Wife Or Bachelor
Proposal

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I know you guys are gonna get tired of reading this story. I have nothing else to do but help my mom in the kitchen. I don't know what event to have at home. You see, from the morning mama was busy making cakes and also made lontong. Mama is indeed a good cook only I suru for ketring business do not want. Said tired. My mom was very happy cooking for her family. I am grateful, thanks to the mama who cooks and loves to cook, I finally also like and quite good at cooking. Especially for a cake like sponge cake, I have passed the feasibility test if it.

"You will sleep with your mom and dad? You see, your brother wants to sleep tonight, too," she said, inserting a cassava sponge in a steamer.

Moving again? I became a nomadic human being. Moving-moving continues. It's been this much sleep time with parents, what Riana said. That's then definitely my fear.

"Who? Is there a room, brother? Let Anin clean up."

"His room my brother has cleaned and wants to use Daddy with his mother Aqil."

I want to go to my brother's room so close. "Well, what's the show, Ma? How come everyone's coming?"

"That's it! You'll know later."

I don't know why, my mother's answer made me feel uncomfortable. "Keep brother when is the nyampe?"

"It'll be noon after the office."

"Have my brother come home this afternoon?"

"It's Anin's saturday, your brother only works until 2." Uh yeah I forgot.

Rame dong means home. So babu again dong. Hua. Want to cry while rolling me.

"You took the clothes we sewed on Diana's mother, huh?"

"What's that already?" So gini, last week fitting me to the city mama nitip buy cloth clothes for me the same him. Thankfully I bought it with me. Keep fitting nyampe my house invited by my mother to the tailor to measure clothes. And I salute his clothes quickly so, even though there hasn't been a week.

"Udah, even from yesterday."

"Yes, Anin go first."

"Be careful, Nin. Call it slow." Mama is there, where there is speeding slowly.

...***...

My eyes squinted at the familiar-looking car parked sweetly in the garage. The car was like a brother's car given by his in-laws as a wedding hadia. Duh, I also want to have in-laws like a brother. But if you can give a share or not an island.

When opening the door, there was the sound of babbling children and the sound of mama's laughter. "Alisa! Donate onty ...." I ran over to his older son, Alisya who was only 8 months old. The birth of december last year. Her puffer cheeks became my main target.

"Where are you from, Dek?" ask brother.

I lifted the crackle containing the clothes that had been taken earlier at the tailor. "Have you got your clothes, brother when is nyampe?" I asked while holding Alisya in a sling. And as usual my hijab is a target for pulling. I rarely visit my brother and his wife because my brother lives with his father-in-law. Yes I'm embarrassed, so even though I was in the same city I went to my brother's house at least a few times a month.

"Must be, not long after you came."

I just nodded.

"Alisha, onty bite his hand?" I bend my lips in and put my pounding hand in and pretend to bite. Instead of crying, he laughed. I bit him again and made him chuckle.

"Nin, you try the clothes. Let Alisya be with mama." Mama extended her hand to Alisya but Alisya seemed reluctant to move. His brother's son was emang if it was aama I'm hard if in Suru with other people. Yeah except brother and sister-in-law.

"Alisya same grandma, huh? Onty wants to change clothes first." By forcing me to give Alisya to my mom.

Thankfully, I was not crying. I brought a crackle containing my clothes and changed in my mom's room. Yes, because the guest room already occupies. I'll put my shirt in there.

After making sure the door was locked I took my shirt out of the crackle and shook it. Beautiful model, gamis with a cut in the stomach but according to my will is not tight. Hijab I have been released to leave snails or hijab interiors, continue the game that I used earlier I took off as well.

My reflection in the mirror made it hard for my eyes to look away. I like the same game where the color is calm, milk colekat. The same contrast of my skin is yellow so that I look radiant like a hand and body lotion product advertisement on tv. In addition to making clothes, mama also asked the carpenter to make his hijab all with the same color. When I put the hijab on my body, I was satisfied. Length up to the hips and definitely cover the chest. His arm also reached the wrist. But maybe if the usage outside the house I still accompany the handshock.

"Anin, not yet. Mama wants to see!" Mama's screaming voice I can hear here when the mama in front.

