Yes, my father's chosen candidate! I had to talk to him one-on-one to try and thwart his intention to marry me. There might be a glimmer of hope if I told him everything. The only way is just that. The last one and there is no gap again after this planning I did. This will be the benchmark for where my love story will fall, stay for Arman or be snatched away by an unknown person?!.
"Assalamu'alaikum ... Mother," I shouted when I got home.
"Wa'alaikumussalam." The voice of reply from behind the blue mosquito net, trotted closer and approached me, was immediately embraced and embraced by the woman who had been waiting all night for my news. The woman who was waiting for my arrival with clothes that still smelled of spices and hands that were still wet rushed to wash her hands and came over to me.
"Inez, thank God you've arrived. I have to tell your father, I'm already worried because your father keeps asking you." She said, kissing this forehead, while glancing right and left as if looking for something. I know who they're looking for, who else if not Arman? I was escorted by Arman to the front alley, so he no longer dared to appear or set foot in the courtyard of this house, let alone entering this house. No way.
I explained everything to my mother about my mistake and sincerely apologized to her. This noble woman does not deny that she is actually disappointed, but what can I do, I am her daughter who is full of inner turmoil, so I can't help but forgive and understand her, but with a promise I won't do it again.
Invited me to come in while continuing to walk warmly embraced in his arms, we let go of longing even though it was only a day and last night without seeing each other.
"Mom, did Dad say something?" I asked followed by this body lying on the long soft sofa which was really comfortable because this back felt tired from traveling and a bit of tragedy earlier. Mom was busy making me a drink and bringing out my favorite light cakes.
"You know how your father is? so I asked him to be gentle. I will invite your candidate as soon as possible. I know it's too early, I have seduced Father, but the decision is made Nez." Mother's explanation surprised me and spontaneously opened my eyes, even though I wanted to rest my eyes for a long time, I closed them for a long time.
"I don't want it that fast, Mom," I whined because I really didn't want this unknown family to suddenly come here and propose to me so soon.
"I'll talk to Dad later, Mom. Now I want to sleep, OK, Mom?" I said goodbye because I didn't want to talk about it first, this head was getting dizzy, it just wanted to burst. Sleep is a very effective solution for me.
"Okay honey, rest first," concluded Mother, leaving me on this sofa, she continued the routine activities of a mother in general. Preparing dinner for the family is also looking forward to the arrival of Father who will soon be home.
Arman, have you arrived at your lease? If only you would let me, I still want to be with you. Rest and lie down in your place, tell you long and endless stories, joke and wail with you, but the straightness of the servant in your soul as a creature who wants to improve better and better, how careful you are in choosing the steps to take yourself too for me.
The harder it is to let go of you, how the naked eye can't see that kindness in your shadow, how dear it is to let go of a son-in-law as perfect as you to me, just because money and position are visible in his eyes.
"Inez, I want to talk to you." I faintly heard a man's voice beside me, these eyes blinked trying to slowly open them without realizing I had fallen asleep a few hours ago, suddenly there was Father sitting on the long sofa in the living room still wearing his formal clothes, a sign that he had just come home. from work.
Immediately I rose from my initial position __ lying down.
Without saying a word, I just nodded.
I stared blankly at the floor at my feet.
Since the tragedy forcing Arman and I to break up, I have been reluctant to meet my own father face to face, let alone have a conversation as I remember it never again, every day I often go out, go out, before Dad comes back. I also went to work as early as possible so as not to run into him, signaling the code that this child was very angry and extremely disappointed in him, only now, this is the first time we are speaking side by side, so that's why I'm still stingy with words for him.
"I want to bring the family of my father's friend here, so that we all know him, I don't want to beat around the bush, prepare your heart to meet your future husband." Suddenly I looked at him, I was still almost opening my mouth to prepare an answer for my father, he was cut off in a flash. "Dad doesn't want to hear any excuses, your job is to just obey and obey. All of you decide," said the father, intimidating his only daughter, then hurriedly left this place. I raised my hand to dare to answer his hand, I said a short sentence that came out of my throat,
"I want to see him first." Dad's forehead was wrinkled, which was already visible fine wrinkles as he turned his head towards me with a standing position in front of me. "You mean?" he replied.
"Let Inez meet him first, Dad, before his family comes home," my pronunciation is actually heavy and stiff for me to say because I don't really want this either, but what can I do, I'm just like a stupid goat, Dad, being pushed here and there, has to obey.
"Aaah that's right, Father agrees with you, it seems that it's also good for you to meet your candidate first, right? To be familiar, this is his number, you can ask him directly." While taking out his android phone, he tried to scroll up and down looking for the contact he meant.
"Dad will arrange it. Let me know when I can meet him, I don't need his number. I don't want to greet him, let alone call him." I argued in annoyance.
"Ooh, I'm ready to arrange that. As soon as the child is sweet, don't make Dad angry. Come in first, okay? Let's eat together, come on." Dad's words are really like a mockery that I don't deserve to reply even though I want to reply with curses, unfortunately this man. He's my father. I didn't reply, didn't nod my head, just kept silent as the end of the two-way conversation between the girl with her confusion versus the father with his stupidity.
My mother, who immediately felt like coming to me from the inside, seemed to be in a hurry, as if reading a symbol that her child, something must have happened that couldn't be said to be okay. After a brief fling with his father. Mother came to cool the atmosphere that had heated up between father and son, she stroked and kissed me while uttering cool and seductive words, led and invited to rush to the dinner room together which became a natural thing every day every time.