Let Me Fall in Love
97. Deal

"Mom, Neng Ami said he was not hungry. Mother and father mango wae first, he said." Bi Ela reported the results of her task to call Ami who had not come out of the room since noon this afternoon after being given advice by Ms. Sekar.

Ibu Sekar nodded and exhaled a long breath. Regarding the future of his son who wants to marry young, not as easy as it gives blessing. It takes careful thought and takes time to judge first. It was the conclusion of a one-on-one conversation with the youngest until one in the afternoon. Until everyone missed lunch and now it is changed to lunch. But Ami shut himself up, locked the door to his room.

"Mom, is Ami always so demoralized by locking herself up?" Mr. Bagja noticed the wife who chewed food was less excited.

"When he was a child until the 5th grade, if his will was not obeyed, he liked to stick under the bed. Cannot be asked. Just want to get out if Puput intervenes to make a trip on the motorbike. I don't snack on all the kids including Ami notabene the youngest."

"If the age of Junior High, the cambeknya Ami more calm. Most ngerungsing radio kayak butut ngrangak-ngrunguk. There's Zaky and Aul who's on their way, wooing. Because Puput is married. Entering High School, Ami has never had a bad time. It's just like that today." Sekar's mother at once completed her last bribe.

Mr. Bagja and Ibu Sekar both turned their heads when they heard the sound of footsteps. Ami came wearing neat clothes and carrying a backpack. Makes both of them frown.

"Mom, Pa, I'm not going to the blue house. Want to stay at Enin's house." Ami stood with both hands tied on a backpack strap under the armpits.

"That doesn't mean it's there if Ami doesn't come along. Papa and Mom are not going anywhere. Or Ami wants a weekly night out? Let's go together." Said Mr. Bagja.

Ami shakes. "I was told Enin nginep was there. I told you I was ready. Padma has been here a few times. It's my turn to get in there."

"Ami's angry with Mom?" Ibu Sekar stared at the look on the face of the youngest who was not as cheerful as usual.

Ami shook her head again. "No. I was seriously told by Enin. Let's call Mom first, ask permission. But he said not lifted."

"Try grabbing Mom's phone in the living room! Not on the chair or at the table. Forgetting again." Ibu Sekar must ensure Ami's words.

Ami obeyed Mom's orders. Go fast and bring back the phone you should look for first. It was tucked in a couch pillow.

Sure enough, there are two unanswered calls from Enin Herawati's name. Ibu Sekar also made a call back. It didn't take long, said his greeting was answered as if he was still fit at the age of 80.

Ami pulled a chair and sat opposite Sekar Mother who was focusing on listening to Enin's speech there. Eyes narrowed with both eyebrows almost linked so listening full attention.

"Yes, Enin."

"Okay, Enin."

"The mango, Enin."

I don't know what Enin said there because it was not heard by Ami or Pak Bagja. Only responses with short sentences from Ibu Sekar repeated up to four times. Until the phone call ends.

Sekar's mother stared at Ami for a few seconds. The youngest was still with the same facial expression. Flat and quiet. He turned his head to the right looking at Mr. Bagja. "Pa, Enin just asked Ami's permission to stay at her house. He said he misses Ami and wants to talk a lot. I'm already ngizinin."

Mr. Bagja nodded. "Papa will take Ami there. And if Ami is not angry with Mom, now eat before leaving." His words were not an offer but an order.

"Yes, I eat. I'm not really angry with Mom. Just bad mood." Ami opened the dish that was still cupped. Which was indeed rationed for him to eat. "May's human too. Have a sense of heart. Do not equate with...," he grumbled indistinctly and hung, while filling the plate with rice and side dishes.

"When use the nagging tone, Neng. That's the song lyrics." Ibu Sekar smelled a smile. The youngest is in a state of bete too, still a characteristic of his laughter rising.

"It's not a nag, Mom. But confide." Ami started to focus on her food. Actually, I was hungry from now on. But keep the prestige and demo. In the hope that you will come again to the room and revise your speech. Who was 'give Mom time', to be 'now mother's blessing'. Uh, the one who came was Bi Ela who told me to eat.

***

Ibu Sekar drove Ami and Pak Bagja up to the terrace. Looked at his departure until the car left the gate. Her vegetables heard her cell phone ringing. Hurry into the house. Apparently, a video call from Zaky.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mom. Mom, healthy? How are Papa and Ami?" On the screen of Sekar's mobile phone, Zaky smiled widely with a bright face sparkling.

