Sam
Happy day

*

After teaching, Nada continued shopping at the minimarket. Not far from his house.

As usual, he was shopping for ingredients to make doughnuts and sandwiches that were recently so in the interest of children at school. Not only that, yesterday Nada even received an order putu ayu for snack review for the first time.

“Alhamdulillah,’' he revealed when receiving some money on hand. “Why don't you think of posting, anyway. Not bad, so cuan, '’ I'm glad that afternoon.

One full basket contains wheat flour, rice flour, refined sugar, butter, margarine, chocolate bars, pandan paste, chocolate paste, soda, meises and cheese.

Yeah, it's more or less like it's Nada's groceries. While waiting for the queue he opened his phone. Anxiety still reigns in the heart when two days ago Sam made him upset. It's nothing, after knowing Sam's family is a middle-class family up, he became inferior. He just wants to express the restless that is nesting. In fact, it was just Sam who was sniffling at him. Even impressed not to pay it much attention. In fact, Nada only needs to be given support. That'sthat's all.

“Eh, how, how?" ask yourself after reading Sam's message.

"Please, Brother." The voice of the cashier guard made Nada put the phone into her bag.

After paying for her groceries, Nada immediately went home. It took me ten minutes to get home.

“Na, no package. It's on your leptop deck. What did you order?"

Just arrived, Marni had asked her son questions. Tone had even just taken off his shoes and placed them on the shelf.

"Package?’' mummified Nada. However, his moving legs also approached the parcel on his desk.

“Azara Fashion," shrewd Tone read the sender's shop on the expedition invoice sheet.

'‘Sambara,” he continued to read the name of the sender.

Tone brought the parcel to the room wondering. It opens slowly until it shows the contents of the package. One stel kebaya tile color sage is currently in this time. Complete with a subordinate drawstring patterned matching color crown.

The decay was already a sense of annoyance in the chest replaced with a thumping heartbeat. Especially find a modern kebaya that immediately makes him like even though he has just seen it.

Soon he grabbed his phone to reply to the message Sam sent yesterday.

[This is what it means, Mom]

One minute

Five minutes.

However, Sam did not return the message. He is on line. Makes the tone snorting as bad.

Tone trying to switch call mode. But Sam refused it.

“Di reject again," muttered Nada getting upset. It switches to grabbing the kebaya and attaching it to the body.

He stood in front of his glass. “It looks like a fitting too. Kok knows my size m,” he said as he glanced at his phone on the pillow.

Not long after Sam's call rang. Quick Tone scroll green sign up. "Kam_”

The tone speech was forced to stop because of Sam's voice that was so carefree across there.

“Hai, Deck. Did you get the package?" sam's voice made Nada rustle smooth. Unknowingly Nada held onto her thumping chest.

“Iya. I don't know yet?"

“Gratitude deh. Hopefully fitting. You wear it tomorrow morning, yeah. Let same with my clothes.”

“We mean sarimbitan?” guess the Tone is right.

“Iya is the cool language. Tomorrow after dhuhur I may have arrived. You also went home from school, right! One more thing, tell my parents to make time for tomorrow.” Sam had just spoken to Hardi over the phone.

“Say, bring a friend! What's it for, Mas?’'

Sam sounded chuckled. “That, make sure my application event yesterday that just came. Tomorrow's shop, he explained. Or you'll know for yourself."

“Hm," replied Nada accordingly.

Making Sam smile thinly guessed the face of Nada who was not satisfied with the answer.

“Udah to eat?”

“Not yet. Just came,’' Nada's voice is still ketus even though his face is meeting. Getting a small attention like this just feels like flying.

“You?"

“What?”

Tone clucked slowly. "Would you eat too?’'

“Beluuum. Still dirty same oil.” Sam's answer wasn't entirely a lie, because as he was helping Dimas, his phone rang with the caller's name 'father of Nada'. I don't want Sam to stop his work for a moment.

“Lying!"

'‘Di... Do not be ashamed, if your prospective husband is only working in a workshop. Not an employee like you.’

Tone clucking. “Mas, ortu you're actually a country man? Tasks off the island, until not anter you make my application?’' There was doubt that made his heart uncomfortable. Afraid to guess something.

The question of Tone was truly beyond belief. Confused Sam to answer what. “Ss_who said? I have a lot of parents here, they could be my parents' representatives. It's the same, Deck. Don't worry about it. My mommy can understand." Sam convinced Nada. More precisely also convinced himself. To this day he has not spoken to his father. Sam believes in persuading his brother, Alif. Because Sam is aware, he is not as patient as his brother if facing his father.

*

The sound of the door being closed earthly makes the chest of Tone pounding like fireworks in the new year. He held onto his chest that rippled violently while brushing the curtains of his room window. Two cars were parked in the yard.

Two middle-aged men who were at first glance similar. After two women with maroon and blue dongker, out of the black Avanza car.

Sam appeared to be standing up wearing a long-sleeved batik shirt, his complexion exactly like the subordinates that Nada was wearing. Hair that usually decomposes freely has now been trimmed neatly in the style of undercut.

“Mbak Tone. It was mas mas mas yesterday it was the same as me,” I am Kalis while looking up at Nada who was busy wiping a speck of water in the corner of his eye. It's so exciting to remember today's event impressed impromptu. Especially in the kitchen of his house who participated riweh about cooking cooking.

Tone just smiles. Furthermore, the arrival of Marni who opened the door of her room made Nada away from the window.

