TWENTY
SIDE STORY ~ PUPUT

"No Ma!"

"Why don't you want to? Your people also work holidays."

The puput seemed to bite his fingernails, a sign that he was looking for an alibi to avoid his mother's invitation. Living with his son for decades, how could he not know the movements of his son? Of course, his mother Puput knew that his daughter was looking for an excuse.

"Udah. You don't have to find excuses. Anyway tomorrow Sunday you come with Mama!

"Haish! Why mom anyway? Tumben took me to college. Usually also go together with complex mothers."

"It's a far place. That's why Mama asked for your anterin."

"Continue papa?"

"Papa ye also come, but one family goes along."

"Tumbens. It's ad-,"

"Well-lose! It's been. Anyway you're coming too. Don't ask too many questions. Mama's going to the room first, sleepy." And a second later the mama passed leaving the Puput who ate chips with his face still upset.

After his mother died, he then faced the single sofa where his father reigned. Like a king sitting on his throne. The difference is, this king is a hobby once eating shrimp crackers while watching a TV show that aired his favorite English league football match. Especially while sitting cross-legged, showing perfect pleasure. And the shadow about the king instantly disappeared as Puput found his papa scratching his distended belly.

"Pa.." whine Puput like a child who wants to be bought lollipops by his father.

"Udah. Tell me what your mom said. People are invited to harvest the reward do not want to." Brief, dense, clear, and slightly pinched the heart of the Lupus.

"Yes-yes. I'll come tomorrow." Stripping his feet, the pupils climbed one by one the stairs to his room. Don't forget to bring chips for backup in case he's hungry.

*****

His weekday....

"O Allah is Fade! You want to go to college, do you want to go to the mall anyway?" His mother Puput who had been waiting for her daughter in the car immediately got out of the car and scolded Puput for the last time.

"Yes to study is Ma. He said he should come. Wa-jib-kan." Intentionally Puput emphasized one last word.

"What kind of study do rich clothes wear?! I'm wearing tight jeans, just a doang jacket, and that's why the veil is only attached to the head?! Get changed again! Wear the same makeup as a real veil!"

"Yes-yes!" Although half-heartedly answered, but Puput still obeyed what his mother said.

"God! It could be high blood I have a child rule hard rich gini."

"Udah Ma's. Patience!" The father was seen coming out of the car and leaning next to the passenger door.

"Yes. Anyway, this plan should work. I have my only daughter but it's hard to tell. Maybe if her husband could pull it together."

"Mother."

The two old men seemed to smile meaningfully while looking like they were communicating inwardly. Puput who just came out with a neat appearance became confused himself to see the behavior of his mother and papa. But after he reprimanded, the two seemed to wave and chose to enter the car. The puput carried his shoulder indifferently. No wonder his parents sometimes like to behave strangely.

After a half-hour drive, the family's car arrived at the courtyard of the mosque which seemed to stand firm and majestic. Make every eye that looks feel amazed and mouth that never stops praising. Arriving inside it turns out that quite a lot has come when the event has not started. Lucky they are still ahead of the pretty front. And of course, with all persuasion Puput who told his mother to find a place near the wall. Especially the reason if not to lean and release fatigue. Thank you for falling asleep and waking up. The show is over. That's what Puput thought.

But not his mother Escape his name if you let Puput act as he wishes. So every puput began to sleepy both fingers of his mother ready to become an executioner who executed smooth thighs of the Mistress wrapped in a robe. Making Puput grimace in pain and disappear already his drowsiness replaced with his regret.

Then there was the sound of a microphone starting at the test, a sign that the event was about to begin. First the event began with the recitation of the holy verse of the Quran, then the opening, and finally the lecture event delivered by someone who was behind the covering cloth between men and women.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatulli wabarakatuh!" Deg. Instantly, Puput was stunned to hear the inner voice of the speaker. His voice was so sweet and soothing. Even the AC just lost cool with the voice of the young da'i who began to launch his lecture. How did Puput know that the speaker was young? Because of his voice. And Puput guessed that he was still less than thirty years old. If until the guess is right, it means that the person on the pulpit there is very great. At a young age, he has been entrusted to give his knowledge to many people who are even much older than him.

