Pamite
78. Family Group

The uncomfortable feeling just came out after Jaka came. Rifki is hesitant if you have to be romantic and make out and then suddenly Jaka comes again like that. Finally, he decided to drink the tea that he had been craving.

"Rif, long time ago you weren't here. Stop by the house if you're not in a hurry."

"Yes, I'll be there."

Jaka returned home after meeting his mother.

"No, look! Jaka ordinary, am I not here? He showed no dislike. You are a parnoan," chirped Rifki sucked the fried food on the plate.

"So how? Want to not accept my proposal? Later before you thesis us fiancee. After graduation, we got married. I don't have to go to work, let me work. You have an online business from Ayu, right?" Rifki muttered as she chewed the fried banana.

"I can't apply the knowledge I have? Four years of college worthless?"

"Emang if you can science from anywhere should be applied to the job? A diploma is just a paper, which is important knowledge. You can use that knowledge in everyday life."

"Emang actually said people, women end in the kitchen," muttered lirih Dara.

"Kitchen but different. Don't think much. I just want an answer, don't I? If indeed you really want to work, yes I have given permission as long as you do not forget the same obligation."

"That's what I thought first."

"What was thought? You think less of this all this time?" rifki jolt restrained.

"That one, that one works."

"Inforsaken?"

Dara quietly did not immediately answer, he again lowered his head. Seeing that Rifki became lazy and careless. He's tired already.

"Yes, you don't have to answer first. I can wait!" Rifki got up from her seat and walked out of the house.

Dara immediately stood up and walked quickly following. He forgot the swelling in his leg because he saw Rifki who was about to leave without saying goodbye.

"Sister, ouch," cried Dara sitting back on the floor could not stand the twitching at his feet.

Rifki immediately turned around and went back inside the house.

"Ngapain, anyway? Uda know his legs hurt, sit still just a clash can not?" rifki's nagging ketus while lifting Dara's swollen legs into his lap. And spitting it out slowly.

"Yes I reflexed a brisk walk because of you, you left suddenly without saying goodbye, yes I panicked. Ntar you say again like already," reply Dara no less ketus.

"I'm going to Jaka's house. You also don't want to answer my feelings right now. No need to answer them."

Rifki lifts Dara's body back to the sofa. He felt the floor in Dara's cold house, and it wasn't good for him.

"Don't walk around if you want to heal fast." Rifki stroked the top of Dara's head and prepared to leave.

"What's wrong?" ask Rifki gently.

"Don't go anywhere. L'm.. I'm still missing." Whether consciously or not Dara said that.

Rifki sat back with her second hand still adrift.

"Yes, I want to be your wife, don't go any further, don't tell me anymore. I'm lonely, nothing makes me laugh, nothing makes me angry, no one is patient with my nagging other than you" Dara said with a trembling mouth.

Dara finished her words, unable to hold back her tears. He wiped his wet cheeks from tears. This time she was crying for a man.

"Yes, I won't repeat, I won't do anything that makes you sad. I'm crying, I'm not going anywhere." Rifki also wiped away the tears that continued to plunge freely.

Relieved already Rifki his heart, a wait that takes patience and time is fairly short finally produces happy results. He just had to talk about this to his mother and Dara's family. Not a difficult thing, because they both give blessing to both.

"I'm home, yeah. I want a night, not good to see about the family, we have not any ties. Yes, even though there is a mother at home, there is still a ngeganjel. We're on Sunday, will you?"

"You," Dara answered quickly and a fluffy smile. The answer is already exactly like the kind of child TK who will be invited to walk. It makes Rifki even more anxious.

Since that day, the days of humans at a different age far enough is so beautiful. Like a kid who has just been in a relationship. The more the day gets closer and closer. The application day has been determined, making Rifki increasingly impatient to wait. The day he spent so long to get to the mid-next year proposal. The application will be implemented before Dara gets busy with the script.

Months passed, so often Fadil came to the house of his former brother-in-law made himself also familiar with Rifki and also Dara. There was no blood relation between them, but everything was like family. The warmth they create makes each other feel comfortable. There is no more feuds or enmities, there is only happiness.

On Saturday night, whether it is agreed or how, the two pairs of lovers who are almost halal are both visiting Ayu's house. Now the house of Ayu and Jaka is often made a target for them dating.

"Oh, yeah. Here I have an invitation for you. I hope, everything comes, yes. Ms. Lin if you want to come, Mas. Well, it's a count to represent my mother, is." Fadil was a little sad when talking about mom.

"Yes, you are also my son. I'll take you later, don't be sad!"

"I don't think so, yeah. People who used to be strangers are now even family kayaks. And we're gonna be a family, aren't we?" Ayu felt overwhelmed by all the changes that had happened to her life.

Everyone agreed quickly. Except for one couple who are engrossed in their own dunian. Who else if it wasn't Dara and Rifki who were in their pants.

I don't know what they saw on the phone they put in their midst. It was as if they were negotiating for something. Speak slowly as if the others cannot steal. They were not aware that everyone in the living room was completely silent.

"I'm ugly, I'm wearing pink, anyway. The two of us are not you. I don't want to wear pink, which. The neutral one. It's nice brown," point Rifki to her phone screen.

"This one's penny. A few hours, his clothes. Not all day, yes if you do not want pink on application, just marry."

"Astaghfirullah, baby. I'm too dashing to wear, pink."

They were debating in a soft voice, they were not aware that everyone was staring at them with laughter. Among all those who were there the pair of Dara and Rifki was the strangest.

"Khem." Everyone compact throats.