The Mistaken Son-in-law
CHAPTER 5
Pov (Aisha)
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'Who came?'. I murmured in my heart.
"Yes a minute". I scream from inside.
When I opened the door, I found no one outside. 'Maybe there's a kid around here who's nosy'. I closed the door and went back to the room.
I was just about to step on my foot, I heard another knock on the door outside that made me a little upset.
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"Who the hell is that...". Suddenly I was surprised with a rose in front of me when my door opened.
"Surprise".
It turned out to be Mas Arya who used to prank me.
"A beautiful rose for my beautiful wife". Mas Arya gave me flowers on my knees.
"That's.. Do not be so nosy, try if I did not open the door". Say while putting on a pouty face.
"That's why I hid first. Don't look at his face, I'm sorry. No matter what Mas kneeled on, briefly the flowers withered loh". Said Mas Arya installing the weld.
"Who told me to nil kayak earlier, it's really nice to get a wife herself". I replied annoyed and happy and took flowers from his hand.
"Yes yes sorry. Oya, how lonely? Where are the others, home?" Mas Arya asked her once in the living room and invited me to sit on the sofa.
"They all go to the Mall, Maira wants to play on the Playground". My answer.
"Mom's too? Why don't you come along?". Ask again.
"So Ma'am Bella ajakin, but I'm not feeling well seems to want to come months. Some of me never go there, later even troublesome again, they also plan a new night home". I said, I don't lie because I'm a little unwell. Yes even because of the mother-in-law's rejection as well.
"When will we both go to the Mall as well". Saying husband.
I just returned with a smile.
"Why come home at this hour? Usually after Magrib comes home the fastest? Ask wonder.
"So I sent Mas orders around here all stop by the house". Answer Mas Arya.
"Where do flowers come from?". Ask again.
"So right at the red light, there's a little boy who nawarin flowers, Mas keremati you so Mas buy". Hm.. Have you had lunch?" Ask.
I'm shaking. "Yet Mas, just finished praying pas Mas come". My answer.
"We are hungry to eat at Mang Ujang Yuk meatball stall, would you like not?". Take Mas Arya.
"Mau Mas, I happen to want to eat spicy and soupy". I replied excitedly, because it had been a long time since the two of us had not eaten together outside.
"I changed my clothes". My words passed into the room.
It didn't take long for me to get ready, a t-shirt top with an outside sweater, toad pants and an instant hijab, a small bag for a wallet and a mobile phone. Don't forget I used liptint so it doesn't look pale. After feeling enough, I immediately met Mas Arya in the living room.
"Let's go, I'm ready". My speech. Arya looked at me.
"Mas.. How come bengong? So don't we go? Why look at it like that, is there something wrong with my face and appearance?" My toot.
"So yank, you're so beautiful, you haven't styled that for a long time". The compliment.
"The hunt, the hunt will be full if you see me continue". Said teasing.
"Yes come on yank, don't forget the door is locked". He said after we were outside the house. Words remind me.
"If your boncengin wear a jacket ojol kayak gini, like boncengin girls, strong handle yank". Said Mas Arya drove his motorbike to the Bakso Mang Ujang stall.
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About ten minutes we arrived at the meat shop. After parking the bike, the two of us immediately went in and looked for an empty spot. The stall was very rame and there was no empty place because we came to coincide with lunch and school time.
"Yank the place is full of all, you want to wait for something empty or just pack a meal at home?" Ask Mas Arya.
"Wait aja Mas, there are also some tables that already want to be finished". My speech.
Finally after waiting for a few minutes there was also an empty place, we immediately filled it before there were other people who occupied it. After we sat down, came the waiter who asked for our order. I ordered chicken pentol noodles and orange ice, while Mas Arya ordered egg meatballs and iced tea. After recording our order, the waiter went to prepare our order.
While waiting for the order to come we joked with each other while remembering the beginning of our introduction until we can get to the wedding level. Then came the waiter who had delivered our order.
Mas Arya ate first, I watched him he ate greedily until he forgot to take off his ojol jacket, a great struggle to make me happy, I am grateful to be his wife. So remembering the beginning we knew, fortunately I first accepted his proposal.
My thoughts returned at the beginning of my acquaintance with him. At that time a year after the departure of my late parents, I had begun to accept the fact that they had calmed down with Allah SWT. Surely they will be sad if they see me continue to fall like this, I have to rise, I am still young God willing my life is still long.
