Me And My Step Brothers
Meet the big family

“ you guys also changed clothes?” I asked, when I saw the Indonesian-speaking Caucasians also preparing in the men's locker room.

“ why indeed?” ask them from inside the men's locker room. Because I didn't enter it, just peeking out of the dressing room next to the women's dressing room.

“ I'm curious you know; bule face using bescap java.” said I imagine. Bescap is a typical Javanese dress commonly used by men.

But I must be disappointed, because...,

They just wear regular suits.

“ ga fun ah.” my word pout.

“ really want to see us wear Javanese clothes, yes.” kekeh Damien.

“ if gini is not the uniform name, other times use bescap java you guys enggak.” said I pout. Though I've been curious half to death to see these bule men wearing java clothes.

“ quiet.” said Damien kissed my cheek.

“ ih..” annoyed me.

“ why?” ask Damien.

“ later I hit PKK.” I said.

“ what is it?” surprised Arnold.

“ Panu, Scab, Ringworm.” I wipe cheeks that Damien kisses.

“ chatty, feel this.” said Arnold helped kiss my cheek that Damien did not kiss. I could see the shocked faces of my extended family.

“ this again.” my words cover my two cheeks.

“ am I not kissed?” said Brian listlessly.

“ ouh, come here, I'll kiss you.” I said anxiously. Then kiss the cheek of the man who was 10 years away from me.

“ hehe, look. I was kissed.” Brian said following two older brothers who headed to where they sat as guests.

“ small children. Sok show off.” Damien replied.

“ cheating.., we want to be kissed too.” Arnold said sulking.

“ then because he's a little boy I want to kiss him. Brian, don't be like your sister Casanova.” I said follow the men bule.

“ what do you mean, Casanova? I am a loyal man.” Damien replied.

“ Prettt.”

**

I looked towards the bule man. Arnold wears a white shirt, with a silver vest and a white suit.

I stared at the wedding. Javanese customs are thick because special family guests wear bescap and kemben. In the accompanying opening in Javanese language that I myself do not know the meaning.

“ I start thirsty.” Damien said with a sagging body.

“ why only the MCs are given a drink?” ask Arnold.

“ I will ask Andre first.”. Andre was Anna's older brother and that man was my younger brother's.

I talked, quite alot because they looked at me with a trivial look that made you careless.

“ what they say.” ask Damien.

“ said he would eat it buffet. So drinking will be one in the dining room.” said I was upset.

At that moment, Damien stopped one of the servants who brought him a drink.

“ miss, can you bring us a drink, we are quite thirsty, because it came too early and did not have time for breakfast.” Damien said. I can see if the maid's face is red, perhaps because I'm ashamed to see Damien's good looks.

‘ and he doesn't want me to call him Casanova?’ it was a wonder that I looked as if Damien was used to praising women.

Finally, after some time, the lady-servant actually brought us a drink. I can see the faces of the big families who refused to bring me a drink earlier.

“ tea.” I replied to Damien staring at the drink.

“ don't usually wear mugs? And this is not hot.” complained Damien.

“ this is not in Holland. Have a drink, he said thirsty.” said Arnold. Although she is also of Dutch descent, mommy Berta is Indonesian, so surely my stepbrother used to drink tea with a glass cup like this.

I stared at the outside door, there was my other big family. And my sister was with them.

It's okay, I expected it. Maybe that's why my sister went on her bike. I'm sure after this he wants to go with a big family, without me in it.

I looked at them all. They passed my table just greeting the bride's family. I choose silence. Just like these Caucasian men who also do not care when not greeted my extended family.

Time for a photo. Not with the bride.

But with big families.

“ uh, come. You guys take pictures too. Etta too, come.” said mba Indah. One of my family still cares about me. Among his brothers, I know only beautiful mba whose heart is like bude Endang-mother.

Loving, family unity. And Etta is my calling in the family.

“ no, you guys first, we want to donate chants.” Arnold said. I stared at Arnold and Damien. Their usual faces full of smiles now darkened. Maybe because they do not like the treatment and nature of the big family.

I was dragged into being a part of their music. I didn't think their voices were so good and they were so good at playing music. Brian plays the piano, Arnold plays the violin. Damien also Arnold sang alternately. A song of the Spirit. I can see if they're so passionate about their song. I even saw them crying, probably because of their song.

I'm not too comfortable with my voice, I'm not too good at music. There is only a guitar and this song I don't think is too suitable in combination with the sound of the guitar. So I just use the bells to accompany their spiritual songs.