The sleepiness that was originally like there would be no end to teasing Luput disappeared for a while. Replacing with a feeling of calm and a comfortable soul listening to every word issued by the da'i. Her mother who was sitting next to her had a glance towards Puput for a moment. Her smile expanded slightly seeing her daughter so enjoying the lecture. It's not in vain that he's carrying the Puput.

An hour later...

"Ma, tomorrow-tomorrow if you want to come here take me again!" said Sita after they both sat on the terrace of the mosque, waiting for the papa to come out.

"Known it? Didn't you insist yesterday not want to come?" sindir the mama who made Puput smile embarrassed himself.

"Yes, the end is immediately there because it fits the lecture."

"Yes, tomorrow-tomorrow Mama take you."

"Eh, but the special da'i person was yes Ma. If the others I don't want to."

"Well, what is it?"

"Yes gapapa."

"Oh, Mama knows. Do you like it the same way?"

"Oh, no Ma! Meet the person, how would you like to try?" reply Puput. Also to like a da'i never crossed his mind.

"Hmm, so you want to meet the same person?"

"That's not Ma either. Udah ah, Puput males with Mama. Hobby of Puput godain."

"Uluh-ed! My darling lame song?" The mother pinched both cheeks as before when her daughter was a child.

"Duh! It's Ma! It hurts!"

Soon, they saw the man coming out of the man's door. But apparently not alone. Beside him was a young man with a tall stature and thinly-furnished while wearing a cocoa shirt talking. Admit it, that young man is very handsome. But Puput has not fallen in its charm. Because in his heart he has spoken a mantra that is none other than calling someone's name.

"Assalamualaikum Aunty!" greet the young man while kissing the back of his mother's palm Escape respectfully.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Oh my God, Fikri is now big huh? Even though it was still as much as you know, now it has been menggemorein aja aja high."

"This is my mom who knows so well? Who is this guy too? How did I never know I had such a handsome relative?" inner Luput full of question marks.

"Hehehe, yes Tan. Thank God for good health and growth."

"Yes, obviously, it was Ma. People can talk in front of so many people." The papa also joined in saying, making the puput increasingly scrunched his forehead. So he's here himself who doesn't know the handsome guy? Uh, Fikri?

And wait.

Puput repeated the papa recording a few seconds ago. A lecture? In front of a lot of people? What don't-don't...

"Oh yes Fik, this is someone who wants to meet you he said." The mama was busy nudging the arms of Puput, making him aware of his daydream.

"What the hell Ma. Who said that."

"Loh, don't you yourself want to meet da'i who was the lecture earlier huh? Yes, this is the man."

"Huh?" The mouth of Puput gaping perfectly, he did not think that the speaker had been like this. He knew no man was perfect, but for him a Fikri was already so perfect. Handsome, smart, religious.

The pupil immediately shook his head. He still remembered there was another heart he had to take care of.

"Why Put?"

"No Ma. I'm not doing anything."

"Oh yeah, you still remember the same Fikri not Put? He's Budhe Fatma's son. You used to play at home when you were little. Not inget?"

"Attent." My stomach seems to be thinking. Forcing his brain to search for the memory files his mother told him about. "Budhe Fatma is Mama's friend?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh I want to! Maybe he's a boy who likes to prank me first, right?" point at Puput by pointing his finger at Fikri's face.

"Oh, you remember the looks of it. Sorry yes! It was a small time, so yes like ignorant," said Fikri sincerely. Though Puput also not too much to dispute it, anyway children do like ignorant.

"Yes. That was a long time ago, too" replied Puput.

"Ekhm! Still want to talk here, what's going straight away?" The papa who had been silent made his voice. Makes me smile apologetically to my husband.

"depart? Where else are you going, Pa?"

"Yes to Fikri's house, where are you going?"

"Loh, kok-,"

"Wuih Puput seem very happy tuh. Yes, let's go!" take the mother while pulling the arms of the Escape towards their car. Followed by papa and also Fikri.

Fikri's car drove first splitting the streets of Malang City. Followed by the family car Puput. In the car is very noisy, radio beacons also the sound of protection from Puput blends perfectly. But his parents did not bother, they seemed to enjoy his son's annoyance. Free entertainment after tired of working they said.

