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16| Jodokuu...

Bright star-studded night skies, a fat crescent-shaped moon adorned the night sky. Chants of crickets interlock between the grasses. Tonight will not be as quiet as usual, when I have to stay up late to work on papers from lecturers.

Tonight, it should come with a thumping, flowery heart. But unfortunately, tonight my heart does not feel any flowers blooming. More to the sad that is forced to accept with a spacious chest. Without being able to choose, to dodge and avoid.

Then passing in front of me makes me understand what I mean to them. And made me realize, that life is not forever pivoting on myself. However, my life revolves around the others as well.

I saw Mimi who was busy arranging the food to be served to the guests who came, as well as Anjani who helped Mimi. While I was not allowed to touch anything, I was just told to sit down and makeup to meet my future in-laws later. They do not understand, if in fact I just want to talk and confide in them. Tell me I'm not ready, and what should I do when my prospective family comes???

"Let's not stay in the room! Your dress uolo!!" Lastri suddenly stood beside me.

Maybe if the situation is not like this, surely I will hit Lastri with something near me. But what power, this heart is languishing. Finally I nodded, agreeing to Lastri's invitation to go to my room on the second floor.

"Mbok Yo virgin iku seng ayu sactics" said Lastri again. This time I just sneered softly at his grunts.

Up in the room, I ended up crying in Lastri's arms. Spilling out all the bumps that have stuck in my heart since this morning. Telling me everything, about my readiness, about Abi, and about the feeling of being buried in the depths of my heart.

Lastri was shocked when he heard me tell him about the taste I felt for an Adam in the city of Jogja. The same taste we cultivate with love in friendship bonds.

"That means you like him?" The question made sure that his hearing was not wrong.

I nodded, still sobbing softly.

"Continue?" ask again.

"He said he's getting serious about Las. But I refuse, I say that I want to graduate college first just ready for marriage" said I explained.

"He agrees??" asked Lastri again which I immediately replied with a nod.

Lastri just sighed heavily, then came back to hug me. It is sad, from the beginning I did not like if I had to get married at the age of corn, still young, the times when a young man boasted and continued the struggle of his nation.

"My soul mate in the hands of God Ra. Even if you expect the person to be half dead, otherwise the soul mate will not be united in this sacred bond of promise. Believe it!! That God gives you the best soul mate, to complete your shortcomings. Abi and ummimu have never been wrong Ra!! I as a santrinya believe that!!!"

I was still crying and hearing the advice from Lastri. Guidance that reflects naive and manut on Kyai ala santri. O God of Las, what a tyrant of you behind the attitude of your bar-bars I,,, I,,,

My hugs and cries came to a halt, when Ja'far knocked on my door.

"Well haven't been diras tho?" Ask Lastri.

"Gus Slope. Woh, the twin of the njenengan is still mewek." Lastri replied to Ja'far.

Ja'far smiled obliquely.

"Njar no ae Las, kids!!" ejek Ja'far's.

Lastri smiled at the joke from my double curse.

"Mr yho. His guest had prayed in the mosque" Ja'far told Lastri before closing my door.

Lastri finally got up and led me to the dresser, swept a thin powder in my face, and also gave my eyeliner, blemish, and a little mascara dagger so as not to look weary. Last Last Lastri gave liptin to my lips, and tidied my veil to make it look neat and beautiful.

"Wes ayu mantene" said Lastri, making me reflexively hit her arm slowly.

"No like me!!"

Pastri just smiled at my behavior. Half an hour later Anjani came, then invited me to come downstairs, meet the family of my future husband.

Embarrassed. That's how I felt the first time I was among them. This rare gerogi taste suddenly appears at an important time like this.

A little younger woman than Mimi, shifted her seat to be close to me. I kissed her hand, as a tribute.

"This is Tiara, mbak?" Ask the woman to Mimi.

"Nggeh. Yugo kulo seng ayu dewe." Mimi replied making my cheeks slightly blush.

Yaiyalah Mi, beautiful herself. I am the only daughter!!!

"Where's college?" Ask the girl again.

"In Jogja neng." Answer me shyly.

The woman was a little surprised by my answer, but a second later her expression returned to normal as usual.

"No need to call neng, call me mbak. I'm your future husband's mbakyu."

WHAT??? HER MBAKYU??? Am I going to marry that bangkotan om-om???

"Hehehe... Yes mbakyu" I said with a cry, trying to hide the big question mark that appeared in my brain.

Event after event continued, I listened carefully to the conversation between my Abi with his teacher aka my prospective in-laws. I also heard the voice of my future husband who sounded hoarse, but still sounded firm. Arriving at the peak of the event, which shows the face of each manten to be more convincing decision.

I was encouraged by Mimi to shift a little forward. At this time, I can only surrender to God's destiny, may in the last moments God give me a way to avoid. I closed my eyes until the satire opened in front of me.

O Allah, if he is truly a servant's soul mate, give the handsome and filthy servant of your servant always to be grateful for your favor!!! My prayers.

"Ndok, nang in the open mripate!" abi's orders.

I slowly opened my eyes, and saw a man in front of me. Poh... SHE???

"ASTAGHFIRULLAHAL 'ADZYME. MR REON??"

I said aloud, pointing at the figure of the man in front of me. Neighbor whispers began to spread around me. Mr. Reon just smiled faintly at my behavior that did not have this shameful vein.

"Wes, do you know ndok?" Ask the figure sitting next to Abi.

"Sampun Bah's. Tiara niki coed Kulo." Mr. Reon replied politely representing my surprised attitude.

In the midst of the riots. Finally my brain can deduce two explanations. First, that Mr. Reon is a Gus. And secondly, I'll marry the lecturer myself. What kind of a halu is this!!!

"Alhamdulillah if it is Bah, do not need ta'aruf-ta'arufan. Just get caught up, next week's wedding!" Said his Mbakyu Pak Reon earlier.

Huh!!! What kind of decision is that???

Everyone present agreed with the unilateral decision made by Mr. Reon. Everyone says Alhamdulillah in unison, only I am still looking blo'on here. Satir was again closed, and the dinner was the cover tonight.

After the show was over, the guests went home. I went back to the room, and hurriedly activated the HP that I had since climbed the mountain to turn off. Miscall and the messages come from a single name.

Mr. Buthek.

Seriate...