
I just got home from teaching at a mushalla not far from my house.
"Assalamualaikum" I said as I walked into the house with anxiety when I saw Rahman and his parents coming to see me and seemed to be talking seriously with my parents.
"Waalaikumsalam" they answered simultaneously.
"Have you come home from teaching? " ask Rahman with a line of smiles at me.
I nodded slowly as I walked towards the living room and then greeted one by one everything in the room.
"Mother is healthy? "i was talking to Rahman's father who was sitting on the bench next to my father.
"Alhamdulillah is a little bit quiet.. Yesterday was just a common cold" he answered kindly.
"Sorry in advance that our arrival disturbs Mr. Aziz's family.." Say it again very politely.
"It's okay, sir.. Like just knowing.. We've known him for a long time. Halimah and Rahman have been friends since childhood until now, even Rahman has been like his own child for us.." Timpal Mom responds to Mr. Rusli, Rahman's father.
All the little laughs confirmed Mother's words.
"alright.. Because the time is also quite late, so maybe I should just directly express the intention of our arrival here is to propose to Halimah for Rahman our son. They have known each other and been friends since childhood and we know each other, so with Bismillah and a little courage we came here to convey the meaning of Rahman who wants to be a companion to Halimah's life forever. Rahman said that he had liked Halimah for a long time, just did not dare to reveal it. And because they have finished school, that's why Rahman decided to express his seriousness with Halimah and really hope to be received well" said Rahman's father again a little stammered, maybe because of his nervousness or because it is still not healthy.
Long ago I was shocked to hear the words of Rahman's parents.
Rahman's remarks in the market yesterday turned out to be true.
The mood was very quiet.
"Hmm." you hear the father making a sound with a slight cough that breaks the silence.
"Sorry Mr. Rusli.. I was previously very grateful for the arrival of the Father and family with a very good purpose that is to invite my Son Halimah to be a companion to the son of Mr. Rahman. But I'm sorry it seems that Father and family are too late, because Halimah has been preached by my friend Kyai Rifa'i's son. And God willing they will soon have a wedding next month" Father replied to Rahman's parents.
A disappointed look on Rahman's family's face.
"But can't you reconsider sir? Halimah and Kyai Rifa'i's children do not know each other. Rahman had known Halimah since childhood. Rahman loves Halimah very much, sir.. Rahman promised to be the husband responsible for Halimah" Rahman said, trying to express his heart.
Dad shook his head strongly.
"What responsibility can you give Halimah? You just finished school.. There's no work yet.. Unemployment.. Neither did college.. It's not enough to just capitalize on Rahman's love.. " The words of the Father made the red face of Rahman withstanding anger and shame.
"I'm sorry Mr. Aziz.. I really don't know K
if Halimah turned out to have been Aaa who.. Then please leave first.. Assalamualaikum" said Rahman's father then went to the door with a quick step followed by his wife and Rahman son.
"So, you talk about responsibility" said the Father again with a cynical tone while looking at me.
I was silent, holding back almost unstoppable tears with a heart that was getting sore.
Even though I don't like Rahman, he's still my best friend and I'm very disappointed by Dad's attitude that has insulted Rahman.