*****

Soon two cars entered the parking lot of a house that was none other than the house owned by Fikri's parents. Entering inside, the brain of the puput then rotates the memory of his childhood memories first. Because he was often invited to go by his mother. One of them is in the house of Aunt Fatma.

Entering the living room they were greeted with smiles from Fatma and her husband. All greetings and blessings chatted casually in the family room. Because it does not understand the chat of the parents, also Fikri who is still bathing makes Puput choose to play his phone.

Until soon the mothers went to the kitchen to cook lunch, of course Puput followed them both. Cooking together while interspersed with laughter does not feel all the food menu is ready.

"Puput still likes tempeh penyet?" ask Fatma.

"Still Tan."

"He was from the origin of the material tempe want to be processed anything also doyan Fat," kelak mama Puput.

"Hmm, our son is still the same taste."

"Oh yes. Both are tempe lovers. Still remember they used to fight because of the seizure tempe mendoan." The laughter of the two mothers broke. Making the Puput even more embarrassed.

"Udah ah's. Pity your child if it continues. His face was already rich in boiled crab," said Fatma and Puput chose to leave them both in the kitchen by arranging food on the dining table.

When Puput will go out of the kitchen to the dining room, right in front of him there is Fikri who will enter the kitchen. Puput of course immediately jolted in shock and almost dropped the rice he brought if only Fikri did not take hold of it as well. Their hands both touched, like an electric shock to Puput. Immediately he took over the rice and placed it on the dining table while keeping his head down. His own carelessness.

Lunch is running full of joy. The meeting of two families who did not meet for a long time will certainly cause many stories. From work issues to offending their children.

"What age are you now?" ask Fatma's husband.

"Two five om, tomorrow's September."

"Oh that means less than three months. Fitting dong if the show is put together?"

"What do you mean, om?"

"Yes combined, your marriage is your birthday." The pupa scrunched his forehead.

"Who's wedding?"

"Yes you are the same Fikri, when you are the same om. Aunt Fatma is angry again."

"Hey?" This is Puput not dreaming, right? To test it then he immediately pinched his thigh which turned out to be painful. It means it's the real world.

"Ekhm, so gini son. Actually you are we match with son Fikri. Because we think your age is enough, you also seem to be compatible, and moreover we pre parents expect the best for you." His father Puput tried to give an explanation to his daughter.

"Why don't you talk to Puput?" whisper of Fog beside her mother's ear.

"Emm, can you think about Tan?" I hope so much that someone understands me.

"Can. Who will marry you, the decision depends entirely on you. But now it's up to you to put, because Auntie's son has agreed."

"Uhuk!!" The exfoliated who was drinking immediately choked and glared towards Fikri. What the fuck did he instantly accept without discussing it first with himself?

"M-thank Tan. Puput will think mature first," continued Puput gave his response final.

*****

"Mama does not mean you put. But if you accept this match, your mom will be very happy."

"It's meaningless, but the sentence is very clear his son wants to accept. Huh!" Puput is busy with his world of grunts.

"Where's Put? The sooner you answer the better. Let his family not late Aunt Fatma wait."

The pupil sighed, then looked into his mother's eyes. "OKAY. I accept." Looks like Puput will have to meet someone to understand the situation.

A person of two months filled his days. The one who tries is also his heart. Someone who is the place to lean. And that someone is Rian, Puput's girlfriend whom he has never introduced to his mom and dad.

He is currently in one of the fast food restaurants, dealing with someone who is waiting for his explanation. But from ten minutes ago, Puput was still silent while occasionally sipping his drink.

"Darling, what are you talking about?"

"Emm, so gini Yang. I'm gonna..." Again Puput hung his sentence.

"You what?"

"I want to marry someone else." The puput immediately explained it with one breath and with a fast tempo. Lucky Rian did not have a hearing loss, so he could still hear what Puput said.

"What's? You kidding?"

"I'm not kidding. I also don't know if it's suddenly set up that way."

"Keep why not refuse?"

"Cannot Yang. My parents are very rich and wish. And I realized that I had never been happy with my parents, maybe this was the way," said Puput a little desperate.

"Continue our relationship?"

"I don't know."