Ibu Sekar smiled and then answered his greetings. Looking at the handsome face of his only son. Which since SMK has always been an idol in his school. Even the names Clarisa and Nadia Rindu most often come to visit with gifts. The scramble seeks Zaky's attention. I don't know where the two beautiful teenage girls continued their study. "Alhamdulillah tidings Mother, Papa, Ami, healthy walafiat. How's Zaky doing?"

Zaky replied in the same sentence as Ibu Sekar. "What's the latest on Ciamis?"

"Teh Aul hasn't given birth yet?"

"Yet. The doctor's estimate next month. God willing baby boy."

"Haha. Mother three's granddaughter, baby boy again. There is no baby girl yet. I want to marry you, Mom. Who knows if I've got a baby girl." Zaky laughed crisply.

Ibu Sekar chuckled. "What matters is healthy, congratulations. Zaky's mother already got that fluffy girl? I know dong."

Zaky turned a grinning smile. "Every day I meet a girl on campus. Haven't met that click with the heart if you make a wife. Slow down is it. College wasn't done either. Go to work first to make the future bright. Oh yes Mom, today there is another gift from fans. Hmm...."

Ibu Sekar stared at the two gift boxes Zaky showed by sliding the camera. Watching the child open one of the wrapping box covers. Indeed his bachelor was always open any story to him. In Singapore, we have fans. Surrounded by beautiful women. Which makes him always diligent remind to be careful in association.

"Mom, where's Ami? Tumbens. Usually likes the most fussy nongol." Zaky turned the camera back to a straight position in his seat.

"Ami just left for Papa. It's been told to get Enin nginep there."

***

Halfway through the journey, Ami is silent with the thought of being somewhere else. During a chat with Akbar this afternoon, he told me about the results of a four-eye chat with Mom. And Akbar motivates to be patient and calm. What is important while waiting for the decision, must show seriousness of intention in front of the family. But in fact, he can not be as relaxed as his Panda theory. Even in the room.

"Fine." Mr. Bagja looks at the child. Just a minute waiting for Ami to speak because usually never like silence. This time he just silently pursed his lips tightly.

"Yes, Pa." Ami. Waiting for the continuation of the father's words.

"Are there kids at school who like Ami?"

"Like it a lot, Pa. But there was one guy who shot. Even martial arts moved classes into one class with me. But I refused. Because I don't have feelings for him. I love her with Brother Akbar." Ami unceasingly expressed her feelings.

"Can Ami tell the difference between love and admiration? Don't be afraid Ami to Akbar was just amazed. Because he's a motivator and also a handsome." Mr. Bagja looked at it again. Go back straight to the streets because you can't lose focus.

"At first it was just awe. His style when providing coaching in class is stunning. His caravan was calm and confident. Public speaking is cool. Plus its fashionable appearance. But then the level went up. Just listen to his voice when calling, make the heart flutter. So I love and am amazed by Brother Akbar. Is Papa asking this question gonna help me?"

Mr. Bagja looked over and smiled. "Mom asked for the same time. And Papa supports that. Can't be rash to make decisions. Moreover, this concerns Ami's future."

Ami sounded a long sigh. Straighten the view forward. The car has now entered the village road.

"Father, parents want the best for their children. I love Ami very much. Papa also considered Ami like his own son. If only Gina had a boyfriend. Surely Papa will tell people to browse first the track record of the guy. What is his family background. What is the environment. Won't be rash to give the green light right away."

"Does this mean Papa wants to tell people to be his intel, Akbar?" Ami squinted his eyes at the driver who was driving quietly.

"Yes. Because Papa loves Ami. Must make sure first the guy that Ami loves is really good in front of and behind Ami. Or vice-versa. And if true Ami is an adult. Ami won't file Papa's plan with Akbar." Mr. Bagja stopped the car next to the entrance gate of Enin's house.

"If it turns out that Brother Akbar is pure good, will Papa support me to marry young?"

Mr. Bagja turned his head and nodded.

"Deal." Ami reached out her hand to shake hands. And greeted the father continued accompanied by the oddity.

"Thank you, Pa. I went in by myself. Papa can go home to the adzan magrib." Ami opened the door to get ready to go down.

"Papa's getting inside. I want to meet Enin first. It's not as ethical as it's not good first." Mr. Bagja first came down and closed the door.

"Wad. Does Papa want to go in for mastiin there is Kak Akbar inside? Argh, it's hard to be the same general. Always be vigilant," complained the inner Ami suddenly deg-degan. How no. He had already sent a chat when he just got in the car. Confirms to stay at Enin's house. And Akbar replied with one word 'yes'.