The Marriage Tragedy Mixed
Chapters 1. Prosecuted to Get Married.

"Vegetable, vegetable! Come on, Mom, the vegetables are fresh. There's also fish still on kinyis-kinyis."

The cry of the traveling vegetable maker, made Bu Galuh stop his activities. He who was holding a broom, immediately put it down and rushed out of the house. His slightly aged face, looked bright. The appearance is so simple, with gray negligee clothes patterned abstract batik and also flip-flops.

"Mas Soleh, where are you going? These two days are not visible," said Mrs Galuh, lurching close to the cart and picky shopping items.

"Hehe, yes, Miss Galuh. Yesterday I returned home, again kangen the same boy bojo," replied Soleh–si vegetable maker–cengengesan.

"Makanya, mbok, yes his wife was invited to live here. It can be quite helpful to sell," proposed Bu Galuh accompanied by a thin smile.

"Yes you know, Mas Soleh, bring here only, so later Bu Galuh can be acquainted with Mas Soleh's children. Mas Soleh's son graduated from High School, right? Once upon a time can be recognized with Jana to have a partner."

Bu Galuh immediately turned his head, hearing Yu Prapti suddenly coming. His eyes immediately squinted, when he heard the neighbor was trying to make fun of his son again.

"Who said Jana was single, she had a boyfriend!" Bu Asih lied, replied with deheman hoping that his throat could be invited to lie smoothly.

"Ah, time, si, Miss Galuh? Which guy? How come I never see it?" asked Yu Prapti.

"Ck, it's none of that. Why would I show my man-to-be there!" decak Galuh was a little upset. His hands move smoothly, taking kale vegetables and also raw shrimp, not to forget also the lomboknya.

"Yes, I'm ashamed. Maybe his son-in-law's candidate isn't richer than my son-in-law's. Asih's husband-to-be is a Tobacco Scout." Yu Prapti pressed his last sentence and spelled it out clearly. Smiling meaningfully, looking at Bu Galuh while taking the eggplant.

"Eh, mothers, do you want to go shopping or do you want to get along with each other? I'm sorry, yeah, I don't have much time to serve you two and have to go back around." Mas Soleh interjected, staring at the two middle-aged women before him alternately with his deeply furrowed forehead.

"You are, you know, Mas Soleh, who showed up two days ago. Later if Asih has become the wife of Tobacco Scouts, I make sure not to shop here again." Yu Prapti looked arrogant, looking at the greengrocer in annoyance.

Similarly, Bu Galuh, but not the satire of Soleh that upset him, but Yu Prapti who boasted a prospective daughter-in-law. Quickly he put all his groceries in a plastic bag, then asked Soleh to count the totals.

"Let's cook the change, Mas," said Bu Galuh a little sniffy.

Ignoring Yu Prapti's muttering, he immediately left from there. His legs were slightly stomped when he entered the house. His face was bent in annoyance, with his hands clutching the plastic bag tightly.

"Bas arrogant, I pray his son does not get married" whispered Galuh cursing, and slammed his groceries on the table as soon as he reached the kitchen.

Jana, who had just come out of the bathroom, raised her eyebrows in surprise to see her mother angry. He dried his towel first, before deciding to approach the mother.

"What's up, Mom? Early in the morning have you been mocking?" ask Jana for attention. He sat down next to his mother, then grabbed a glass and a teapot in front of him. The woman poured water to drink.

"It's all because of you, Jana! If only you were married, or at least had a girlfriend, Yu Prapti would not dare to harass Mother again."

"Our fault, Mom? Don't I know anything?" the young lady complained with a frown.

"I don't want to know, Jana." Bu Galuh shifted his seat, in order to face the child. His two eyebrows intertwined as he stared at his son sharply. "As soon as possible, if you can before Asih gets married, you should also get married!"

"Mom!" Jana raised her voice a little, annoyed with the attitude of the mother who always urged her because the children of her neighbors were married. "I don't have a boyfriend, who wants to marry?"

"Then marry Budi, son. Not that I've introduced you several times with Bu Sapto's son, yes." Suddenly, Mr. Yanto-Dad Jana, appears. Stand up holding her coffee glass, and look at Jana expectantly. "True mother, you must get married soon. Later if it's too late can be a spinster."

"O Allah, sir, I was even twenty years old last month. It might be called a spinster!" jana said, looking desperate.

"It could be, if you don't get married soon. Anyway, I don't want to know, you have to find a bride as soon as possible. If not, I'll accept your proposal for your marriage to be just as kind." Galuh said firmly, as if this was not a request but a command. The slightly quaking middle-aged woman immediately stood up, taking her groceries to execute.

"Mom didn't hear the word but!" it was as if he knew Jana would protest again. "And one more, if possible he must be rich beyond the future husband of Asih."

Jana exhaled loudly, leaning her body irritated on the wooden back of her sitting chair. The woman looked pursed her lips, with a look that could not be separated looking at the mother with squinting eyes.

"Then, said your mother. Your mother wants what's best for you" said Mr. Yanto, sitting next to Jana rubbing her child's shoulder gently. The middle-aged man who had that slightly bushy mustache, smiled warmly at Jana.

The best thing is, this is, the name is coercion. Inner Jana thrashing. He simply answered his father with a faint nod, then immediately stood up to leave from there. Either way, he should be getting ready for work this morning.

Almost half an hour, Jana was finally done. She skipped breakfast the next morning, still upset with her mother. He was wearing shoes on the front porch, when Yu Prapti passed in front of the house with Asih. For the sake of courtesy, Jana greeted with a small nod accompanied by her wide smile–though a little forced–.

"Eh, Jana, you want to go to work, okay?" yu Prapti's.

"Yes, Yu," replied Jana. He didn't want to go on, talk any longer, to the person who upset his mother this morning.

"Eat him, the wedding spit, deh, Jana. Find an established husband, let your life be like Asih. Tuh, look, Asih since proposed with the Tobacco Manager, not allowed to work anymore. But still give money so that Asih can be cool." Yu Prapti smiled widely, lifting his numerous grocery bags as if to show the items purposely to Jana.

"Hehe, yes, Mom." Jana tried to hold back her frustration. Smearing his chest as natural as possible to be invisible, hoping his patience still has a lot of stock, to face the julid-an Yu Prapti.

If only he was not pursued by time, it was certain he would repay his neighbor's julid-an.

"Sorry, yes, ma'am, I want to work first." He chose to say goodbye, still forcing a smile. Then with a subtle movement, Jana picked up the motor and immediately turned it on.

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