Putting a little of my shirt on the bed and hanging it on the hanger, I came out with a catwalk style model.

Arrived in front of my mother chest-chest canti with just a little shift of hands to the right and left.

"Good job, change there. Dirty later. It's in pake tonight."

Lah, there is a manganese event at night. Anyway, "this is not washed first ma before use?" Although the clothes in the sewing remain dirtyloh this shirt.

"Yes, you wash and keep on wanting to use the machine. Two of them are dry."

"Should I wear it tonight?" ask me.

"Yes, Anin." Mama's a little upset. I am grateful that there is a brother until my mother is not always angry. Surprised me, the mama if there is a brother kalem very rarely nyerocos. My same turn. Astagfirullah. Nyerocos mulu kayak radio broken which is-that's his language and vocabulary.

I immediately scurried while carrying my mother's clothes. Before yes I change clothes again just to the back to wash my clothes with my mother. Wash your hands, new understand the fear of blisters if washed using a machine.

...***...

When I finished praying, I immediately changed my clothes. This is the same story as the mama of magrib.

Anin, a piece of change. They will come hunting.

Yes I have answered, yes mah later when finished praying isya.

After applying a little powder and lipstick I immediately put on hijab because my mom who nagged me quickly. I was still surprised what event.

"Nin, this is brother. Asked quickly with mama, Aqil's parents are already nyampe and again waiting for you." That's brother-in-law's voice.

Anyway, as important as that I arrived at the wait. If you want to walk, go first. I will use a motorbike. A little slippage will come later.

"Yes, sister, it's a hijab again."

Do not let the hijab tilt continuously lest there be a strand of hair coming out.

"Well that's the Aninnya has come, here son salim," called the mama who I immediately approached. It is a bit strange to see the atmosphere of the living room that is too formal to go to the condangan together or dinner between families. "The salty first, dear." Mama ordered me to salim the same father and mother.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Bun, Dad," I salim them. For Aqil's brother who is in the middle of father and mother, I do not salim not mahrom. There is Rahma in Kiana's lap.

"Rahma, Salim used to be my sister," she told Rahma after Kiana kissed my hand. Little Rahma. Rahma took my hand and wanted to be bitten, not kissed.

"Soak, you can't," forbid Kiana to make Rahma pout.

"Anin, sit down." Mama called me and patted the empty space between mama and papa on the sofa.

I don't know why, there's a strange feeling inside me. Especially when you see everything there looks good. And the dishes on the table that were seen filled the surface of the glass table.

I looked at Laura as if to ask, 'what's the matter?' But Laura was just smiling. And that smile spurred the levels of the hormone epinephrine in me producing a little more than usual.

Oh my God, what is this. The worry made me struggle to maintain the smile on my lips. Especially when I started to open my voice.

"Since Anindya is already in our midst, what can we start with, Banyu and Mala?" Ask mom and dad. Papa's name is Banyu Biru Literaguna and called Banyu. While the name mama I often call that Patrakomala and called Mala.

Papa replies to Dad's words, "please Risyad," so Risyad's Dad's name and Mother's name's Gentile Princess. Beautiful mother's name, like the name of yellow and blue kelenting in the story ande-ande moss.

"Bismil was bornrohmanirrohim, so before I convey our intentions and goals to your home Banyu. I thank you for the welcome and the banquet."

Papa just smiled in response.

Father then continued, "I just went to convey our purpose without needing to make any pleasantries. So, Banyu, Mala, and especially Anindya," there was a pause when my father mentioned my name. And hearing my name called to make this head that had been lowered automatically raised and looked at the father who was also staring at me. "Banyu, Mala, Anindya, the future meaning of our family to your residence is good, to connect the rope silatuhrami and..."

I don't know why I've been doing it.

"And will propose your daughter Banyu and Mala Anindya to be our child's companion, Aqil Rizki Dhiaurrahman."

I felt like there was a local storm in my heart and mind. That uneasy feeling, what because of this. What does this mean? Am I being fooled? But why didn't anyone tell me?!

Was I just proposed?

"Yes, Ma, Pa. Aqil's arrival here with his father, mother, and younger siblings is to propose Mama Dan Papa's son Anindya to be my Wife."

Kelar. I don't know how to express my emotions. My heart, fucked.