‘'The camera has arrived. Come out!”

Ms. RT who was invited as a witness also picked up Nada in the room. Tidying up the little tip of the Nada hijab. “Pinter the make up. Natural once," praise RT bu with a sincere fluffy smile. “Dasare yo wes kenes (basically also already beautiful), in a thin make up polish aja aja already more fresh. Her lipstick on tebelin again, to, Nok!’'

Tone shakes disapprovingly. “Listen to you, Mom. Mboten (not) pede if the wear is too sluggish,’' reject Smooth tone. He does not like the color of the color. Especially for lip color.

Marni pulls Nada's arm. “Come! Smile a little, let the judes reduced,” seductive Marni makes Nada grimace embarrassed.

A splinter tone to take his breath and then slowly puff up. Once out of the room all pairs of eyes were instantly fixed on him. No exception to Sam.

The rectangular hijab wrap in the form of a sedemkain appearance adds to the sweet face of Nada. His ginsul teeth also look sweet when he smiles to greet his guests.

“Kann, I said. Beautiful, right, buk," whispered Revi to Siti who was still at home looking at Nada.

“Kedip, Mas,” whispered Reva while nudging Sam's arm.

“Diem boy,” said Sam was no less slow with a restrained smile.

The tone clenched both hands in front of the chest while nodding while staring at one by one his guests who were sitting in a circle.

A group of eight men and ten men from Nada's side sat on the carpet. Chairs and tables that are usually placed in the middle of the room have been moved. So it looks wider.

The wooden wall that has been in the shiny brown pelur is more alive and looks classic, impressed different.

Yesterday, Hardi had painted from noon with the handyman who had the message flash. After Sam informed him of his planned arrival.

The friendly event seemed to start in the voice of Nada. The sound of RT sir who has been adept at welcoming guests more dominates the entire room.

Furthermore, Pakde Wahid from Sam's side took over as a spokesman for the guest party.

"Assalamualaikum to wb."

"Good day father or mother and all the families we respect. Thank you for accepting our family well. Please allow me to convey the words representing our sister, Mr. Rusno, who is currently unable to attend because of his duties. To officially convey the purpose and purpose of our arrival."

"On this day, we are present in the midst of the father's or mother's family, nothing else in order to be in touch in order to get to know each other more closely."

Wahid glanced at Sam who was sitting wrongly behind him. Then he looked back at all those present.

"Next, we also want to convey the wishes of the nephew or whom we have considered our own child. That is Alsaki Sambara, the youngest son of my sister."

"Allow us to represent Mas Sambara conveying sincere intentions to propose to the father's daughter or mother. That is the purpose and purpose of our arrival today. May the father and mother please respect our son's intentions, by accepting this proposal."

"This is all we can say to the father and mother, while waiting for a welcome from the father or mother whether our application is accepted or may be rejected, do not forget we and our family apologize if in conveying this purpose and purpose there is a word that is less pleasing to the heart. So is today's delivery which is as a manifestation of the seriousness of our hearts.

Wassalamualaikum Wr. Wg."

Sam exhaled, a little relieved, then stole a glance at Nada. Which seems very aware Nada to make a hue on his face.

Luckily there was Kalis sitting next to him, who could ease his nervousness into the limelight.

"Monggo dik Nada, please kinda ahead on the side, me," said Mr. RT who can be said as the host, greeting Nada.

Nervousness was certain, the hand and foot tones even felt so cold.

"I would like to thank Mas Sambara and his family for coming. Thank you for trusting my heart and loving me sincerely. With the blessing of parents and family, God willing I received Mas's good intentions to make me a future wife. And God willing, your proposal I accept."

Sam did not even think that Nada himself answered the welcome application spoken by Pakde Wahid. In his heart he was ashamed to not be able to say his own pledge. Even when Bulik Nur gave the code to inching forward Nada.

For the next, Bude Nur prepared a transparent box containing two rings. Sam first took and pinned the ring on Tone's finger.making it perfectly circular on Tone's finger. The ring on Nada's middle finger was still beautifully circular there, making Sam give his sweetest smile to the blushing tone. Until Nada did the same thing Sam did.

Reva and Revi have even been on since with their respective cameras. Not to miss the RT pack also took pictures of two lovebirds who were sparkling to describe their happiness.

The series of events until the arrival of hot tea and snacks make the event a little relaxed. There are lemper, sagon, omelet roll, java jenang and Bandung nuts as a friend to drink tea.

It is not expected that Wahid who seems stiff can blend in with Hardi and the elders in the harvest. His voice even dominates in the room, even though he is whispering. From Sam's ears it is clear that his uncle asked to be explained about who is the sagon maker who is being praised.

"This is what makes, yes, the incumbent, sir." The voice of RT is quite convincing. Wahid nodded.

"If I had been to the next village, it was also a neighbor's show. There's a sagon but it's longer, Mr. RT." Rusno told me about his experience.

"The present time, there's been a lot of innovation, sir. There are many creative young people. Yeah, like this Buna."

"Mother?" reanimate Kusno in the chat.

"Yes, Sir. People often call it that. Follow the school children if you call Mbak Tada."

Secretly, Sam smiled as he scrolled through his phone.

[Mashaaallah, deck. Thank you for accepting my application in such an amazing way.]

[You're beautiful,]

As soon as the tone opened the message on his mobile phone that vibrated. Make her meet again while looking down with a smile.

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^^[dare not speak for themselves.]^^^