The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
CHAPTER 11: The Dilemma.

This morning, the Bagas residence was already crowded with people. Some of them were Bagas' relatives, and some were close neighbors. In the kitchen and the living room, the mothers are seen clustered, creating a subtle noise, like the hum of a bee. While the gentlemen, chatted casually in the living room.

All corners of the house have been neatly arranged and beautifully decorated. Today may be a happy day for Bagas and Mayang, but not for Mesha. He was still sitting in front of the mirror with a sour face. His finger played a beaded bracelet that was still attached to his wrist.

Mesha repeatedly took a deep breath. Sometimes he looks at his reflection in the mirror. Over time, he drifted in his daydream. In fact, the sound of knocking on the door of his room he did not hear.

"Why is it still that chaotic?"

His mother's voice, Mayang, broke his daydream.

"It's only tonight, ma'am, '" replied Mesha lazily.

"Don't that to, Nduk .. that you know, guests have also come, found there first."

Mesha stood up, without replying to his mother again. Although it was hard for him, he just felt, like this was his way of being devoted to his mother, following her orders and obeying all her words.

Mayang caught the expression of his daughter's reluctance. He knew, he memorized exactly how the girl was customary. Mayang approached Mesha, grabbed his hand in his grasp, and patted slowly.

"Mom know, this isn't easy for you, Nduk. But how else, your father has promised the same Mr. Wiryawan. Ndak kudeng it feels to refuse. If the problem of feeling, later can also appear as time goes by. Le Giyan will be good, pinter, I'm sure, you will also be in the thick of it," Mayang said with a smile.

Mesha just looked at his mother with a hollow feeling. Trying to smile, not the smile he showed but the ringing. Mayang laughed at his daughter.

"Here, take a shower first, wear neat clothes, keep out of the room, don't keep going!"

Mesha nodded as Mayang turned around.

"Mom, can I invite my friend, Zafia?" ask Mesha.

Mayang turned his face and replied, "Sure!"

Mesha pulls out Giyan's cell phone to send a message to Zafia, asking her to come.

"May, what's the show, Sha?"

"Occording, Fi ...."

After replying to Zafia's message, Mesha grabbed her towel and headed to the bathroom. He passed by some people who greeted him, he replied with a smile.

After tying up her hair, and polishing her thin face with a brush of powder, Mesha came out of the room. A gentle pat on his shoulder, made him aghast.

"Shock me, Fi! Kirain who ..." said Mesha while stroking his chest.

"Who else is it?" goda Zafia's.

"Let's sit down, come on!" Mesha dragged his best friend to sit in a rather quiet place.

"I've met your father, in front of you, tell me to go straight in. I'm keeping your mother, where?" ask Zafia after sitting down.

Mesha spread his gaze looking for his mother. Moments later, he saw his mother talking to someone, then looked at her.

"Tuh, mother there, Fi," Mesha explained as he pointed with a gesture of his head movement. On the other hand, Mayang walked up to the two girls. Zafia stood up, greeted and kissed the back of Mayang's hand respectfully.

"New dateng, Nduk?"

"Yes, Bude. Is there anything Fia can help you with here?"

"Ah, that. You are Mesha, nothing. Anyway don't hesitate, Nduk."

"Siaaapp, Bude."

"Yes, bude ahead first," concluded Mayang.

Zafia stared fixedly at the face of her best friend who was sitting pensively in front of her.

"Are you sure, Sha?" zafia asked with a lowered voice. Mesha nodded, though a little hesitant. Mesha sighed.

"See .. I'm not sure yet, if this is the right decision for me, Fi ...."

Zafia could only gently wipe the shoulders of her best friend, trying to flow moral support through her hands.

"Jeez ... just want a proposal already beautiful like this, let alone later on the wedding, Sha? Pangling me!" fia said with her admiration. Mesha smiled knot.

After wearing a specially sewn kebaya in his subscription tailor, Mesha's appearance looks even more stunning.

Bagas watched his daughter from a distance, he was happy to see that she had grown up and was really beautiful.

"Father just wants you to live a comfortable and happy life, Nduk. That's it," said Bagas lirih, from where he stood.

In the evening, the Wiryawan family group came, after the welcoming event, the Wiryawan family was welcome to enter. Mesha was already sitting in the living room flanked by his parents. Giyan was amazed to see the appearance of Mesha wrapped in kebaya.

"Sister, it's his eyes that want to jump out!" goda Grisa to Giyan, her brother.

"What the hell, Dek?" argue Giyan shyly. Grisa covered her giggling mouth.

The application event takes place solemnly. A round of applause was heard as Wiryawan's mother represented her son, Giyan, putting a ring on Mesha's finger. And vice versa, Mayang put a ring on Giyan's finger.

After the audience returned to their respective homes, the application event ended with mutual relations between families, determining the date of the wedding. Incidentally, among the relatives of Wiryawan, there was a man who understood to calculate the date well based on the Javanese almanac. Things that are commonly done in every Java community determine the date of marriage.

"It seems, this year there are only two good days for marriage, based on the calculations of the Javanese almanac. The first day falls on the fifteenth day of the month, and the second day six months later, monggo, want to choose which one.." he said.

"Giyan will go abroad next month, about twenty more days. Means, we can take the fifteenth day of this month alone," said Wiryawan.

"But, Mr. Wir .. isn't it too hasty to prepare?" stir Bagas.

"Oh, that problem, take it easy, Mr. Bagas, let me and Jeng Mayang set it up. How's it?" cut Maryam, the wife of Wiryawan.

Mayang and Bagas nodded in agreement.

"Then, what do you think, Le? Giyan?" wiryawan asked softly to his son.

"Gi nurut the same Father, Gi will also help all preparations, will Gi who wants to marry too, sir," replied Giyan with a smile.

"Kalo Genduk Mesha, how is it?"

Mesha who was daritadi just lowered his head, started to raise his head slowly. All eyes were now staring at him.

"Mesha manut .." answered Mesha with a trembling voice.

Wiryawan smiled with relief.

"It's good that way, so, everybody agrees, right? The wedding date is two weeks away, starting tomorrow, my family, will start preparing as necessary. Including the visa and passport to nduk Mesha abroad accompany Giyan."

"So much is my family, sir," Bagas said.

"Yes yes .. do not forget, tomorrow the necessary documents, immediately prepared. Later let my people take care of it," said Wiryawan again.

After the ceremony was finished, the group of Wiryawan say goodbye. Giyan was still looking at his future wife. He was in love with that girl, somehow.

After releasing the Wiryawan family home, and everyone returned to their homes. Mesha sat leaning back in the living room, he felt tired. Mayang walked over and sat down next to Mesha.

"Do you still mind, Nduk?"

Mesha was aghast, then turned his face, looking at Mayang.

"I'm sorry mom, Nduk," said Mayang again.

Mesha smiled, trying to comfort his mother.

"Echa's just tired, Mom."

"Yes, rest there."

Mesha walked into his room. After changing his clothes, he washed his face in the bathroom to remove the remnants of makeup. He sat back in front of the mirror. Again he looked at the reflection of his face in the mirror. I don't know since when, clear circles fell from the end of his eyes.

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