Your Uncle Is My Soul
Chapters. 5 Yellow Janur

"There's still no luggage, brother?" Asked Kamil who noticed Meylani's luggage which was only a backpack.

"Indeed, I did not return to Jakarta again so I have to transport all my goods" Mey explained.

Kamil chuckled at the words of his brother, "I don't mean that brother, it's just…," his speech was cut short because it almost said what his parents should have kept secret before Mey reached her home.

Mey rolled her eyes at her sister, "what's the matter?"

Kamil was misbehaved and panicked, as he was most unusual in lying especially with his brother, but for the sake of orders and prohibitions from his mother he was forced to agree to their request.

"The problem seems like we have to rush home before it rains," he said Kamil who had to cover up the truth.

Meylani immediately attached her sling bag while her backpack was taken over by Kamil. Mey was not at all suspicious of Kamil's strange gestures. The two of them immediately walked away from the Sultan Hassanudin Makassar international airport.

"Thank God I can control my lips not to tell the truth, hopefully until Mey's sister's house is not angry after knowing if she will get married, he said, but I had to run away before I was hit by brother's rampage" Kamil was careful in his attitude before being caught by Meylani of their grand plans.

Meylani occasionally checks her phone and looks at her phone screen whether there is a chat message from Bisma or if the message has been read. But, what he expected was not in line with his expectations.

"It's been almost a few days that Mas Bisma's phone number is off, what exactly happened to her, my chat message is still tick one, too" Mey repeatedly checked all of her social media Bisma but, uh, she said, the result is equally no recent activity carried out by Bhishma.

Instagram, FB whatever it is does not exist as if Bisma does not want to be touched by anyone. Mey had almost given up on the situation. Even in his little heart, he hoped that a miracle would happen.

Her thumb accidentally touched her phone app. He saw a new number that made a call with him yesterday, but he forgot who the owner of the phone number was.

"Am I save it so I can see whatshappnya there is usually a picture of him can be answered all my questions," murmured Mey who immediately did what crossed his mind.

Mey was quite surprised to see the owner of the phone number was a man, the most surprising thing for her was that the guy was similar to Bhishma when seen at a glance.

"It's because I miss the Bhishma mas so much that this man's face looks like my lover, but his face if I notice it's so much better than the Bhishma," mey's great-grandson who admired the man she didn't know.

Kamil who accidentally heard Mey's murmur immediately slowed down the speed of the vehicle.

"What's up, brother? Do you need anything?" Ask Kamil who is worried about Mey's condition.

Mey looked at Kamil, "it's okay, just look at the status of friends there is a funny thing," elak Meylani.

Kamil again increased the speed of his motorbike fearing he was stuck in traffic and rain fell. He forgot to bring a raincoat, because he was in a hurry.

A few minutes later, they had entered the location of the housing complex where their parents lived. Mey again made surprised and surprised to see his house there is already a yellow jan curved waving in front of his house.

Mey watched around her house, everywhere people were busy with their respective activities.

"Who wants to marry? There's no way Kamil is still in college who?" Mey circulated her views looking for the whereabouts of her brother Kamil because she wanted to ask about it which became a question.

"What family did you borrow Doraemon's magic door for? Just a few seconds you were gone" Mey stepped into her house.

The people who saw Mey's arrival only smiled and greeted Meylani's arrival. Until a woman wearing an unfamiliar hijab, greeted him with words that really made him jerk in shock with both eyes glaring so shocked to hear the words.

"Ehhh his bride-to-be has come home from Jakarta apparently, her future manten is very beautiful, a very harmonious couple," he praised the pink-veiled mothers.

"Wedding, you mean ma'am? I don't understand!" Mey was astonished and stuck in her place so confused with the intention of the mother.

Just about to ask, Mey's mother appeared from inside her house. In a hurry he welcomed the arrival of his only daughter as well as his eldest son.

"May! Have you reached my son, can't you just go straight into the house?" Ask Ms. Santi while looking intently at the mothers who had talked before with Mey.

Ms. Santi gave a code to mothers who are often called Bu Lia to immediately leave Mey's house. The mothers were very understanding with the sharp gaze of his subscription Bu Santi. Ms. Lia does not want to because of this her wo party is canceled by Miss Santi.

"I just ran away from here before I had a problem I didn't want,"

Ms. Santi pulled Meylani's hand towards the inside of her house by chance it was already evening before the magrib. Meysa who saw the arrival of her brother just fell silent, she did not want to mispronounce. They've all been wanted by Miss Santi to keep their mouths shut.

Mey took her hand off her mother's hand, "Mama, please explain to me what's really going on here, why there are so many people in our house, after all, our house is both designed like there will be a wedding," Mey wondered because she was very clueless about the situation and conditions that occurred.

Ms. Santi smiled shadyly at her eldest son," Mey yuk we sit there, son, Mama and your father will explain everything, but Mama asks you not to be this relaxed, son,don't get angry easily for wrinkles on your face, you know, "Santi tried to joke so that her daughter could calm down not ignited her emotions.

Mey also obeyed the words of her mother without any intention to oppose or reject her.

"Mother just tell him the truth, why even though it is covered in everything, sooner or later Mey will know all the truth if in three days she will get married" said Mr. Zulkarnain Karim.

Mey who just wanted to touch her buttocks on the black buludru sofa was not old, surprised to hear the words of her father.

"Me-ni-is her mak-sud a-pa?" Mey started to panic.

Mr. Zulkarnain was sitting next to his left, Miss Santi," the father had received a proposal from his schoolmate's son,three more days you're getting married so prepare yourself well that's all you need to do" Zulk added.

Mey reflexes stood up from her seat, "why father decided my marriage without saying first to me, whether I agree or not, this is not a game that dad just want to decide," Meylani explained.

Mr. Zulkarnain stared intensely at his first son, "Mey, remember what you decided this time no one has the right to interfere, oppose or reject him, it's the first time I've made a decision without telling you, what you've always wanted I've been following, is this time I'm asking you to follow my wishes you can't grant?" The truth, Mr. Zulk.

Ms. Santi stroked Mey's back with tenderness, "Mommy and Dad have never been against your life choices, just as your two sisters have always kept your word, so we ask you, son, Mama please follow the wishes that have been decided by the father for your good and future," persuaded Ms. Santi who tried to calm her daughter.

"Mom how do I accept while I have promised another man to accept his proposal, this is proof in my day if he will come to propose to me next year, my father begs you not to do this to me, I beg you to cancel my wedding plans," asked Mey, who was sobbing for her father's mercy.

"If the man you love and love comes to you tomorrow, dad can consider it but if until midnight tomorrow he doesn't come and you don't want to have to fulfill our request to marry Zaidan his friend's son father!" The truth is Mr. Zulkarnain.