Turns out I love
Part 1 - Second Child

"Dance, wakeup. The dawn prayer has been since, but you have not yet woken up. Pamali's daughter knows wake up in the afternoon ."

My mother always rambled that until I had not woken up to fulfill my duty as a Muslim.

I decided to close my eyes in five minutes, but my alarm went off.

"Dance, if you don't want to get up. Mama guyur you will." Shouted mama again who seemed to be watching the dawn lecture broadcast.

Than to have to hear mom's screams again. I finally decided to get out of bed with my eyes still very tight. Perhaps due to the disruption of syaiton, Aaah basic human if lazy even turn invisible creature that.

I went into the bathroom and then went straight to the small mosque that Papa purposely built for family congregation prayer.

After I finished performing the morning prayer and stepped out of the mosque, the plan will return to enjoy the sleeping flowers that had stopped.

"Dance, help me make breakfast. Even though it's Saturday, you should still get up early. Later when he woke up in the afternoon his spare was pegged by a chicken."

The first lady began to express her aspirations again. As an exemplary child I finally followed my mother's orders to help her in the kitchen.

I am the second of two children. I am also the youngest grandson of my father's family. Abah that's what our Grandpa calls for, having an average grandchild is a boy. My brother is also a boy. He's a very good basketball player. That's why he's tall and I'm not so tall.

I in the family have a unique nickname according to my 'wrinkled' posture because I am the shortest among those who have a large high posture.

"Hallo, Liliput."

My brother Ali used to mock us every time we passed each other.

"No need to keep her sister. I'll have a girlfriend like I'm her posture just know the taste." I also hinted to mock him.

Our habits are so, but we are a family that rarely bickers about anything. Yes there is an occasional, just not prolonged, and not made complicated.

"Dek, the horrors said temen you there are beautiful huh?" asked Ali while we were at the dinner table.

"Who? Beauitiful? what's her beauty after me?" I also mocked Kak Ali.

"You're the standard beauty."

Ali underestimated my beauty. Everyone often praised the beauty of my face.

They always said I was as pretty as Mama. I admit that my mother is very beautiful.

Papa came out of the bathroom and joined us all at the dinner table.

Mom as a wife prepares breakfast for papa. Mama had always separated food for the man she married twenty-four years ago.

She said, If you already have a husband, separate the cuisine for the husband first. The rest will be provided at the dinner table for other children or families. Because it is not appropriate if the husband eats sideline or used stirred'. That is the custom in our family. Men are kings who must be served well and perhaps in other families as well.

Finish with a breakfast ritual. I also wash the dirty dishes we ate. While Mama and Papa were in the front room chatting lightly.

I tried to eavesdrop on my parents' conversations. My butterflies are very sharp. While I was asleep I could still hear people's conversations or sounds like the door was closed and open.

I heard about Abah's friend who was coming to visit. However, the rest of me did not really hear clearly the conversation of my parents.

"Eavesdropping continues."

"Biarin ajah, really complicated. My ears," my sewot.

Get ready with dish washing. I also joined my parents. When I got there my mom and dad finished talking. I was very curious about what they were talking about.

"Tari, this afternoon we will go to Abah's house. You're ready not to wear shabby clothes. Put on a nice shirt." Mama looked at me.

I don't understand why my mom suddenly told me to wear nice clothes. We usually go to Abah's house with ordinary clothes. Unlike when going to the Mall that must wear good clothes for all the tableau.

"Tari, you're with mom, you're not talking?" Mom started to sound sewot.

"Dad, Dari denger kok Mah. Why the hell? 'do you usually wear regular clothes to Abah's house?" ask me who is curious.

"There was a family of Abah's friends who wanted to come. Yes, if we wear regular clothes, it's not worth it, Tar."

Now I understand that the conversation I heard was going to happen today.

Abah's friend will be at her house this afternoon and my family will be at the meeting. Maybe they want silahturahmi. yes usually parents and grandparents will show off their daughter's son or grandchild to guests who come.

"Dad, I'm wearing nice clothes." I rolled my eyes at my mom to tease the woman who had sounded sewot to me.

"Mama's son is a big adult. It's fitting to be married."

The deg! My heart stopped for a moment after hearing my mother's words.

"Well, I'm only twenty-one years old and I haven't graduated from college yet." My protest that I do not accept with my mother's words.

"Your mother just spoke from the beginning. The shower is still getting ready. We'll leave at ten."

Dad asked me to get ready. I still feel upset because of what my mom said. I'm not ready to get married yet. I already have a boyfriend and he would not agree if he married young.

I took a towel that was dried on the bamboo hanging between the walls of the house. Enter the bathroom after reading the prayer.

As long as I'm in the bathroom. This thought is still fixed with the words of the mother earlier. Yes actually need not be thought about however, keep thinking.

Fear will be betrothed like my other family comes to me at all times.

My family is married on average after being married. Their lives are very harmonious. Some even have four children. I know love can grow over time, but should all family members be betrothed?

I stopped my thoughts and hurried to finish the bath because Kak Ali had been screaming for quite some time.

"Dad in a minute, brush your teeth again."

I gargle and immediately wrap a towel to cover some of my sensitive body.

"But long bath. Shower what sleep."

Ali grumbled before entering the bathroom.

That's how a sister is if you have an older brother. Always the subject of their bullying.