thing I did not want to do was forced to do in order to follow the wishes of my mother, to meet the girl of her choice, she said, the girl I don't even remember her name even though my mom reminds me of it over and over.

I walked slowly, followed Bobby behind me.

Debukkk!

My footsteps stopped. A little girl hit me with her head.

Auu! The sweet boy rubbed his head while looking at me with a sharp look. He flicked his thin lips while clenching his hands.

"Uncle! You have to be careful!"

"Haha... What you have to be careful is you!" My reply to the little girl in front of me. Slowly, I took off the sunglasses I used from home.

"Look! You're using sunglasses, which is why you can't see a kid as small as me!" The boy protested in a loud voice.

I folded my arms in front of my chest. The sweet boy did the same thing, he folded his arms in front of his chest while biting his lower lip, I think he was furious, I often did the same thing. Biting the lower lip for trying to hold back anger.

You bad boy! In my heart, he did not even get out of my way. Bobby who was standing behind me could only hold back a laugh from seeing me arguing with the little boy.

It felt like I wanted to pinch the cheek of the boy standing in front of me, but my footsteps were held back by the sound of a call coming from a familiar voice in my ear.

...***...

Yeeeaa... Alan was arguing with who...? Can Alan pinch the cheek of the boy in front of him? 🤔