"Dear." Rian immediately grasped both hands of Puput. "Do you love her?" rian asked and got a headband from Puput.

"good. Let our relationship continue."

"You crazy? You told me to play behind her?" Puput is not thinking about Rian.

"You are not in love with him. Your love is the same as mine. So gini, try to make him feel like parting with you-'"

"Later to be dong's widow!" suhut Puput not accepted.

"There's me. I'll marry you after that." Puput seemed to think of an offer from Rian. In his heart he was still confused. The good side and the evil side argue with each other.

"Yes, that's it." And the evil side wins.

After talking to discuss their plans, it was time for Puput to return home. Remembering he was only permission until the afternoon of his exit. And whether this is a coincidence or how, again Puput will collide with someone when going out of the restaurant. The exact same incident at Aunt Fatma's house a few days ago, and miraculously with the same person.

"Snakes? You're here?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where does your hijab go? How not to wear it?" ask Fikri who thinks Puput is wearing a hijab because of their meeting in the last study, she does not know that the original figure of Puput who only wears a hijab if there is a certain event only.

"It's none of your business." After saying that he immediately left Fikri who was still confused beside the entrance.

*****

"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Puput bint Suherman with a dowry of a set of prayer tools and cash of ten million rupiah paid in cash!"

Puput still ringing with the voice of Fikri who loudly said Qabul on behalf of himself three days ago. She did not expect that she would get married so soon. With someone he never loved. Actually, Puput does not know why he still has not accepted Fikri, maybe because he met Rian first. So his love is already for his girlfriend, and again out there Rian is still faithfully waiting for her. Waiting for his widow means.

"You haven't cooked yet?" tanya Fikri approached Puput who was sitting pensively in the dining room. Just yesterday they moved to Fikri's new house, and Puput will start the action.

"I can't cook."

"Ohh. It's okay, let me cook." Fikri then walked into the kitchen and put on his apron.

Seeing Fikri who was busy struggling to cook breakfast for the two of them actually made Puput a little pity. But the shadow of Rian's face that flashed instantly strengthened his resolve again. This is what he planned. Thank goodness Fikri they were upset with him.

"It's done!" Half an hour Puput waited while playing mobile phone, finally Fikri had finished finishing his cooking.

They both ate very well. No one starts a conversation first. Until finally Fikri looking for topics to be closer to his wife. He knew that Puput had not fully accepted this marriage. But he also would not give up on breaking the heart of Fog and accept this marriage.

"How's it feel? Not delicious?"

"Lumayan," short while carrying dirty dishes to the sink.

"Alhamdulillah if that's it." Then Fikri stood up to Puput who was going to wash the dishes.

"Let me alone," said Fikri taking over the sponge to wash dishes from Puput's hands. And shamelessly, Puput immediately handed it over without any intention of stopping Fikri. Then he walked to the room. A good start to being a bad wife.

It has been a month of their marriage and Puput is still faithful with his attitude of ketus and cuek. Even this week he has never performed duties like a wife in general. Cooking is Fikri's job, sweeping and mopping she calls the services of an online janitor, and even washing clothes she chose to deliver them to the laundry. And amazingly again, there was not a look of annoyance from the face of Fikri. He was very patient as well as smiling to understand, and that made Puput upset because Fikri was not affected by his plan.

"Mas. I'm going out" said Puput because Fikri was at home. If Fikri is not there, he just came out. The goal is to meet Rian.

"Aren't you wearing a headscarf anymore?" fikri asked looking at his wife's appearance.

"Outside the heat Mas. Later rage."

Again Fikri smiled and approached Puput who was standing next to the door of the house. "Yes, but next time wear it? Isn't it nice to be dressed up? So his skin wasn't exposed to direct sunlight."

"Hm."

"Then you be careful on the road!"

Cup.

A sweet peck landed on the forehead of Puput. It warms up, and its heart feels like a marathon. He has often been treated sweetly by Fikri. And that very moment between his heart and mind collided. Between accepting Fikri, or expecting Rian.

"Yes. I'm leaving! Assalamualaikum!" Hastily the Farts went from before Fikri to hide his blushing face.

*****

In the garden Puput already promised to meet with Rian. The two chose to spend time together eating ice cream together while looking at the crowded streets.

