The Door of Destiny Removing Single
Episodes 10

WHEN MARRIED?

Sunday Morning. I accidentally woke up at 08:00 and I just woke up and then took a shower. I immediately went down to the kitchen to see my mother, who turned out that breakfast was available. My mom was great.

“Breakfast first De”, my mother thrusting dishes. I enthusiastically accept it. I saw my mother preparing a clear vegetable breakfast complete with tempeh and crackers. I eat with gourmand.

“The father had left earlier this morning, picked up by Mas Arga”, my mother explained. I just remembered, today there was a family gathering at my sister-in-law's house. I smell a negative aura here. Must be the main agenda of the matchmaking event. And I'm the main target.

“But not to come?”, just pretend.

“Kan mom waited for you De, the show is still at 10 later so there is still time to get ready. After breakfast, you get ready ya”, my mother said without giving any other offers.

If there is a choice of overtime on Sunday until midnight, I will definitely take it. Instead of having to attend this boring family event. You can be sure the groove will run later in that way. Matchmaking. Marriage and Matchmaking. We singles, are easy targets. For 3 years I have been the defending champion. Survive as singles who are used as mockery, or rather in bully. Actually, this monthly event that I have been able to avoid for the past 3 months, but this time I have no reason. I surrendered.

Intentionally I dandan linger, so that when it gets there, the event buyarrr. Imaged in my mind, how they will bully me, it could be Sania and Indra. Because it is me and my two cousins who are currently single. Safe at least, I'm not alone, even though I'm the defending champion. It occurred to me to take Zaky along, but is it possible that he would be willing? Let's not assume this is just a silly event.

At 09:45, my mother and I left. This time I deliberately drove my father's car, I mean I can reason to get stuck on the road. When the show opens. He he's. Evil ideas always appear when pressed.

Looks like Goddess Fortuna is siding with me, the streets are jammed. Yesss. I make sure the trip that should take 30 minutes, it could be up to 1 hour more. This is just perfect. My mother's kulirik looks agitated. I just smiled to see it.

“Know gini, we use aja motor yes De”, said my mother while busy replying to messages on her phone, apparently from earlier my brother who contacted.

“And pity ibuk,, hot-hot gini”, I replied seriously. I was intentionally. Forgive your flower this is buk.

At 11:15 we arrived. Yess, I just simply listen to the chatter of the “rule of family” about 1 hour ahead. After that, buyaarr. Well, this event was agreed to have been completed at 12:00, because my first brother had to return to Surabaya immediately, since marriage she chose to live with her husband in the hero city.

I deliberately parked my car in the outermost order, so it was easy to escape, he he.

My mother asked me to get off first, my reason is because I need time to park my vehicle. Understandably, I am also not very good at driving. The perfect reason.

I took a picture of my family's car before entering the room. My conversation with Zaky annti tonight. He should know, this event is also a threat to our relationship. More precisely me. Which must be eroded every month just by this jombloku status. And that's because he didn't marry me.

“Dea...., you are aunty son Early yes?,” someone foreign to me greeted from behind a white car parked not far from my car. The man held out his hand. I hesitated to welcome his hand.

“Eh yes, sorry who ya”?, ask me because I really do not know this person. If she was in my extended family, I would know her. Did the 3-month absence make me miss the news?

“Giovani, you can call me Gio. I'm her friend's sister your sister, Ms. Bella”, she quickly responded to my confusion

“That's so bad Dea came”, Mb Ersya my sister-in-law welcomed my arrival. I just smiled and cheered into the kitchen to avoid the threat of the magic words of the netizens. You know what is the most terrible of the sentences that are always thrown at us jumbos.

WHEN MATING????? !!!!!!!

Arriving in the kitchen, I was like hit by a zonk. Budhe Rahayu, Budhe Susi and her pregnant daughter Maya are there. They're the culprits. Budhe Rahayu is my father's sister-in-law and Budhe Susi my mother's cousin. The show begins.

“Hai mbak Dea, new dateng?”, Maya starts episode 1 while deliberately showing her distended stomach.

“Heem, got stuck sih”, I replied while turning my brain to find the sense to get away. It felt like I was in a room with them.

“When did you follow Maya?”, the second attack from Budhe Susi was launched. I expected it, but I have a way of twitching.

“Wire donk Budhe, if suddenly soared gitu”, I replied with a faint smile.

Budhe Susi with a grin, pinched my arm. I'm trying to avoid. However he is the one I should respect, so as polite as possible I serve them. Even if, tired of it. Sometimes they have no tolerance.

“When do you want to marry? It's not like you've been on the road for a long time with his son P. That solar. Do not long ago ntar your old man,” Budhe Rahayu turn to give feedback. Dead me, this time it feels mak jleb.

“Doain aja budhe, insylh kalo Budhe Rahayu whose angel prayer directly gercep. He he.. I chuckled”, it's cool how I dodge. Meskpiun nyeseg too. I don't know until when the spiciness of these scissors will continue to torment me. I pretended to be busy looking for a drink, until finally Mas Candra came to inspire me.

“You're here De, sought after Sister Bella tuh”, Mas Candra saved me. Behind him followed his wife Mb Ersya, giving the code so that I immediately leave the kitchen. Thank goodness I have an amazing sister. Not waiting for long, I fled towards the living room. There I joined my extended family.

This time I survived, because as soon as I entered the living room, it turned out to have been a joint prayer event. Thankfully, I rushed to the car, followed by my parents. We're home. I took the time to send Zaky a message. The photo I had taken at the time of thought, also at the time of prayer together, I sent to Zaky. Coded. May he be sensitive, so that at future meetings I do not have to worry anymore to get questions

“WHEN MATING??? !!!!!!”