
"Auntie." Endra sharpened.
Endra's mood is bad right now. Tired of thinking about Gista all the time and nyesek because he had a girlfriend from the city even though Endra was too late baper.
Now is really not the time Endra wants to serve his tantric ramblings. Even if it's for Endra's own good.
"There are city people, so the clothes are customary" explains Endra trying as briefly as possible and hoping the tantric stops there.
Of course, don't stop. "Yes continues? Any change he's showing off? Yesterday also Auntie saw in your house, she was walking on the terrace udelnya look. Who doesn't know the manners you like so much?"
Endra tried hard not to retaliate than long.
"You are married. Real work, ready for marriage capital, thought the wife who can take care of you take care of children. Not a city woman whose clothes are still to be commented on."
Endra sat down, looking fed up.
Auntie Inah managed to lure him. And maybe Auntie forgot, if Endra was upset, usually his manners are thrown back.
"Aunty why is it so selfish?"
"What?!"
"I also have the right to choose me, Tan, especially about the wife's business. The one who wants to live with my wife is me. I'm not Auntie. Just like anyone I marry, including Yura, my wife will not meet Aunty every day but every day meet ME. So the one who chose ME is not AUNT. Please."
His aunt's face immediately flushed in wrath.
"You dare to say so with Auntie?! Because of the city women you fight Aunty?! You think he'll want you to stay here?!"
"I—"
"Or what? You promised him you'd go to town together?! Huh uh?! Stayin' it! Stayin' everything! Lupain is the house that your mother lives in, which Nisa lives in for you! Throw it all away! So it continues to be you! Aunty you know yesterday do not go to the city ninggalin Nisa, see what the results are?!"
"Why did you take Mama with Nisa?" Endra's wrath is now burning. Especially when Aunt Inah brought Nisa's name. "I've never said I'm the same as Gista! I'm just saying it's my right, not Auntie's."
The two-man debate was heard by Yura and her father, Pak Hanung.
"What the hell is this? Morning was a storm."
"Huh? Why is it me?"
Endra did not fight, but defended himself because he did not feel wrong. If the Tantenya is right to speak well, even if criticized, where might Endra fight.
He knows himself that his aunt has a lot of trouble taking care of Endra and sincerely loves Endra. But the problem is how to talk Aunty Inah is no longer about advice, but compulsion.
He said he advised, but stressed that Endra's opinion was wrong and his opinion was right so just follow him, forget about Endra's own opinion.
"Tante is desperate that I must do this. Caring for me doesn't mean to be a prank."
"Gasen, it's already." Mr. Hanung gestured Endra to be silent. "Yura, take me in."
When her mother's brother was brought in by Yura, Endra turned away and felt somewhat guilty.
He does not want to be rude. But who likes to be over-regulated? Especially about the life that will be lived alone.
"Gasen."
Along with Mr. Hanung to invite him to talk, Endra saw Gista running hard.
The sight of Gista huffling instantly jerked Endra.
Spontaneous Endra. His legs were still limp he forced away from Gista fainted.
"Teh—"
In front of the house of his aunt who refused strongly Gista, in front of the house of his cousin who was betrothed to Endra, in front of the eyes of Mr. Hanung who would advise Endra, the man was even fixated.
Silent sculpting, confined in the arms of Gista.
"I miss you." Gista mutters. "Don't go far."
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