Turns out I love
Part 8 - Tone of Speech

I left the man who did not have that stance. That guy sucks for me. He didn't want to get married, but he got married to me.

Already so he tried to negotiate with me by making a marriage contract.

"He's the weirdest guy I've ever met."

I got into the online taxi I ordered. While in the taxi, I was constantly bemoaning the man I had met.

"Mama could have married me to a man like that" I said, muttering alone in the car.

Maybe the taxi driver felt weird. Because there's a girl talking alone.

I watch the road. I can only be alone right now. I don't know who to talk to. Everyone wanted me to marry that man.

Twenty minutes have been the trip I took using an online taxi.

"Thank you, sir."

I'm handing you a green piece of money. The driver accepted and returned to the car.

I got to the front of the house and opened the door.

"Where did you end up?" ask Mama who has returned from selling.

"After meeting. I went into the room first."

I pulled the door handle and entered the room. I threw away my bag just like that until I hit the wall. Then I lay my body on the bed.

Today was quite exhausting for me. Arguing at length with a man who does not have a stand is really draining emotions and energy.

"Look at. I will never marry you!"

I clenched my hand in the air imagining I was punching the man in the face.

A man should have a firm attitude. That man is a leader. Priest in the family. It should have principles and firmness towards himself and also the people around him.

"So, you're a really soft guy." I folded my hands and curled up on the bed.

My eyes are getting heavier. I finally chose to close my eyes for a moment before lunch time came.

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Adhan dawn reverberate. I who heard it in my half-consciousness began to awaken.

I stretched my whole body. I then went down the bed. I wear the sandals I used to wear for ablution.

I opened the door and heard Mama talking to someone.

I peeked into the front of the living room. I saw who was talking to my mom.

I cut my own mouth. It was the guy I met at the cafe. He went to see my mom and it seemed to be full of conspiracies.

I turned my body around and walked around so as not to be caught by them.

"Dance."

Turns out I failed. My mother knows my existence.

I immediately changed my position again. I walked towards the living room. This time I saw clearly the face of the man I had just peeked at behind the wall.

"Dance, it looks like Kenzi wants to talk to you."

"Dance to pray first, Mah." I walked away from the living room.

I heard from a distance my mother apologizing for my unwise attitude.

"Why should you apologize?" I muttered while opening the bathroom door.

I opened the bathroom faucet and prepared to take ablution. Adzan Zuhur was already reverberating twenty minutes ago. I do not want to delay prayer.

I finished praying and went to the kitchen because I was hungry. I also tried to avoid the two people who were talking in the living room.

I scooped up the rice and picked up some side dishes. I went into the room. I usually eat at the dining table in the kitchen. To avoid mama and Kenzie.

During the meal I kept an eye on Kenzie. I don't see him getting up from his seat.

A sense of rage began to lodge in my heart. I didn't expect the man to have such high persistence.

"It turns out you're pretty strong too. How can I avoid it?"

I thought as I continued to chew the food that had landed inside my mouth.

I heard vaguely what Mama was talking about with Kenzie. I hope the man gets home soon.

Sis Ali will be home soon. If he had gone home, their conversation would have been longer. Moreover, men meet with men, of course, they will connect when chatting even though the chatter is ngalor ngidul.

"Then I say goodbye, Auntie. I'll have time to come back."

Sounds like Kenzie is saying goodbye. My heart feels so happy. Pucuk loved ulam also arrived. That may be a suitable language for now. Looking forward to the departure of the man who almost made my emotions explode today.

"I'm taro plates first, ah. That Abis I want to call Doni."

I grabbed the plate and took it out of the room.

"Well."

I screamed in surprise. My mother was standing at the door of my room. My mom was waiting for me to leave the room. And I'll get a lecture for sure after this.

"Dance, why do you keep avoiding Kenzie?"

Mama immediately raised her tone by an octave. Maman used to wear that tone just to wake me up when the dawn prayer was already reverberating. Now because of that man, mama raised her tone to me as she spoke.

"Well, Tari'kan said. Dance did not want to marry him. Dance doesn't want to be betrothed."

I returned to express my heart. It's just that maybe mom won't accept this rejection.

"Dance, mama knows. I understand why you don't want to marry her. Maybe you like other men and think it's not time to get married. Know Dance. The parents' concern for his daughter is huge."

Mom and I were still standing in the doorway arguing.

"Dance, you must have heard. The woman has a stomach. So don't fuck around. Better to get married through the front door than marry through the back door."

Mama continued her words.

"Well, Dance understands. Dance also will not do anything beyond limits. Dance knows yourself. Dance is the woman who must keep honor."

I know what Mom meant. I also know very well how much they worry about me. Their affection makes them want to always look after and protect me, but I also have a choice for my life. I also want to live according to what I have in mind. I designed everything. I'm just trying to figure out how to make everything happen one by one.

I want to marry a simple, but elegant, event. I want to marry a man who loves me and I love him. Marriage should have something called reciprocating. If only one is called love clap one hand. What if the two are not in love? How will life go in harmony?