Pamite
59. Promise of Jaka

Ayu and Jaka still look at each other under the same roof. Occasionally there was the sound of the night wind that forced its way into the ears. While Alif was still standing in front of them with a puzzled look. Why did his mother and Jaka just look at each other in silence? That's what Alif's question is.

"Are you aware of what you just said?" tanya Jaka still could not believe what he heard.

"Conscious. Don't you want to be my dad? Didn't Om ever tell Mom that Om wanted to be my dad? You changed your mind?" cerca Alf.

"No. I never changed my mind if it was. So you've allowed Om to marry Mom?"  Jaka asked once again.

"Yes, Om has been good with us all along. Not only good, but also caring. Always take care of us, Om has twice beaten people for howling Mom. Alif felt he needed Om to help Alif take care of Mom."

A smile Jaka published for a child who has been forced to grow up by the situation. He brought Alif in his arms. Giving a little warm embrace of a father, a hug that he never got in the last year.

"That's Love. It just gives an example of how a man should behave with a woman. Later if you grow up you can appreciate and respect them. Not just Mom, but everyone, especially girls. Thank you for trusting Om to take care of Mom and you." Jaka stroked the child's head slowly. Really he did not expect, behind the pain and pain of battered wounds that he received was able to pay Alif's blessing.

"Now Alif sleeps first, yes. Rest, tomorrow must be school."

Alif nodded and walked towards the room without asking much. Indirectly, the child has actually approved of their relationship from the beginning. It was just that the misunderstanding he saw covered his heart's eyes.

Now remains two humans who can finally breathe with relief. They looked at each other with smiles. Finally what they fought for could they imagine in plain sight.

They were silent for a moment, enjoying the lingering taste. A taste that seems to be temporarily absent.

"I'll take care of our marriage soon. I don't want to put off good things, it's been a year or so that I have to brake myself to act like a friend to someone I consider a lover. You don't mind, do you, if our marriage is simple?" Just a few seconds ago with the blessing, Jaka had talked about marriage. Apparently he can't wait to have Ayu quickly.

"Even if I have to get married, I don't have a problem. I don't care about the party. It's just a change in status that I'm important to. In addition to how our days will be, I hope that your attitude to me will never change under any circumstances."

Somehow Jaka brought Ayu into his arms, stroking the soft elus of his head. The real thing he wanted to do but was hindered by their status.

"God willing I will keep this feeling for one person. Just for you, today I am truly grateful, Yu. I can finally have you. Every night tucked away a prayer just for this."

Jaka increasingly tighten the embrace that in the sense of getting warmer and make them comfortable. In Jaka's heart, he was unceasingly grateful for what he had received today. There's nothing more important about anything than Ayu and her own family.

***

"Rif, let's hunt don't need a lot of reasons! Hurry up or we'll be late!" Rifki's mother shouted while confirming the location of her hijab.

Sunday morning, the woman who wants her child to get married today will meet Rifki with her friend's child. He was very excited because for the first time Rifki was willing to accept his mother's invitation.

However, the other case with Rifki. Very inversely proportional to the behavior of his mother who has since mengawum the sweetest smile. Rifki was very lazy, even he looked what he was.

"This is Mom's son? Abaghfirullah, that's ugly. Where is a man dressed like this when he meets his future wife? Just be right. Let's go to the room again, I'll get you clothes." Rifki's mother dragged her son into her room.

"What happened to this shirt? He's still worth wearing. I'm still good-looking with only t-shirts and pants like this. If he wants to be with me, yes, you should not mind what I wear," Rifki denied but still followed the steps of his mother who dragged him.

Ransacking the contents of the closet and removing all the clothes. Rifki was just staring at her mother doing a gawking.

"Now, wear. The chunky! Do you need Mom's help to put it on? Come here, you!"

"No-no. I'm wearing it myself," refused Rifki quickly.

Once in the bathroom, Rifki marbles her mother's chosen clothes. Brown flannel hem and pants that are in the same color as the hem. He breathed a long breath. Wearing with lazy clothes made his mother's choice. He knew he would look more handsome with the clothes his mother chose. And this would make it difficult for her if the woman really fell for him.

"Well, this is pretty." Rifki's mother praised her own son as her hands moved to tidy up the hem and hair of the child who was actually fine.

***

Half an hour's drive makes Rifki very bored. He was confused by his mother why choose a restaurant that is so far away, even though near his home many restaurants are no less elite.

"Shortly, Mom. Which friend of Mother? I want to see his son first, if it's beautiful I want to meet, if I burik I don't want to. Which one's Mom's friend?" rifki asked as soon as he reached the entrance of the restaurant.

Plaque.

"Have a son by the way, I'm sure she's beautiful," replied Rifki's mother as she mengeplak her son. Then he looked around the restaurant room until his eyes found where his friend was sitting, "Well, that's it" exclaimed Rifki pointing at a corner. Rifki quickly followed the direction her mother pointed.

His eyes instantly widened, "Allahuakbar, Mother. How could you find me a wife so fat? Truly this Mother," protested Rifki with a suffocating voice.

"Where do you know he's fat. But she's beautiful, won't ruin the offspring. Weight can be regulated, many fat people can be thin too. We've met before, learned to respect people even though we don't like them." Rifki's mother dragged her son again to enter.

Rifki is unceasingly whining, she really does not want to be with the woman of her mother's choice. Lazily he walked in his mother's footsteps as his eyes looked around perhaps there was a beautiful girl he could pay to be a lover. Until the corner of his net caught a familiar figure, the pink-hooded girl was laughing with some of her friends. Rifki's brain can work quickly.

"Mom I'm going to the toilet for a second, I'm going there first."

"Be aware that you ran away, yes. I'll marry you next week if you dare to run away!" threaten her.

"Yes, yes."

Rifki walked to the back, as if she were actually going to the toilet. After her mother actually sat down with her friend, Rifki secretly covered towards the table of the pink-hooded girl.

"Ra, help me, Ra," cried Rifki slowly. She didn't want her mother to hear her voice.

"Sister Rifki, what's wrong?" dara asked confused and surprised.

Rifki briefly explained his purpose of coming here. Not forgetting he revealed what Dara had to do to help him.

"What?" peekik Dara was not surprised.