Why marry me, Gus?
chapter 8

I stirred the warm tea glass with a blank look in the morning. There were so many things swirling around in my head that it made me even more fun to daydream alone.

Huda's arrival last night seemed to have a big impact on my parents' impression of him. Looks like both of my parents liked Huda more and more. I think Huda made my parents more sure that he was the right daughter-in-law and the perfect figure, without blame.

"It can't be abandoned!" I muttered with a burning spirit. "I just have to find a way to make Huda not like you anymore!"

Yeah, kind of nasty, anyway. But if I can make my parents not like Huda, I can definitely cancel the marriage easily.

This is the easiest way to reject a proposal from Huda. I have to focus on finding a way, how so that the same Father Mother hates Huda.

Anyway I can't just let Huda find face directly in front of the same Father Mother. Anyway, the same father Mother can not like Huda anymore!

I need Huda's weakness to bring the man down. Everyone has flaws. Everyone has weaknesses. Everyone has something bad they hide. If only Huda had a dark past or one ugly trait, I could definitely use it to change my parents' views of Huda.

"Huda is only human. There is no way he has no shortage! Maybe he's an ex-con, or he likes to hit it when he's angry. If I can lure him out of his bad temper, I can definitely escape this wedding plan!"

I put the bike on the highway and drove around looking for ideas. I have to dig up more information about Huda. But unfortunately I don't know where to start. I don't know Huda at all, and I don't know where to find information about him.

Unknowingly, I drove my bike to my brother's house, '' Musda said. For now, I should try to find support.

Both of my parents obviously preferred Huda and urged me to get married. This time, I have to find someone who will side with me and oppose my marriage to Huda.

"Musta will definitely support me!" I muttered expectantly to my beloved brother.

Finally I arrived at the house where Ma'am Musda lived with his small family. I took off my helmet and ran to my sister's door.

"Mr? Is anyone home?" I knocked on my brother's door and made a scene.

Shortly after, a young woman appeared from behind the door and greeted me with a jewel in her ear. "Don't make a fuss here! The judge's sleeping!" mrs Musta's nagging to me.

It seems like the child of Mbak Musda who is still a toddler is sleeping. Fortunately I didn't wake up.

"Absolutely, Ma'am! I didn't know that raden was good again sleeping!"

After chatting for a while with Madam Musda, I sat down with my brother on the porch while sipping iced tea together. "Tumben you're here. What's up?" mama Musta began to open the conversation.

"Just want to play. Toss at home. I don't go to school anymore" I said.

After graduating from school, I began to hang around unclear and did not have many more activities at home. My peers were preparing for a career and wanted to continue college, but I was made dizzy with wedding plans that I did not want.

"Your diploma has come down?" ask Mama Musda.

"Not yet, Ma'am. But I'm so confused about what to do now. I also can't get ready to find a job. I also do not know what to go to college," I said with a pouting face.

"You haven't made any plans yet?" ask Mama Musda.

I shake my head slowly. After the graduation announcement, I made a lot of plans for the future. But all the wishful thinking I've made, was just crushed by my parents who asked me to marry a young man.

"I made a lot of plans. But because of my father and mother, I became no longer excited," I said lethargic.

"Why? You fighting with Father Mother?" ask Mama Musda.

Maybe Ma'am Musda doesn't know anything from home yet? Are you the same Mother who has not told anything to Mbak Musda?

"Don't really know what's going on at home?" I asked Mommy Musda.

"What's wrong?" mbak Musta asked back with from a wrinkle.

I sighed for a moment, before telling the unlucky fate that befell me. "So, last week there were guests coming to the house, Ma'am. Do you know who the guest is?"

"People who want to propose to me!"

Ma'am Musda widened his eyes. "You're in the room? Same who?" mama asked, so surprised by the news I brought.

