Not my Man
Small Debate
Alun who did not understand the direction of his sister's speech chose to break the unimportant conversation.
“Don't say much! You two just sit down,” said Alun who could not bear to hear the ravings of his brother.
“Again Lo, Bang!” scornful Baras with both hands folded in front of the chest.
Alun saw the look on his sister's face that was pouting and that made the young man even more jubilant was the lips Laras conical. Suppose he was near his sister, of course, that lip he tied with a rubber band, another case with Muezza—the girl who has tahilalat on the tip of the nose looked at the full twinkle of the reflection of Alun's face in the middle rearview mirror.
Without a word, Alun slightly pushed the middle rearview mirror to slant to the left. Muezza's shoulders were dedicated when Alun found out that he had since noticed a handsome young man who had a very strong positive aura.
To eliminate the awkwardness Muezza succumbed to his selfishness.
“Emm .. I got off at the red light to two Bang,” said Muezza while ************ the shirt he was wearing.
“Already like my angkot driver today,” cebik Alun lirih.
Hearing his best friend ask to be taken down, Laras turned his head with squeaking eyes.
“You're still at war, Mue?”
“Sure.” Muezza picked up one by one his luggage.
“Your house is still far away, peak’!” tukas Laras while holding his body to be able to look perfectly Muezza face.
“Then why?” muezza asked casually, though in her heart wanted Laras to prevent more.
“Yakin?” laras said make sure again.
Muezza gave a small nod with a face staring at the window.
“Well if it is.” Laras leaned his body.
Uh, why aren't these kids usually. Dih, bawl the Baras, Muezza grumbled in his heart.
The truth is painful. He thought Laras would prevent his intentions, but in reality Laras instead agreed to it without further ado.
***
“Assalamualaikum.” Muezza opened her high shoes and opened the door.
The girl's forehead frowned, the silence this afternoon made her heart anxious and worried.
“Where are the residents of this house?” ask him to himself.
When he was about to open the room door, the sound of trumpets and party poppers made him surprised instead of playing. Luckily the girl had a strong heart, otherwise she would have died of a heart attack.
The sweetest smile was framed on the lips of the cute girl, a warm embrace being greeted affectionately by both her parents and younger brother who was 9 years old with her.
“Congratulations yes, Sister on her graduation.” Mother's voice was heard waving in Muezza's eardrum.
“Makasih Mommy,” said Muezza who continues to review smiles.
“Stay a wise boy,” Azmi's message to her daughter.
“God willing, Yah.”
“Pardon father and mother, yes Darling. Mommy should be there to accompany you during the graduation procession,” said Rahma with a vibrating voice, seen clear eyes that glazed.
Muezza blocked his mother's tears.
“Mother don't feel guilty about it dong! After all Mother and Father ‘kan have a very important affair,” break up Muezza while hugging the Mother.
In the middle of the novelty Alif jumped up with his index finger pointing up, in order to get the attention of his brother. Muezza blinked one eye to prank his little sister.
“Astagfirullah!” alif said while throwing a popper party that he bopong earlier.
Laughter filled the living room, and Muezza was delighted to see his sister angry. However, the girl was so dear to Alif, never once did she forget her sister.
“Sorry sister, yes.” Muezza pinched Alif's chubby cheeks.
“Emoh!” ketus Alif with legs that move forward to the back, because the position of the child sitting in the chair.
“Ya already, the prize is not so.”
Hearing the word ‘hadiah’ Alif stopped his footwork. Then the boy came down from his seat and turned around with a big smile.
Muezza smiled and pulled out a pink envelope from the pocket of the cardigan jacket.
“Yeay, dapet last.” Alif's joyous cheer was transmitted to all family members.
The funny behavior of the child always succeeded in making his mother, father and brother laugh.
“Can Alif ask for too much more?” alif said shyly.
“Well, he asked again.” Muezza with a waistline stared intently at his sister.
“Hu, stingy!” The boy stuck out his tongue while swaying mockingly.
“Start brave yes, now.” Muezza placed her bouquet of flowers and toga on the table, and the girl ran after Alif who was laughing.
Azmi and Rahma can only smile at the behavior of their two children. The lives of the two people are fairly harmonious, although the economy is not so good.
“You've asked?” azmi said breaking Rahma's laughter.
“What's the problem?” Looking at the flat face of the husband.
“She wants to go to college where?” azmi answered taking off her arms from the wife's shoulder.
“Not yet,” sahut Rahma grabbed her daughter's bouquet of flowers, “indeed, Mas already have money to register Mue to college?” Rahma sat next to Azmi.
There was the sound of heavy breathing of the middle-aged man.
“Do not force it! We better talk about this slowly who knows Mue has another opinion,” said Rahma while stroking Azmi's back.
“What opinion? I don't want to ignore the intelligence of our son,” Azmi stressed.
“Which parents want to see their children are not successful. All parents will think the same as you. But 'kan ... our situation is like this,” explained Rahma who did not accept with the words of her husband.
“How do you think it is good?” asked Azmi who looked desperate.
“We better discuss with Mue, we listen to his opinion. What does he want?” biker Rahma while putting the tubes and graduation plaque.
“Redeem Maghrib later, I'll ask our son.” Azmi went out leaving Rahma alone with her head spinning following her husband's steps which ended with the sound of the door being closed.
Rahma understood Azmi's intentions, her husband was worried about the future of his two children. However, their current state makes Rahma's heart very upset. In his mind there was always the word 'can they meet the financial needs of his daughter's son'.
As the sun continues to spin, the horizon presents a very extraordinary natural scenery followed by the sound of the roar.
Azmi was already standing firmly in the first row and the two women in the house were standing right behind her. The duty of a Muslim they had done and when Muezza was about to stand was restrained by his mother.
The serious gaze of his parents made Muezza's heart shake, because the mother and father very rarely look as serious as this. Though afraid Muezza dared to ask.
“What's Bun? Did Mue make a mistake?” Staring at the faces of the father and his mother in turn.
“No, you did nothing wrong. It's just that we want to talk seriously,” said Rahma while tightly grasping her child's fingers.
Anxiety made Muezza's palms sweat and his rhythmic heartbeat made the girl's chest a little tight.
“What the hell is it, Bun? Mue was afraid to see you guys staring at each other like this,” Muezza said asking for an explanation.
“Dad and mom just want to talk about your next education, Nduk. There is nothing else but that,” explained Rahma kalem.
Like a real princess, Rahma always spoke soft words and was always wise in acting. Not only Rahma who is like that, Azmi—her husband is exactly the same as her just a few things that make them both different.
“Which university do you want to go to? And what do you want to do before college?” todong Azmi who had placed the peck on a small cupboard.
“Mue won't go to college, Dad. Mue want to work.” Muezza expressed his other heart.
“Why?” rahma asked in surprise.
The woman did not end up thinking with her daughter's quick answer.
“Mue bored school Bun,” says Muezza lightly.
“Astagfirullah hal Adzim ..!” azmi cried while holding her chest.
Instantly the atmosphere of the house was silent, the positive aura that was commonly felt now vanished without warning. The silence carried the wrath and merciless aura it had propagated throughout the 18-year-old girl's heart.