KARMAS
before the incident

Ever since the incident at the Bi Inah stall, Bu Rasti has been a bit disinclined by me. In fact, he doesn't want to be close to me. Because now I've turned into a brave man. No longer like the old Vanya, weak. It is usual to cry in the room if someone insults it.

Not anymore, since I have known Ilham. He's my boss where I work. We've been in a relationship for two years. Mas Ilham is a kind person, patient, loving, and not arrogant even though the wealth of his parents is so abundant.

Although his parents owned many companies, he insisted on finding a job on his own. He just wants to be independent. Want to find knowledge outside first before continuing the business managed by his parents.

And the plan is, today he will visit my house to get to know my family more closely.

Previously, Mas Ilham often asked for permission to visit my house. But I'm not ready. Afraid of being a neighbor. Especially if it does not reach the marriage stage. What is, I will be an easy target for the bounty. Especially Miss Rasti.

"Have been playing at home a lot, but not being married," he said.

But this time, Mas Ilham asked very eager to visit my house. After that, he will immediately bring his family to propose to me.

Well, it's not good to reject someone's good intentions either. I hope he is the right match for me. Suddenly the sound of car horns from outside broke my daydream. That must be Inspiration, I thought. I rushed to see him too.

But as soon as I opened the door, I saw Mas Ilham coming out of the car with a middle-aged woman. It seems that woman is no stranger to me. Looking at her makeup there's no need for me to think for a long time. The most beautiful woman in my village. Who else if not Miss Rasti. But I can be the same, Ilham. Is Mas Ilham his brother Bu Rasti ? How come Mas Ilham never told me that he has a brother sekampung with me ?

"Well, this is the home of my future wife, Auntie," cried Mas Ilham as he smiled at me.

"Not wrong, you, Ham ? Already, Auntie wants to go home," said Mrs Rasti as she left.

"Why go home, Auntie ? We, aren't we in yet ?"

"You go, sana. Aunt is not wise. Noddle !"said Bu Rasti while spitting and trampling his former saliva.

Father and Mother who heard the commotion outside, immediately approached.

"What's up, Van ?" Ask Mother curious.

I just pointed at Mas Ilham without saying anything.

"Oh, it's coming, tho. Let's go in, son of Inspiration," cried Mother.

Mas Ilham went into the house and did not care about Miss Rasti.

"Come, come in, son," Dad continued.

"Please sit down, son. Let's not make a drink," said Mommy while going to the kitchen.

"Thank you, Mom !"

As soon as the drinks and soft cakes were served, Mas Ilham also expressed the intention of his arrival to my parents.

"Before I apologize, Sir, Mom, I came here to ask for the blessing of Mother and Father to propose to Vanya, Mother and Father's children."

"We, it's up to Vanya, son. Whoever Vanya chooses, we will always support. The important thing is good, responsible and virtuous," explained the Father.

Mas Ilham mangosteen hearing Dad's explanation.

"On treasure, it can be sought, son. We leave everything to Vanya. Because Vanya will live it," concluded Dad.

"All right then, sir. I'll have a conversation with my family first. I will try to bring my family to propose to your son. Afraid of people," he said.

"Ah, Nak Ilham could have made his joke," as always Dad.

"Imaged ? Am I a chicken, Mommy ?" My chirps.

So, he immediately decided to go home. Suddenly, the phone rings.

"Who ?" My toot.

"Tante Rasti's. Wait a minute, I'll pick up the phone."

Then he walked over to my side to receive a call from Ms. Rasti.

After that, Mas Ilham said goodbye to come home to me, but he would stop by first to Miss Rasti's house.

"That Rasti, Aunty Mas Ilham, huh ?"

"Yes, he's Papi's brother."

'Kok, Mas Ilham never told me, if you have a Auntie sekampung same as me ?"

"I'm sorry, I forgot. This is also told by Mami when she wants to leave to stop by the house of Aunt Rasti," he replied while grinning the horse.

I'm just pouting. I can't imagine what it would be like if I were actually married to Mas Ilham.

"Yes, I went home first, yeah. Later Mas will tell again when the Mas family will come here," he said.

"Yes, Mas. Be careful on the road. Greetings to Mami and Papi Mas, yes."

"Yes." Yeah."

He got into the car and drove slowly. As soon as he arrived at the house of Bu Rasti, Ilham was rewarded with a sullen face Tantenya.

"Tante why, anyway ?" Ask Ilham wonder.

He sat on the living room couch. Miss Rasti also sat down to accompany her nephew.

"Ham, if you want to find a real wife, why ? There are many, good girls here. Want Aunt to get it ?"

"Why is Vanya, Auntie ? He's good, really. Polite and pretty too."

"Sopan from Hong Kong ! You know, Ham, yesterday he had a fuss with Auntie. Dare to slap Aunty in public, saying Aunt anyway. Not sane, man. Gendheng. Not made into a wife. He also does not pantes into our family who are still descendants of blue blood," cerocos Bu Rasti.

"Cooking, anyway, Auntie ? I can't believe it. As far as I know Vanya is kind and polite. Ah, must be aunty nagging, deh," Defend Inspiration.

"Auntie thinks, who do you praise. Nyesel, Aunt came. Kirain's son Pak Haji Somad, rice master. He knows, even the Vanya. His father is just a fried rice cooker and his mother sells sembako also arrogant exorbitant. How impolite. Amit-amit dah," he continued again.

"This aunt if you like not about, deh. Vanya is good, really. I don't like macems either, "defend Inspiration again.

"I don't even believe it. Whatever," said Bu Rasti irritatedly as she put her lips together.

"Yes already, Inspiration first yes, Auntie. Assalamu'alaikum !"

Ilham kissed his hand and hurried away from the house of Miss Rasti.

"Did sayin, ngeyel. Didn't say the same mother let in nasehatin. It's really good that Vanya wants to be a member of our honorable family," said Ms. Rasti.

He immediately took his phone to contact his sister-in-law, Ilham's mother.