Titian Love Nadia
Rice So Porridge

One week after the refreshing event that time, Nadia really focused on the semester exam. He never met Rasya. Rasya, too, did not interfere with Nadia's activities. They only met occasionally while passing in the corridor or on the campus road, but no longer held each other in greeting, only a wry smile was displayed between the two.

"Nanad, starting later tonight for the rest of the exam time I'm going to sleep in your boarding house, right? Who knows, I can spread your intelligence" asked Prima after the first schedule of the exam that afternoon.

"By, Pim. I'm glad I have a classmate. During this time studying with Nisa and Mbak Devi who are different majors so do not connect." Nadia was happy.

"Okay, I'll be at your hostel later in the afternoon" Prima said. "Now we go to the canteen! I'll buy you meatballs, "take Prima.

Nadia also smiled excitedly, "wouldn't be much, let alone meatballs that gedenya full bowl," he said.

"Little one, Nad. If the big one I'm afraid later you can't spend it, your body is thin" Prima said

"Basar stingy, just say you don't have any money. Wear fear I can't spend anymore" Nadia said.

"Hehehe ... His name is also unemployed, still asking for rations from parents," grinned Prima.

They came out of the classroom down the corridor to the cafeteria. Back Nadia and Prima cross paths with Rasya who just came out of the task of supervising another space test. Nadia only commented a smile to the lecturer who had just seen today.

"Nanad, Pipim, what was your first test? Smoothly?" ask Rasya.

"Thank God, sir," said Prima.

"I went to my room first yes, I ordered meatballs in Mang Ujang canteen" said Rasya.

"Well, you're not the one who bought donk, Pim," Nadia said.

"Thank you, sir," exclaimed Prima looking at Rasya who was already behind them. Rasya also turned his head smilingly nodding and passed from the place.

Arriving at Mang Ujang meatballs canteen, they approached the empty table and sat on a chair there. A waiter approached, bringing two bowls of meatballs without noodles, laying on the table in front of Prima and Nadia.

"This is an order from Mr. Rasya for Mrs Nadia and Mbak Prima" said the waiter.

"Where is the patch, man?" nadia asked the waiter who was called Maman because in front of him he did not find his favorite sauce a little.

"Terms from Mr. Rasya indeed there should be no sambal if you want free, Ma'am," said Maman who was willing to go to serve other plans*gan.

"Huh, how good is eating meatballs without sambal?" ask Prima who is also upset with herself.

"Swimming, Pim. There are many chillies behind fried hehehe," cetus Nadia chuckled pointing towards the tray on the next table containing fried tofu, tempeh and so on, among which tucked a lot of cayenne pepper.

Nadia got up from her seat, taking a tray on the table beside her that contained the fritters. He sat back down, "He who has chronic gastritis really wants someone else to be a victim," he added grumbling while chopping the cayenne pepper he took with a spoon in his meat bowl.

Now they can enjoy eating their meat voraciously. In the afternoon before Maghrib arrived, Prima had arrived at Nadia's boarding place to study together and sleep in the place. Until the night of the last semester exam, Prima stayed at Nadia's boarding house.

The last day of the semester exam is over. Nadia and Prima were having lunch at the Bu Ida cafeteria. Suddenly Nadia's phone vibrated, she did not activate the ringtone of her phone for fear while working on the exam interrupted.

Nadia put a spoon on her dinner plate. He reached into his cell phone from his pocket. See who called at the time. His sister Nindya's name is listed there. Mama must have called, he thought. Nadia also shifted the green icon.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mak," said Nadia greeting her mother as usual.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Nad," replied someone on the other end of the phone who turned out to be right the mother.

"What's up, Mom? Call it this way. Nadia again had lunch in the cafeteria, Mak," asked Nadia while explaining her activities even though Mamak had not asked.

"Look, Nad. Mamak received a complaint from the family of your future husband. They say that if you get closer to the widower, so they advance your wedding date to tomorrow after tomorrow," said Mamak who immediately made Nadia jump in shock.

"What?! Tomorrow day after tomorrow? How could it be, Mom? Not even Nadia met or talked by phone with the mysterious man," she did not accept.

"Yes, you're off tomorrow morning, aren't you? You can't do anything either, Nad. My mom just sent a message from them. All those who manage, you just live it," said Mamak again.

"Mommy?!" nadia said sulking.

"Tomorrow morning you have to go home to Indramayu, take a trip. Yes, I hung up the phone. You ready! Ask your hostess what her name is? Don't ask for rich families! Assalamu'alaikum," said mamak at length again gave the order.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied Nadia limp. He put his phone back in his bag.

Nadia was no longer tasteful to spend the rest of her lunch menu.

"Why aren't you so excited? What's with tomorrow?" cecar Prima who only heard Nadia's words when he received a call from the Mamak.

"My marriage was proposed tomorrow, when I did not yet know my future husband. You want Pim, to accompany me to the village?" obviously Prima then terminated the request.

"Sorry, Nanad. Mother's same father had a program long before this. They will take me for a vacation in the village of Mother," answered Prima refused Nadia's request.

