The Bujang Lapuk
Contradistinction

"It's okay to make that decision" Za protested after Alex returned home.

"Then what do you think? They both want. Equally ready. There's no reason to delay."

Za breathed out slowly. "Safira has a mother, Mas. Talk about cake with Lany. If he doesn't agree?"

"She's coming home from out-of-town service to come here."

The person they were talking about also appeared from the living room. Aunt Sarah welcomed them. The woman came with a bag containing gifts for Alula.

"I'm sorry I didn't attend the event" he said.

"Yes, Mother. Nothing" said Za and invited Lany to sit down.

"Lan, Safira's getting married tomorrow" Fadhil said as soon as Lany landed her ass on the couch.

"Huh?! Don't joke with you, Dhil. Safira never knew anyone. Tomorrow when does it mean?" lany was surprised not to play.

"Tomorrow morning. At nine o'clock you should be here already. Or if you want to nginep here also not papa."

"Dhil, this is a wedding. Not toys. You tuh…." Lany clucked in annoyance. Then he called Safira in the room.

"Sit here!" Lany patted the empty sofa beside her. Reluctantly Safira threw out his body. He knew he would get a fight from his mother. Because her mother once said that Sapphira should marry a man with too many criteria. While Alex, despite coming from a rich family, but he has just pursued his career. Even his salary was far from what he wanted to be his mother's daughter-in-law.

"Fir, marriage is not a joke that can be decided in a short time. Talk about your mother's failure."

"Yes knows. You failed because you were too selfish, right?"

Lany gave a rough sigh. "Now tell me who is the man who will marry you? How long have you been dating?" his pedicab.

"Never dated, Ma. I have to get married first. But, Om Fadhil same Mami never dated her life happy-happy aja."

"Don't look at anything on the surface." denied Lany.

"Serah Mama's. Sapphira wants to get married tomorrow. He may not fit the criteria you want. Not as much money as Mama wants. But we're committed together."

"Hard-headed." muttered Lany. "How can he make you happy if his life is difficult" he continued.

"It's not hard, Ma. The salary is still enough to meet the needs even though it is not luxurious. Still can make her son happy."

Lany. "You mean she's a widower? Nope, nope. Abrogate. Mama doesn't want you to marry a widower."

"What is the problem if the widower or not. What matters is not the husband of the man!" safira's assertiveness made Lany speechless. So also with Fadhil and Za who had only listened to their debates since.

"Mama just wants the best for you, Fir. You still don't understand?"

Lany again breathed a rough breath. Safira's stubbornness even exceeded her. Is it wrong if he wants his only child to get the best mate who can guarantee a happy life. A moment later he stared at Fadhil at a glance. He did not deny that the influence of Fadhil was certainly much greater for Safira. So Sapphira had a much different view of himself.

"As far as you." Lany went to the kitchen. Even his fatigue after traveling from out of town had not completely subsided. He had to face a debate with his son. After flushing his throat with white water, he went upstairs. He decided to stay tonight.

"Fir, there's a courier up ahead. He said sending a delivery for you, said Aunt Sarah.

Safira jumped off the sofa and rushed forward. A package he received even though he felt he did not order something.

Safira opened the package. He was stunned when he saw the contents turned out to be a white kebaya.

"You bought kebaya, Fir?" ask Za. "Say you want to wear Oma's?"

"Alex bought it."

"Gercep is so much him. Just an hour away I got a kebaya. Cobain first there, later if it is not fit to be censored."

Safira went into the room. A little while later, he came out of the room with his pajamas that had changed with kebaya.

"Not good, Mi?"

"good. Just a little kegedean. Kebedean kebedean seems less than good. Here's little Mami!" sahut Za's.

"Can you?"

"Can.

Safira also took the kebaya back. Semenyara Za picked up the thread and needle in the room. With painstaking care, he sewn the kebaya with his hands. Because in that house there was no sewing machine. While the girl who tomorrow will already be the wife of the middle man hugging his om. Za shook his head to see Safira's attitude, which sometimes still did not want to lose to her younger sister.

"Thank you, Om have taken care of Safira until now. Safira can't even say anything about Om Fadhil. You know, tomorrow you're getting married."

"Emang Om Fadhil ever asked for a reply from you?"

Safira shook her head that was leaning on Fadhil's shoulder.

"Tomorrow can't be like this anymore, Fir. Alex could have misunderstood, "soon Fadhil.

"Yes not it. Tomorrow he has his shoulders back. Harder than Om Fadhil's shoulder."

"Have you tried it, Fir?" timpal Za sambi continues to sew.

"Food of the time of temptation" sahut Safira.