Starlike
Chapter 3

" When to get married, not for long. Poor mom you already want to have a grandchild."

" Yes, get married! Wait what else. It's both well established."

" lh.. Pretty loh. Watch out later your boyfriend runs away if not fastened."

" Fast up."

Such are the words of brother Fathur and there are many more that I must hear. Me and Fathur were both silent, both smiling, nodding and sometimes replying to her answer soberly. Because I was confused as to what to answer.

Me and Fathur are just best friends no more than people think. We are everywhere always together, to think we are lovers, but not.

But it was the fathur who took me to the wedding venue more often. The reason is so. Always inquired when marriage and when followed or in a match.

Who is not angry anyway, in asked like that. surely we will be angry, what else in the match-making. This is not the era of siti nurbaya, this modern era that must choose for itself even though the couple chosen is not handsome. Importantly, rich.

Said Fathur, Ah.. Stale.

And lazy to hear it. But what people say is true, Fathur is already well established and it's time to get to a more serious level. No longer have to pursue the uncertain when can invite to live together forever.

I was also surprised, this Fathur is handsome, well-established and also rich. Who does not like this man, all women are crazy and like him. But it was Fathur who was reluctant to date and was still waiting for a woman who was pursuing a career.

I wonder who Fathur is waiting for. For so long he waited for a woman to be willing not to date.

" What?" Said me.

" Who are you waiting for! Very curious, I swear!"

" Poo."

I'm clucking, it always makes me curious. And don't want to tell me who the woman is waiting for.

Seven years I was with Farhur I never saw him date a woman except my way. Yeah, that's why everyone thinks I'm his girlfriend. And stupid me.. Ignore their words.

" Want to eat again, I'm still hungry."

" Huh!"

" Facing mothers and fathers is very difficult. Eating is not calm."

Could be one of my friends. It is true that facing the babble and chatter of mothers is very draining and patiently holding so that abusive speech does not come out of our lips.

Like me who has to be patient with the boutique castamer, who ordered a wedding dress with a lot of this desire it. It was very difficult for me to fulfill. But it didn't make me give up and instead challenged until my castamar liked and said.

' Yes this, which I want'

How it feels, relieved. And I'm happy that my castamer is happy with the design of my wedding dress.

" Don't give up, stay up. Face anything calmly and you'll see results."

And Yes. That word is always proven. When I stay calm with what God is testing me. Like the beginning I was determined to pursue a scholarship from a big city campus, died my village and also my mother who I entrusted in the mental hospital of my hometown.

How difficult my beginning in the city, with diligent capital and pocket money from the results of breaking the piggy bank that I collected each received a wage labor odd jobs.

Yes, my life in the village was very, very difficult harder when I was struggling in my own city. In the past, I lived in three, mother, me and grandfather of my mother. My grandfather was very kind, not just an ordinary grandfather. He was the vanguard for me, until he left me and my mother forever at the age of fourteen.

And how my fate after living grandfather.

Devastated once, my mentality was so down that I was slumped in grief. And I had to get up, when I realized there was no longer anyone to support me and my mother.

I had to lock my mother up at home while I was at school until I worked odd jobs. I can't let my mom outside when no one's watching my mom anymore.

If there is still a grandfather, maybe the mother will not be more crazy and rampage to slam all the goods just because every day is always in parentheses in the house.

When I remember it, my heart is sad and I am very cruel to my mother. But it was for the good, as well as the safety of my mother and of course I was tired of having to look for a mother out there after work.

Two years I took care of my own mother, until I often got tantrums, scratches and throwing things from my mother. Maybe that's what I had to bear, handing my mother over to the social service who got a report from the neighbors for feeling sorry for me.

At first it was sad, so sad that I repeatedly got the attention of the neighbors who saw me crying and living alone. But I realized with her my mother was taken to a mental hospital, I hope to God that my mother will recover from her illness even though the possibility is small.

Because I only have a mother, only a mother.

" So he said he was full, but why did it add rice?" Goda Fathur's.

" Facing the fact that I can't get away from food even though I'm full." I answered, making Fathur laugh.

It's funny, at first I said I didn't want to eat because I was full. But still I was tempted by the food that made me unable to not taste it despite repeated times.

Indeed, this Fathur can make my stance collapse, because it brings me to my favorite place to eat.

Spicy lovers.

Yeah, I'm a spicy lover. Eating anything should be there sambal if there is no sambal it feels anything less.

Like my life is full of the spicy taste of people's speech. That's how I am motivated by the words of people who make me a little hurt, but I will prove if the child of mental illness can realize his ideals and success without the help of anyone.

Note, Without anyone's help.

Because I don't like people who will talk about those who have helped us. And I know, if they do it, they just want to be praised.

Hypocritical.