She was thinking, I was surprised by a call from my aunt saying that Mila, my high school friend, had come to visit. I went out to see him too.
When we met him somehow we both cried and hugged, maybe because long time did not meet because during school time he was one of my best friends.
After embracing like Teletubbies and shedding a lot of tears, we sat in our chairs. We asked each other the news. From the story I also know that now he works in Indoapril which there is a district. He did not go to college because of the cost. As the firstborn he felt he had to help his mother finance their lives and send his two younger siblings to school. His mother was a widow, his father had long since died. In order to survive after his father's departure, his mother became a washing laborer.
After knowing Mila was already working, it crossed my desire to work as well. I asked him if there were any job openings at his workplace. Alhamdulillah is still there for the cashier section, because the cashier who previously moved to another branch.
Mila said goodbye and promised to tell me tomorrow. He also asked for my phone number because the number stored on his phone is not active, indeed my phone has not been activated since the death of my parents, must now have expired its active period. I finally gave him my tantric number. Maybe later in the afternoon I'll buy a new number.
After Mila said goodbye, I told her about my intention to work for my aunt and omku, my aunt could not hold back my day and hugged me because I could finally get up and move on with my life. My aunt and father fully supported me to work.
I asked my cousin to buy me a new number. Oya he is my only 10-year-old son.
Long story short I finally worked in Indoapril, thank God I can put myself well and also get good colleagues as well. Mila always helped me. We go and go to work every day because our house is in the same direction.
It does not feel like I have been working here for a year, I have been able to come back cheerful as before, I also visit my parents once a week and never forget to always send prayers for them.
One afternoon while I was on duty, there was a man who came shopping to my workplace. I think he's pretty handsome, tall, white, dressed like an office guy but he doesn't look like a real person here. As he headed to the cashier to pay, he bought a bottle of mineral water and some snacks. I counted her total and waited for her to pay but she kept staring at me, until a mother rebuked her quickly as many people were waiting in line behind her. He paid for the purchase and went out.
Today I went home alone because Mila is different from me. When I came out of the store, there was this guy in the parking lot, apparently he was waiting to get acquainted. I also ignored and immediately went home with an angkot ride.
It turns out that he did not stop there, the next day he was still waiting for me to go home to work so I felt bad. Because I feel sorry I want to talk to him too. We also met her name Arya Winata, she is from Jakarta. He's on a business trip here. From our conversation I could conclude he was a polite man and spoke kind words.
He offered to take me home but I subtly refused. He did not force and leave but before leaving he asked for my number because tomorrow he had returned to Jakarta, I gave it and we separated.
After he returned to Jakarta we often communicated and our relationship grew closer, so he expressed his feelings for me and wanted to propose to me. At that time I thought it was just a joke but he instead made a video call and wanted to talk to Om and my aunt as my guardian to ask for permission to apply for me.
He promised me another week would come with his parents to propose to prove my seriousness.
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A week passed and there had been no news of anything since the talk of that time. I don't want to be too hopeful either. But after that there was a car that stopped in front of my house, once the car door opened it turned out that he came with a middle-aged man like the age of the late Ettaku if he was still alive.
We also invited them to come in and serve a potluck meal. He also identified himself as Mr. Surya Winata, the father of Mas Arya. He then conveyed his intention to propose to me to be his son's wife, and also apologized because from the family only represented by him because Mas Arya's first brother was out of town, his mother could not attend because the youngest child was in the school exam no one accompanied him at home if his mother came.
This application was also attended by Mr. RT and Ms. RT who were deliberately asked for help to be present by my uncle. We finally got a deal we're getting married in a week. During this time they both lived in the teacher's office.
The wedding day arrived, before last night there was a Mapacci event. I'm dealing with the Bugis custom. My aunt had to cry because soon I would be a wife, as well as my friends who accompanied me in the bridal room. The thrilling time when the MCs tell kabul is about to begin. I pray in order to be launched. Thank God with one breath Mas Arya can recite well and smoothly.
"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Andi Aisyah Maharani bint Almarhum H. Andi Baharuddin Tenro with dowry a set of prayer tools and 10 grams of gold paid in cash". Mas Arya said loudly accompanied by the cheers of SAH from guests who witnessed the kabul ijab. I also could not resist the tears of happiness. Finally we have officially become husband and wife and I became the responsibility of Mas Arya completely.
"Yank, chicken noodles are not eaten just in a stir?". Tanya Mas Arya surprised me.
Seriate.