Tsunami Wedding
2. Not Saturday, Not Sunday

The most frequently avoided questions, questions that raise emotions, and questions that make Khadijah's mood turn into a monster. Why should uncle ask? If only it was someone else - Malik for example, he had beaten it all out since then.

"If not Saturday then Sunday" replied Khadijah.

"If asked the right parents, he replied," Malik chirped that suddenly appeared.

Khadijah said his mouth, "Between the 1st to the 31st, Uncle. Or between one month and 12 months," Khadijah still joked to his uncle and aunt.

"You're!" Ms. Markonah chuckled at her, "Baunt dear nian is with you, Jah. You are a good, smart, good and cheerful child. Aunty sure whoever your husband is he will be lucky to have a wife like you" added Ms. Markonah.

"Aamiin's."

"But the long ears are rich in elephants" said Malik.

"You can't do that, Lik. Or are you the only one who became her husband Colored, how? Instead of busy looking for a girlfriend who does not know his origin, mending the same Colored alone." Said Mr. Anto, Khadijah's uncle.

"Relieve it!" Both of them at the same time.

Khadijah was saying goodbye because the clock has shown at eight in the morning, while the shop will open at half-nine. Khadija and Malik never get along, they just keep reciprocating with each other like cats and rats.

Khadijah is a village flower girl, but no man can conquer her heart. As with Malik, his good looks make many women fall in love. Unfortunately, he used it to play them. In one week, I don't know how many women are on her date. He did not even hesitate to kiss the woman despite the absence of a relationship between them.

"Why are you, Nduk?" The store owner apparently noticed the movements of Khadijah who had been daydreaming a lot.

"Eh, Mother ... No pa-pa, ma'am."

"Is there something you're thinking about?"

"What's the look, Mom?"

The store owner immediately chuckled, "Dijah ... Column ... You're funny nian," while shaking his head. "You've been working here for three years, I've considered you a mother's child, meaning the sign is that I've been memorized by all the facial expressions of you."

Khadijah can only smile to respond to him, there is no way he told that he was in a match with his own cousin. Although impressed joking, he knew if his uncle and aunt talked seriously earlier.

"Well, you really don't want to be with Mom's son? Farhan's a good boy, you can judge for yourself every day to see him."

"Sorry, Mom. Marriage is not a matter of playfulness, it is witnessed directly by God. Sejah feared that the Colonized are not ready to marry, then the colonized even in anger with God."

The middle-aged woman smiled, "Yowes, don't think about it. Mom was just nanya doang. Oh yes, I went to the market first yes, did not cook just because the supplies ran out."

"Yes, Mom ..."

***

Night had arrived, Khadijah had just arrived home. He was stunned because there was already his uncle and aunt there. Once again his fear returned, he hoped that his uncle and aunt would not discuss the matter again. The request of uncle and aunt may be denied, but if the request comes out of the mouth of his parents, he somehow responds later.

"Acasino'aikum ..."

"Maroshaaikumsalam ..." All eyes were on him.

"There's an Uncle and Aunt apparently, colonized shower first yeah ..."

"Uncle Aunt wants to go home, Jah ..."

"Hurry up" said Khadijah.

"Yes, you want to talk to Malik. Yes, yes, yes, everything ... Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

They also drove Bu Markonah and Mr. Anto forward until they were not seen again. After that, Khadijah went into the room. However, as he held the door hinge, his father called out to him. "Used!"

"Yes, Bah ..."

"Don't take a long shower, Abah wants to talk to you."

"Good, Bah ..."

'Kyaaa! How is this, God?' Shouted Khadijah in his heart.