If You're a Mate, How else?
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"Yang, borrow your hair dryer dong, have Mbak kok no flame," pinta Mbak Gita once entered my room.

"Take it, Ma'am." I replied as I glanced at him at a glance as I cleaned my face after Babas' return a moment ago.

"Why isn't your boyfriend here, Tho Yang? It's a long way from here to Kemang" Mbak Gita sat on the lip of the mattress while watching me.

"Biarin. Tell who suddenly comes to the house do not give news first," I murmured.

"Lho, instead of happy to go to a girlfriend. To come home from Bogor directly here, not to go home first."

Girlfriends continue. Not Mama, not Ma'am Gita, the same. Even the Babas himself now labels me as the future wife of all. Make dizzy.

"Eh but Yang, for this one, it's not just Mama the same Ma'am who agrees. Your cooking is also okay," said Mbak Gita made me look at it for a moment.

"Can't you?" many wonder.

Previously, Mas Puja would have believed me. Why suddenly move? Fix anyway, the family got the Babas pellet except me.

"Know how Masmu's songongnya the same man who deletin you. It doesn't matter if he's older than Masmu or below. Masmu must be an all-out review. But just now when your boyfriend came, not yet Masmu asked all kinds, your girlfriend already said first."

"Say what?"

"Well, take you seriously. He knew that Masmu was the head of the family in this house, so he asked permission to want to seriously establish a relationship with you, so he said."

"Huh?"

"New you know, Mommy met the man as-gentle your boyfriend. Do not use direct pleasantries shoot dar-der-dor with Masmu," said Mbak Gita makes me speechless again.

"If according to Mbak, try not to avoid it, Yang. Maybe you don't feel right with him at the moment. But perhaps he is the best for you. Who knows, God did send him to be your companion, Yang," said Mbak Gita looking at me seriously.

"Yes, although Mbak knows what your taste is like, but for this one, it seems more than worth considering" he added.

"Stay, Ma'am. Mas Puja said what the same as Tian, Ma'am?" manya curious.

Ma'am Gita smiled, "just so funny, Yang. Your body even stuttered by itself. I'm confused as to what to answer once your girlfriend asks for permission," Gita chuckled

I looked at Mbak Gita to continue his story.

"The bottom line is, all decisions are on you. Mas Puja just said, do not want his sister made a toy. That's how ordinary."

I'm confused as to how. I still don't understand why this is all this. All my negative thoughts and the postive banter from my family swam in my head. Race which one I should hear first. Plus, the ridiculous deal that Babas had made unilaterally made him feel like he had won a landslide.

"Udah sleeping. Don't think about it. I will also find the way. Your heart will also know for itself if he is worthy of what is not for you," said Mbak Gita while standing.

"Why did you get married to Mas Puja?" my question made Mbak Gita sit back while looking at me.

"Why then? Mm... First. Initially Masmu disturbs Mbak continues, making Mbak hate but also mind. Second, yes, your heart just says that he is the one. Feel different."

"Sometimes yang, the decision to get married is not made when we really love him. Because when we are crazy, our minds do not work. But think of getting married when it's sane. It is not just the heart that speaks. But logic works too."

"How do you mean?" many confused.

"If you again love to die with someone, no matter how much others or your family oppose, or there is bad talk about your partner, you must be firm in the same opinion that he is the best for you. People's speech, or ugliness he is covered by that explosive feeling. But different again if you are in a position not really love-love. Other considerations usually arise."

"You know, how long has Ma'am been dating? So long and habitually, the love of Mbak to Masmu is not as hot as the beginning of dating. Until one time Mba thought, want to be taken where the relationship—"

"Where do we take our relationship? If you keep—"

"While singing! Ma'am seriously this," grumbled Mbak Gita who I interrupted with a song.

"Okay, Ma'am," I said while grinning.

"Where was that?" tanyakanya.

"Where are you taken, Ma'am," I said.

"At that time, Mbak values Masmu hardworking, dear family but does not make Mbak jealous with his family. There are also those who love family but the wife herself is less noticed. Well, Masmu is not so. His attention to Mbak, you, the same Mama is in accordance with their respective portions according to Mbak. In addition, Mas Puja can be a fun partner. During the debate, he often gave up. Know for yourself if you have talked like an express train. And everywhere, women are always right" said Mbak Gita.

"But there are times when Masmu is firm. If Masmu is already so, it means it cannot be challenged. Ma'am who has to give up. But the main trough, when Mbak confused need input, Masmu always give choice for Mbak. Do you understand what it means?"

"What choice does that mean?" my many.

"So gini, women are often planless because we use more dominant feelings rather than logic. As soon as Mbak needs input to decide something, Mas firmly gives direction that you know. Not just saying whatever you want. That's what Mama meant. He can steer a confused Mbak again. And that's what makes you like your mom."

"In fact, often if Mbak is the same Masmu again sharing, we can find a way out faster but equally comfortable with the decision," he said at length.

"Now you, Yang. You are no longer in love with Mas Tian. Let's see what the positive side of him is?" Gita looked at me.

"What yes? I'm the same as him spraining on, Ma'am. There are no positives," I replied making Mbak Gita laugh.

"Percis Mbak when the value of Masmu fitting early. Nothing good in my eyes. The ones there are nyebelin, ngeselin, make emotions continue," he said. I agree to this part. Si Tian was too.

"Yes, don't force it. Now go first. Who knows tomorrow after you ask to be married directly," said Mbak Gita.

"Neighbor! No yeah. It's delicious!" gertutuku made Mbak Gita broke.

"Bah, rest there. Mbak pinjem yes hair dryer," he said as he brandished the tool while breezing out of the room.

Do I have to do what Gita said? Accept Babas and go first? Things lead to marriage or not, yes how later. If not suitable stay broken up. Why am I so bothered? After all, if he messes around, there is Mas Puja who will advance first.

But...how can I open my heart to Babas? Bring the emotion continue when you meet. Uh, let's not meet, now just make emotions. Not half an hour, call me. What else?

"Assalamu'alaikum Mas.." I said.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. I forgot to tell you that I've got to get—"

"Crap speeding? How much cepet?" cut me while glancing at the clock. Not wrong? The time from here to Kemang is only 20 minutes? He's in a car or gone missing?

"Mas went to the hotel where we ate yesterday, Yang," he said.

"Huh? How's it at the hotel?" many wonder.

"Mas can't drive. Her stomach is full. Therefore, rather than happening unwanted things, it is better to just stay here. Anyway if here, Mas can immediately hold it accountable from you if Mas why-why," he said.

Reason. What am I anyway? Only in the many feedings plus rawit several pieces of doang use to hold everything accountable.

"So, tomorrow accompany Mas sports around here huh?" her door.

"Well? What does this have to do with sports?"

"You have to remove the fat from the meal. So you have to accompany Mas." he said again.

"If you can't afford it, why was it eaten?" grumbling.

"You know for yourself what the answer is, Yang," he said flatly. "Tomorrow Mas pick up, huh?" ask again. This time it sounded softer.

"Hmmm..."

"Yes, take a break. Good night future wife Mas," he said in a rancid tone.

What the hell is Baaasss!

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Btw on understand the talk of Mbak Gita? Or blibet? Sorry bestie, this part is not maximal. I didn't edit at all because it still hurts. Doain healthy continues yaa....

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