Not my Man
Still the Same

Afraid of getting another reprimand from his father, Muezza hurried to go into his room.

“What was my answer to?” Ask himself.

“It seems not to. But .... dad and mom look very emotional hearing the word ‘bosan’ from these lips,” he said while thinking about the sentence that made his father angry.

There was no stopping the girl walking back and forth thinking about her answer earlier, when she was about to take off her face heard a soft knock on the door. However, the voice was able to cause anxiety in Muezza's heart.

“Please open the door, Son!” rahma is standing at the door, still wearing the same face as Muezza.

The girl moved uneasily, she was really afraid of the arrival of her mother. He was also anxious about the decision to his two parents who did not involve him in this matter.

“Mue, you're inside ‘kan?” Rahma knocked on the door of the princess's room.

“I-iya Bun's. Mue's still changing clothes, wait a minute!” scream from inside there.

“Yes Allah what should Mue do?” he said with his hands up.

Rahma opened her face, and she folded it up without thinking about the neatness of the sky-blue cloth. Muezza still set the rhythm of breathing so as not to look very nervous, slowly he turned the knob of the clock.

The slender girl presented her sweetest smile while greeting the mother.

“What's Bun?”

“Dad can not accept your decision,” said Rahma frankly as she stepped inside.

Muezza fell silent, only this time he denied his father's orders.

“Is there any other reason besides being bored that makes you not want to go to college?” Rahma sat in front of the child.

Muezza was still fixated and his heart hesitated to decide on this great decision. Because he thought getting into college needed funds that were not playing games, while last week he only learned that his father had bankruptcy and bankruptcy was caused by Muezza's own uncle.

Afrianto was named after Muezza's father's younger brother, with the man's insistence that he go with his wife to bring capital and business profits that were pioneered from scratch by Muezza's father. Afrianto left his daughter in a neighboring house and was thrown into Azmi's house.

Juwita Karimah, the day after the girl will come and live with the Muezza family.

Azmi and Rahma gave up residence and will send back the child from Afrianto who had stopped for a year, this is the second reason from Muezza who refused entry to any university.

He wanted to continue his studies, but seeing his father's difficulties overcame his intentions.

“Mue won't change Mue's decision, Bun. Besides the burden of Mommy is too heavy,” Muezza said without hesitation.

“But, Nduk— Rahma's speech stopped because Muezza snatched her mother's words.

“Respect Mue's wish, Bun!” he nodded with his head down.

Although this girl always seems to think about the survival of her family in the future, it is impossible if she behaves foolishly when her parents experience this kind of misfortune.

“But father will not take your decision for granted,” replied Rahma explaining the circumstances.

“Berbat also will not change the wishes of Mue,” Mue said clean strong.

Rahma could only smile bitterly at the unanimous decision of her eldest son.

***

On a clear morning, Muezza sat lazing on the porch watching his pet bird.

“Jalu,” call him while whistling.

“The brother is a girl, should the sister keep a cat or a rabbit. Instead of birds,” protests Alif who dislikes Muezza's pet.

Muezza's bright face suddenly turned sour.

“Whose feed?” Muezza's eyebrows shot up.

“Kakak,” sahut Alif.

“Who bought it?” Muezza looked back at his sister with glaring eyes.

“Kakak ‘lah, cook me?” he said quite upset.

“Keep, why do you bother commenting on my busyness?” muezza grumbled.

Alif who had lost in a landslide chose to leave his brother who was provoked by emotions.

“Do not go back and forth when playing!” muezza's orders.

“Alif home mahgrib Kak!” yelled Alif who was carrying the ball.

Muezza pointed a bogeman at the bontot. As Muezza got up from the seat, his phone rang.

“Yes, Yas?”

^^^“I went to your house, nih.” The sound of the barrel is clear.^^^

“Seriously-an?” muezza asked to confirm the words of his friend.

^^^“Iya really,” replied Laras at the end of the phone.^^^

“Self?”

^^^“Sama the most handsome man,” sahut Laras across the phone.^^^

Muezza panicked with the sudden arrival of Laras, he was really not ready if visited by his friend this early.

Still pacing indistinctly the sound of horns rang out loud in front of the house. The girl's mouth was gawking and her eyes were round when she saw the appearance of Alun, how not surprised the girl was just wearing a tangtop.

“Astagfirullah!” exclaimed Muezza who ran away in the house.

Rahma who had just returned from the stall was greeted by Laras who had commented a smile.

“Morning Tan,” greet Laras enthusiastically.

“For Neng,” reply Putry with eyes that glance at the man who is on the left side of Laras.

The barrel that is sensitive to the body gestures of the mother of his best friend immediately introduced the sister.

“This is Brother Barrel, Tan. His name is Alun,” said Laras while nudging his brother's arm.

Rahma's head nodded in understanding, then the veiled woman invited her two guests in.

“Please sit.” Rahma left Laras and Alun sitting in the living room.

The mother-of-two peeked at her daughter in a busy room ruffling neatly arranged clothes in a closet.

“What are you looking for?”

Rahma's words surprised Muezza so much that she screamed.

“Mother ...,” whine Muezza with her bell face.

“Sorry,” Rahma said with a wry smile.

Muezza again put on a sour face.

“What are you looking for?” Rahma again questioned the same thing.

“Mue's black shirt has a cartoon image of her in this part Bun,” Muezza explained as she pointed at her right chest.

“Mother sun behind was early dawn. Wear another shirt first, son!” concluded Rahma with a finger pointing to the right.

“Mue wants to wear that shirt just like Ayas.

Muezza dashed lightning-fast towards the clothesline behind the house, with her spirit grabbing onto the shirt that was still slightly wet.

“Prude origin wash only. This shirt ‘kan I have not used at all,” grunggutu while wearing a black shirt that he bought with Laras last month.

After finishing the t-shirt drama, Muezza came out to meet friends and the do’i while carrying milk tea made by the mother. The sweetest smile framed is always on the thin lips of a Muezza.

“What's the morning of playing here, Yas?” ask Muezza who does not know the purpose of Laras.

“Amnesia lo, Mue?” scorn Laras does not believe the words of his best friend.

“Emang what the hell is going on, Yas? Our feelings are no promise,” great-grandson Muezza with a confused face.

“Jeez, he forgot Bang.” Laras pointed at his best friend with a face that turned to look at Alun.

Muezza looked puzzled at the implied anger on Laras's face. While Alun just silently sipped milk tea made by Rahma without responding to her sister's babble.

What the hell is this? Why am I suddenly a suspect like this? Dumel Muezza scratched his head.