"I don't know what it was at first either. Suddenly, a stranger came to the house and proposed to me. Though I do not know who the person is," I told Mbak Musda. "Mother didn't say anything to me either. Same father Mother really outrageous, deh. I tried to reject his proposal but the same father Mother forced me to make nerima," I explained at length to my brother.

"Who are you applying to? Same as his friend father? Or the same son of his friend's mother?" mama Musta asked curiously.

"I don't know Ma'am. My mom didn't say anything to me. But, all I know is that the man is Mr. Ustadz's son. His Ustadz sir had a boarding house. His son is Huda" I told Mbak Musda.

Musta was silent for a moment. Suddenly, Madam Musda back widened his eyes and like trying to remember something. "You mean, Huda is Ustadz Wahab's son, right?" ask Mama Mussa to me.

Where does Mama know? Does Madam Musda know Huda?

"Kok Mama can tell? You know, huh?" I began to be enthusiastic. If my brother really knows Huda, it means that I can extract information from my brother. It's possible that my brother found out about the man's ugliness.

This is a good plan! Looks like luck is on my side. Not only will I get support from Mbak Musda, but I can also get a lot of information about Huda from Mbak Musda.

"It turns out you're being proposed to Huda?" ask Mama Musda.

"I didn't know you."

"Mbak has known him from a long time," said Mbak Musda.

I also began to take advantage of the opportunity to wonder about many things about Huda. "Don't know much about Huda? I really don't know him and I don't know anything. But Father and Mother just as I like to quickly marry the same person I do not know."

"What if it turns out he's a rough unemployed guy? What if it turns out he is the type who likes to chat and is not responsible? It could be that my future is ruined if I marry him" I said.

I hope Mbak Musda will give me good information. But, the woman actually threw a smile at me and said the unexpected.

"You're lucky, Rin! Huda is the ideal husband!" sahut Mbak Musda.

My face immediately turned sour after I heard my brother praise Huda. "What mean? Where's the dream husband from?"

"The young man was known as a religious and charismatic man. There was not a single gap from the man. Starting from morals and nature, Huda is really a perfect figure," said my brother began to exaggerate the praise.

"What's he as good as, anyway? Everyone must have bad qualities. Who knows, it's like that in front of people. But no one knows how he acts behind us" I tried to break the good things my brother had said about Huda.

"You don't suudzon just yet! Huda is really good, really. A lot of girls who persimmon the same as him. He is really a dream ghost figure," my brother's dream was defending Huda.

Why become a gini, anyway? My intention is to get ugly things about Huda.

"If so, what about work? He's just a whore in a boarding house, isn't he? He certainly does not have a job and every day just help his father ngajar najai aja in the pesantren," he still wants to find a gap about Huda. "Masa' for life, I have to rely on her pesantren's father's? He must be just inherited the cottage, right?"

Mbak Musta shook his head. "You're wrong, Rin. Huda is independent. Totally independent even. He's got a lot of gold shops in the same grocery store. Plus, Ustadz Wahab had land everywhere. And most of the land was given to Huda, and used as agricultural land. You don't have to worry about the economy. Huda does not depend on his parents. If it's just a matter of living, your life must be prosperous and prosperous with him."

Damnit damnit! Mother's words made me even more weak. Huda turned out to be very established. Not to mention, the man's character and nature were also very good. Huda also has a good image in front of everyone. I would be considered a fool until I rejected his proposal.

If this is the case, it will be difficult to make Father and Mother hate Huda. That man was too perfect to be rejected by my parents. Though I had hoped that it was only unemployment that depended on both parents. If indeed he is really unemployed, I can make it as an excuse to reject the proposal. But it turned out that everything was beyond my expectations.

"You're really lucky, Arin! Just try if Mbak is not married yet, brother will definitely mengelamar Huda first!" mrs Musta's chirping made me instantly choke.

It seems like my plan to seek support from my brother failed miserably. My sister is just like Mom and Dad. Judging from the compliments that my sister made on Huda, it was clear that the woman would definitely support my marriage to Huda.

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