"Oh, yes, Mom," replied Nafisa with a forced smile. "Hi … Aunty Gea. Nice to meet you, Auntie,"
"Hi, darling. Nice to meet you too. Oh, you're Wildan's friend too?"
"No, Mom. She's just a friend of Arham's. Where is the history that I've met people like her," said Wildan correcting Nafisa.
"Well, who wants to meet and be friends with you anyway!" Nafisa replied curtly.
"It's okay, you guys aren't neighbors yet, you're already angry with each other. How about being neighbors tomorrow," said Saharia, interrupting her daughter, but a sweet smile continued to grow on her cheeks.
"Go home!" exclaimed Wildan indifferently.
The man went first to get into his luxury car. Leaving her mother who is still chattering with her mother Nafisa.
"Just understand it, yes. Wildan is still angry because she doesn't want to leave his new house," said Gea, giving understanding to everyone because of her daughter lack of decency.
***
That night, Nafisa was busy preparing various meals to entertain several families who were planning to stay at home for a few days.
Actually, Nafisa herself was tired of doing various struggles in the kitchen. Starting from cooking various foods, to all kinds of drinks.
"Mom, I'm tired because it's been a while. Can I rest for a while?"
"Wait a minute. Help mom first, right. You're my only gril child. If you don't want to help, it means mom will work alone at this rate,"
"It's my turn to work like this. Is it my destiny to work as a maid?"
What is the problem don't know, where Nafisa thought about it. But she did remember if she was like that as destined. It's not like that, Nafisa herself always gets a job for the kitchen business.
Even her skills are already considered extraordinary by some of her family. As if the skill possessed by Nafisa it self is about how to cook.
The house bell rang. Accompanied by the sound of greetings from outside. Nafisa and her mother rushed out of the house.
How happy it is to welcome all the families who come to visit at night.
"Wow, Nafisa. It's at home too. Think about it again outside the house," said Aunty Mira.
"Well, Mir. This is my child, she never wanders at night. She prefers to stay at home," replied Saharia defending her daughter.
"I thought your daughter was already working. It's normaly if you have a working life, coming home at night isn't a problem, isn't it? After all, my child works at home as a shop admin, sometimes she comes home at half past 3 A.M,"
"Is it work or are you being fooled?" said Nafisa finally raised her voice.
She had been waiting for the right moment to repay herself. There was a tremendous sense of irritation considering that she had indirectly been insulted.
"Nevermind because she is also work. But the salary is very good. Instead of living at home like you who have no income,"
Unlucky!
Getting a checkmate statement like that made Nafisa unable to speak anymore. Even just swallowing saliva is really difficult.
The thing she disliked the most when he met her family was getting slapped like this.
If she could just kick his family out, maybe Nafisa would do that. But she tried to restrain herself.
"Shut up poison!" Nafisa thought annoyed.
"Where are you going?" asked Aunty Mira, intercepting Nafisa who walked away.
"I want to cook, Auntie. I want to prepare food for my beloved family," said Nafisa lazily.
"Wow, then it's better for you to find a husband, Nafisa. You don't have to look for work. Not bad if you have a husband, it means someone is there to provide for it," replied Aunty Mira.
"Auntie, I'm a girl. Yes, this time I have to find a husband," Nafisa muttered, still walking into the kitchen.
***
In an emotional state, Nafisa was forced to dwell in the kitchen. While frying fish, she accidentally got splashed with oil.
"Ouch!" Nafisa moaned holding her right arm.
"Are you all right, Naf?" Saharia said yes while rubbing her daughter's arm.
"I'm still not concerned, Mom. Luckily the spark was just a doang. Heuh, I'm really annoyed with Aunty Mira, Ma. Was I told to find a husband instead of looking for work? Please look for work,"
Sahara shook her head. She smeared ice cubes on his son's arm. But ended with a small chuckle because she heard the outpouring of her daughter's heart just now.
"It's also a girl's name, my dear son. It's good if you all get married. Let your husband help us, right?" asked her mother in a mocking tone.
"I don't want it, mom! If Nafisa gets married in this condition, she becomes a slave in a new house. Her husband-in-law is bullied. Not ready to be a young widow," Nafisa refused firmly.
Nafisa immediately shuddered in horror. Nafisa pretentiously looks disgusted by the word married. Even though so far no man has ever come to propose to her house.
Never mind coming to the house to propose, there was no one-on-one conversation with Nafisah to a serious level.
Nafisa is numb about the world of romance because she is not experienced in it.
Nafisa has only known love in silence. Secretly only Nafisa was interested in the men she liked at that time.
Then also, Saharia immediately put on a serious face.
"Yeah, don't get married yet. I doesn't want to see you suffer when you're married," said Saharia.
Her mother did not forbid Nafisa to marry.
It's just that between Nafisa and her mother is one principle. Don't get married before there is someone you can rely on from yourself and do not depend on your partner.
If only Nafisa's mother forced Nafisa to marry, maybe Nafisa's inner pressure would be doubled.
The problem is if asked to marry, who should Nafisa marry? There is absolutely no male candidate on the list of her life.
But … Nafisa is also afraid if she is destined to be a spinster. At her age he was already busy with her partner and children.
Or maybe you're still busy in a romantic relationship, Nafisa zonk on all that.
Saharia again interrupted Nafisa's dream. She threw the chair cushion right in front of her daughter face.
"Naf, there's only a million left in the cupboard," said her mother, emphasizing.