Nadia is now moody, "no one loves me anymore" he lamented. "Anterin I went home donk, Pim. I want to go home now" he asked Prima.

"Yes bentar. I finished this rice first" answered Prima.

After finishing his lunch, Prima complied with Nadia's request. He took the girl to his boarding place. Nadia went straight into the room and threw her body on the bed. While Prima packed her belongings that were still left in the room.

"Yes, it's nothing, Pim. Maybe it was because from the beginning I wanted to keep my marriage a secret, so it just so happened that my best friend no one had time to attend," Nadia looked grim.

"I'm sorry, Nad. I'll see you at the beginning of next semester" Prima said.

Nadia got up and sat down on the edge of the cot. "It's God if I'm still allowed to continue to go to college with my husband later," he said sadly.

Prima sat down next to Nadia, then hugged her best friend since the beginning of the lecture. "Don't be sad donk. At that time you were pessimistic about not being able to continue college, but it turns out you can still go to college. I'm sure you can still continue to go to college until graduation" said Prima gave encouragement to Nadia.

Nadia returned Prima's embrace, "Thank you, Pim. It has made me who is this village as your friend," he said.

"Don't say that, you're not a village anyway" Prima comforted. "Yes, I said goodbye. The bride-to-be sad time," said Prima once again.

Prima took off her embrace, and stepped out of Nadia's room with her belongings. In front of the house he passed by Mbak Rumi and her husband, Mas Har.

"Lho, is Prima going home? Where's Nada? Why didn't you come out and take you?" Cecar Mbak Rumi on the friend of his boarding boy.

"Yes, Mother. I say yes, Mother. Thank you for giving me a free ride. Nadia in the room again sad, Ma'am," replied Prima.

"Sad why?" ask Rumi's mother curiously.

"Tomorrow he will marry the man of his mother's choice, Ma'am."

After answering Rumi's question, Prima put the items on the front of his bike. Then start the motor. "Come, Ma'am!" he said and immediately took his bike away from the house of Mbak Rumi.

"I met Nadia first yes, Mas," said Rumi farewell to her husband.

"Yes, Mas go straight to the room, yes, want to rest" said Mas Har.

Rumi nodded and immediately barged into Nadia's room. Nadia was lying on her back to the door. Rumi sat on the edge of the bed.

"Nadia, Ma'am sure you're not sleeping. Prima said your wedding is tomorrow, is that true?" ask Rumi.

Nadia turned her body, her eyes looked puffy. "Yes, Mother. Mamak told you phone. Rumi's mom wants Nadia to come home tomorrow morning?" Nadia answered with an end to the request.

"Yes, it happens that Mbak Rumi and Mas Har want to visit Haikal Mbak Rumi's son at Babakan Ciwaringin boarding school in Cirebon Regency. In line with where you live? Mas Har has ordered a travel car, so you don't have to worry about going home tomorrow morning. Don't be sad. I'm sure you'll be happy" said Rumi replied to Nadia's question, comforting the girl and stroking her back.

"Well, Ma'am? Thank you, Ma'am," said Nadia a little relieved.

Rumi's mother nodded, then she left Nadia to meet her husband in the room.

Nadia had thought who exactly is the person who likes to complain about his activities to the family of young people who have been preaching him? Means all this time his life has been watching. Who exactly is her husband's candidate? Mamak said the young man had loved her for a long time, meaning Nadia already knew him. Could it be Radit? Because from the beginning of knowing the young man, it seems he did have feelings for Nadia. I don't know.

In the evening, Rasya came home late into the night. As he entered the living room, suddenly the lights in the room lit up.

"Rasya, you just got home at this hour, son?" reprimand Bu Nastiti who suddenly stood in front of the widower.

"The overtime issue corrects the student exam papers, Mom," Rasya replied uninspiredly.

"Why do you look so cute? You got a problem? Be seated! Talk to the mother," said Bu Nastiti who felt suspicious about the attitude of her firstborn.

Rasya also sat on the sofa in the middle room lazily. He rested his back on the couch. The view is blank towards the ceiling.

"What's up, Shay? Same story as Mom!" Ms. Nastiti was still trying to dig up something that her eldest son was still hiding.

Rasya exhaled slowly before starting to tell a story. "Tomorrow Nadia will marry the man of Mamak's choice who has beaten her, Mom," he said.

"What?!" Miss Nastiti looks surprised.

"Rasya had asked Mamak to cancel the sermon. Rasya promised to marry Nadia soon, but Mamak could not fulfill Rasya's request" Rasya said.

"This is what I've been afraid of all this time, yes. Time and again I ask you to propose to him, his you are even being wishy-washy. I think when you invited him to Tiara at that time to propose to him," Miss Nastiti even blamed Rasya's attitude, making Rasya instead of improving even more frustrated.

Regret is always late, if at the beginning it is called registration, wkwkwk. What to say? Rice has become porridge. Malang is unachievable, profit cannot be denied. Everything that happens to man has been outlined by the Almighty.

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