For My Brother and Mother
After a year of lost contact.
Fried and snack children I sold in the stalls, after I had a small business, fortunately not much, but still I persevere just to find busy, so I can forget my intention to work abroad.
My schoolmates are married, many are choosing to pursue their careers in neighboring countries, many are also working in the city just being shopkeepers, gold shop employees and pharmacy employees.
I cannot cover my envy of them, a time where I can work, feel life in the region and certainly can buy something with his own sweat.
Often I peek at school grub, a lot of news about SMK children who succeeded in the region, even though it was just passing the contract and training.
The one name that came to my attention, my classmate, I still remember him clearly.
His name is Burhan, when the lessons he spent sleeping, lazy and likes to tease women.
But I can't believe he passed the half-year foreign language tutoring program, and now he's training in a Korean factory with an income of 10 million per month, really, God, you know, if he could pass his training his salary would rise to 15 million per month.
Really how I do not envy, I just at home selling fried foods standing in front of the stove all day, if profit, I can get 20 rb a day.
My phone's ringing, unknown number.
"Assalammualaikum, with whom.??", started a conversation.
"Walaikumsalam, how are you..??".
"Who..??".many more.
"Have you forgotten me.??". asked.
"You're the phone, you're the one who asked back", ketusku.
"I'm Satria, how are you?".
To my surprise, we lost contact for a year, and the last time we spoke I scolded him.
How not, when I wear the gown, I was insulted as if my body fat because of the plural.han man. After that incident I blocked the number from my phone.
"You want to insult me again..??", ketusku.
"I'm sorry if you're still offended, I just wanted to make sure what kind of woman you are, I don't know you're mad at me". Speaking in his casual tone.
"That's not the way, you know how a woman tries to maintain her self-esteem, just because the words of someone who does not know right about us, it can damage the self-esteem of women in society", my annoyance.
"Yes yes sorry, yes", in a pleading tone to me.
"Yes, I want to keep the shop".
"Ehh wait don't close the phone, what are you selling.??". he asked.
"It's just a child's snack".
"Cilok peanut seasoning is there...??".
He must have seen my facebook status.
"Why..??". I replied.
"Sipp.i pesen 10 packs yes, later I take, I happen to be home just returned from Surabaya.
"Truly...??".twitch my forehead.
"Tell, I'll share the location is ok".
"OK", I cried.
"Assalammualaikum", he closed his phone.
Walaikumsalam.
I have shared the location, cilok 10 packs of dah kusiapin, live he really dateng not,.?, what just play, watch out.
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See you for the first time.
That afternoon, my phone rang again.
"Where's your house..??", he exclaimed.
It's Satria's voice, it turns out he's right on promise.
"I've been muting 2 hours in your village" he exclaimed.
I smiled a little, why can stray.
"Where are you now..??".
He explained his position at that time, only two alleys from my house.
I followed him, and he stopped by the highway.
I understood his face a little bit from his Facebook profile.
"Hay, Satria isn't.??", I asked to confirm.
"Kinara.??" pointed it at me.
"Yeah, yuk my house is deket really". Motor ignite again.
He followed me from behind, he had a crackle filled with ice cream, maybe it had melted, I laughed.
Arriving on the porch, I let him in, I introduced my mother and grandmother.
He said hello and kissed the backs of my mother and grandmother's hands. While giving ice cream that was deliberately bought for my sister, I really suspect, the ice cream has melted because it has been 2 hours around the village.
"Who's Kin,.?", my mother's nudge.
"Temen buk, happens to buy our merchandise" I explained.
I talked a lot with Satria, she was good, because she brought by for my sister so the cilok she ordered I gave free.
Before long, he was clingy.
After that day we chatted a lot, and finally he expressed love to me, even he wanted to seriously propose to me. I don't know why I didn't refuse, as if I didn't want to date anymore and the end of the end remembers Rendy who will only make me play with men.
Enough I know him, Satria is hardworking, and does not smoke let alone know alcohol or nar*ko*b*.
I don't want to repeat my old mistakes.
A month after Satria visited home, I was introduced to her family, she was raised by her aunt, her birth mother worked as a Tkw in Singapore and came home once every 5 years, she said, while his father went back to his hometown leaving his son here.
Satria two brothers, her brother is also still single.
At that time I was invited by Satria to tour one of the tourist attractions.2 hours drive from his village.
There he proposed to me with a ring, I nodded in agreement, it didn't take long for me to put my taste in Satria. I don't know if I'm sure of my decision.
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My stepfather's wrathful.
The next day Satria visited the house, expressed her intention to my mother and grandmother, my father was never home, every home must be late at night, and he would not like this decision.
Mother and grandmother are happy to hear Satria's intention, will be negotiated with her father Kinara first, when is the right time for the Satria family to ask me in a family, my mother explained.
That night my mother told me everything, true also my files, my father did not like, he was angry and said to me as he pleased, my mother and grandmother could only remain silent, but my grandmother kept fighting for my wishes.
At that moment, my mother, grandmother and I were shocked.
There were 3 men coming home, apparently intending to propose to me. What does this mean.??.batinku.
I'm a little scared, if I lose this, how.
As much as I heard, I was even more shocked when my family came to the point that if I had anyone to propose, the guest was angry, they explained, the matchmaking had been discussed with my stepfather, reveal one of the middle-aged men.
And sadly I, I was betrothed to my father for being promised the reward of a patch of fields. My tears are dripping.
Unbeknownst to me, without my mother and grandmother knowing, I was exchanged for a field. Astagfirullah .., what else is this God.??, inwardly I screamed.
I chatted Satria, I asked Satria not to delay her family nunda come to propose to me. After the three guests came home, my father again angry, making fun of me as he pleased, indeed he did not dare to make fun of me in front of my face, but in front of my mother and grandmother.
Until my grandmother started getting sick.
Oh Lord help me....