"Baby, mom really wants you to marry Reza soon. I think kallian has been dating for too long," my mother said.
I can't deny it. I'm now 28 years old. All my friends are married, some have children. It's normal for mom to worry about myself.
"yes ma'am, I'll try to talk to Reza later," I replied.
Mom turned her head to look at me. "Did you guys not get serious about the relationship all along?" Mom looked at me suspiciously.
"We are indeed dating Ma'am. But, never mind Ma'am, I'll tell you the story," I said listlessly leaving Mom at the dinner table. I couldn't possibly tell Mom everything.
I immersed my body on the ground, staring at the ceiling of the room that had been filled with spider houses. Surely the woman hadn't had time to clean up this simple house. Because of his body that has begun to sputter.
"Ah, mom is sorry for this child of yours!" I snorted softly.
"Honey!" I called to Reza who was sitting on the back bench of my bike. The woman with long hair faithfully wrapped her arms around my stomach. It's even very tight.
"What, baby!" replied Reza yelling slightly. Because the wind was strong enough to make him have to harden his voice. It might be afraid if I don't hear the sound. Because I was wearing a helmet at the time.
"Reza, mom wants us to get married!" I said, raising my voice. I glanced at his face from the rearview mirror, curious about his expression.
"What? I can't hear it!" shouted Reza slightly holding his face over my shoulders.
"We're married!" I shouted as the rain that instantly fell soaking our bodies.
"Hahahahah....!" Reza laughed loosely. I could see from the rearview mirror of the motorcycle I was riding the white woman laughing with satisfaction after listening to the remarks.
I don't think there's anything funny about my question. But why did she laugh. Is it because she is also happy.
"Reza, you heard what I said, right?" I noticed Reza's face from the rearview mirror.
"Listen, Bagas!" She replied still enjoying the increasingly heavy rain drenching our bodies.
"How is it? We got married?" I affirmed my question.
"We'll just discuss it again tomorrow, Honey!" she said back wrapping his arms around my stomach.
"Alright!" I replied.
On the park bench of Bojonegoro City square.
"Baby!"
"Hem!"
"What about my question yesterday?" I asked Reza who was busy with his mobile phone.
"Which one, baby?" replied Reza without turning to me.
"Our wedding plans?" I said.
"You want to be my wife, right?" I looked seriously at Reza's face.
Reza pressed the back button on his phone. Then put the smart thing in his bag.
"Are you ready to get married?"
I nodded confidently. Because I feel like we've been dating for quite a while.
"Indeed, after marriage, where do we want to live? You don't have a house yet, Bagas!"
What kind of question is this, whether married people should have a place to live first.
I was silent for a while. "We can rent a house for a while," I replied doubtfully.
"I don't want to! if you want to marry me, you have to give me a house. If you can't better you don't have to marry me," Reza replied, feeling very hurtful to my heart. "You can also find other women."
I regret to have discussed this with Reza. I can't afford to lose him.
"How about we live in Purwodadi first with our mother. After all, mom is also..."
"Bagas, I don't want to live with the mother-in-law. I don't want to live with your mother. There are so many of my friends who failed the marriage because the mother-in-law intervened in their marriage affairs," Reza said with an annoyed face.
I was surprised by Reza's answer. For a moment I was like at a loss for words. "But my Mother is not like that, Za! Don't you already know him too," I retorted.
"Bagas, I know your mother is good. But over time if we stay at home everything will definitely change." Reza insisted.
"And one more thing, I don't want to get married if you haven't been a civil servant." Reza widened both eyes.
"Aren't you very ambitious? Wouldn't it be that in the end all the women will take care of the family!" I retorted doubtfully, afraid that reza would be angry.
"Bagas, I've been an auxiliary teacher for almost three years. And my dream is to make Papa and Mama proud. Appointed as a civil servant, so mama and papa don't have to think about my future later."
"But Reza, being a civil servant is now not...!"
Reza interrupted my remarks with an angry face. "Never mind Bagas, I wouldn't marry you if I had been a civil servant. Got it!" snapped Reza mad at me.
The sound of knocking on the door resuscitated me from the reverie. I blinked awake sitting on the edge of the bed.
The sound of the door opening was followed by the shadow of the woman walking into the room.
"Mother!" I called looking at the mother who was walking towards me. Then dropped his body on the edge of the side bed where I was sitting.
"What's wrong, Mom?" I asked curiously.
"Bagas, mom has good news for you. How about tomorrow we come to propose to Reza to Bojonegoro." Mom looked happy.
"What?" I was shocked.
"Why? You told Reza, right?" Mom raised her eyebrows.
"But Mom!"
"Already, anyway, tomorrow we will go to Reza's house. Alhamdulillah, mom's cows can be for your wedding expenses." Mom smiled happily.
"But Mom!"
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"Bagas, hurry up, son!"
Mom shouted from the yard of the house. I'm still busy choosing the best shirt I have from inside the closet. Until the choice of the shirt fell on the batik patterned shirt. Although I have often met Reza's parents, but today is a very special day for me.
After I finished putting on the shirt and spraying masculine perfume all over my body. I immediately rushed towards the porch of the house. I don't know how many times mom has screamed for my name.
I was surprised to see the pickup car parked in front of the house.
"Are we going to Reza's house in this car?" I wondered at mom.
"yes, why not?" Mom smiled with satisfaction. "We're going to Reza's house in this car, it's free!" said Mom excitedly.
'Yes, God what the Reza family said later.'
I patted my forehead lightly. Mom's hand quickly pulled my wrist up into the car that my Uncle was ready to drive.
Meanwhile, my mother never stopped making Reza proud of Her achievements to Uncle Narto, the younger brother of my late father. It seems that mom likes Reza very much, apart from the distinguished family, Reza also has a high education. Moreover, she is so beautiful. Makes mom feel lucky to have a future son-in-law like Reza.
'Hopefully, this time Reza won't be mad at me. Because I deliberately didn't tell him in advance. I just asked permission from both of Reza's parents who welcomed my goodwill. that's the reason I agreed to mom's request.'
CONTINUED....