"Where is your husband?"

"Still no response. Sometimes I'm confused, does he have a sense of annoyance, right? Smile every day."

"Hmm, maybe you should put in even more effort. Remember, there is me who is always waiting for you," said Rian full of affection while wiping the top of the head of the Escape.

The sunny afternoon suddenly turned cloudy. Nature seems to show a dislike for what the two lovebirds do. The cold instantly enveloped. People who were originally carefree to enjoy the atmosphere of the park immediately ran around looking for a shady place because the rain spots had fallen. Similarly, Puput and Rian who took shelter in front of a store.

"Now the weather is unpredictable. Though it was bright, now it suddenly rained," said Puput who was busy wiping his cold arm. This way he suddenly remembered Fikri who told him to dress in a closed dress, it would be that he would feel warm.

"Sorry yes! I don't have a jacket. So you can't get your angelin."

"It's not papa."

Soon Puput's phone rang, showing Fikri's contact on the phone. As if understanding, Rian immediately kept silent. For two minutes on the phone, Puput only answered yes and no. Making Fikri unable to deduce what they were discussing.

"Well, this is done Mas Fikri wants to pick me up," said Puput as if to signal Rian away.

"Yes. Then I wait in front of the store next door. You're fine waiting here huh!"

"Yes." Yeah."

About ten minutes of waiting was already seen Fikri's car from a distance. Without wasting any time, Puput immediately entered as it was no longer strong with the cold outside. When they got home, Puput immediately threw himself into the bed and covered himself who was still cold.

At night, Puput found himself sweating. But he felt cold. Maybe he got in the wind? Fikri who had just returned from the mosque after praying isya directly approached Puput who looked shivering. He held his forehead to check his body temperature.

"Oh God! You're so hot. What have you eaten yet?" Puput.

"Well, I took all the food and medicine." As quickly as lightning Fikri took warm water, fever medicine, also a bucket of warm water and cloth to compress the forehead of the Eardrop.

With painstakingly Fikri feed Puput even though Puput himself refused to eat because it tastes bitter, then drink the medicine, blanket it, to stay up late to continue to replace the cloth that compresses the forehead Puput.

The sunlight that slowly entered the room made Puput wake up from his sleep. His body has improved a lot more than last night. And when he was about to wake up, then he realized that his arms felt heavy. He saw Fikri who fell asleep with a position still sitting on the floor and made the arms of the Escape as the pedestal of his head. Seeing that a drop of tear fell from the eyes of the Frogs. She felt very guilty and sinful for betraying her husband.

"Why are you so good?" tanyanya.

He was shocked when Fikri suddenly woke up. Maybe because of his small movements also an uncomfortable position that makes Fikri quickly wake up.

"Who? Why are you crying? Does it still hurt?" ask Fikri attentively which even makes Puput cry hysterically.

Carefully Fikri tried to hug his wife. After feeling that Puput did not refuse, then he tightened his embrace and occasionally rubbed the back of the quivering Luput.

"Mas, sorry! Sorry me! I have sinned a lot with you," he said between sobs.

"Yes. I'm sorry, it's just a matter of housewives' duties that can still be learned later."

Puput shook his head, then looked at Fikri's bead of eyes. "No. My mistake on this one may not be forgiven."

"What indeed? God willing I will forgive you."

"I'm still in touch with my ex-boyfriend" he said, looking down.

Fikri who heard that was clearly shocked. But as much as possible he overcame his anger. "Are you going to keep doing that?"

Puput shook quickly. "No! I no longer want to sin with you. I've had enough time to be an ungodly wife."

Fikri then grabbed the face of Puput to look at him again. " Then I forgive you, because you have a desire to change. And again, I know that all this feels heavy and shocking to you. Maybe I'm not the guy you've been craving for, but-,"

"No. You are the man I've been looking for. I was stupid and I realized it too late. And now I've accepted this marriage. Thank you for being patient with me," said Puput sincerely and given a hug by Fikri.

"Alhamdulillah. You can finally accept this marriage. Then let the past pass. Now we're trying to open a new leaf."

"Hmm, yes."

"And now I confess that I love you."

"I am too." Puput nods in Fikri's arms. "I love you too. Very." Very."