THE ESCAPED BRIDE ESCAPED
1. H - 7

"Open the door!"

The voice of a girl who was shouting and banging on the door of the room, was heard from the morning. It had been many times that he had done so tirelessly and desperately. Everyone shook their heads, tired of hearing the commotion he deliberately made.

A middle-aged woman who still looks ayu, came to approach and replied to her. After so many times the girl screamed and banged on the door for attention, there was finally someone who served.

"Shame, Cah Ayu. Don't keep shouting like that. Your neck will hurt. During the wedding day, you become gagu because you can't wait for the concert since a week before?" persuade the woman.

"Mommy ... I don't want to marry her!" I don't know how many times for that.

"With your past, there's no more good men who would like to glance at you, Nduk," persuaded his mother again.

"Lucky your distant cousin came from Holland. He knows nothing. Just in your picture he agreed. What kind of luck are you looking for?" obviously her mom again.

"But Aya is in love with her ...." His voice was half crying.

"Love can come with time. Do you think mom used to love your daddy? That kind of hick? But because it is fooled equally eye-to-eye, yes must be manut tho!" Mom gave an example.

"Why is Mami the one who confides!" said the girl was annoyed. His voice was heard from behind the door. Then I heard crying from inside the room.

The middle-aged woman let out a long sigh. Closer his face to the closed door. He looked at the keyhole with anxiety. Her husband kept the room key. That guy doesn't trust anyone.

"Darling .. believe me. Love will come with time. Papi and Mami have chosen the best man for you. Let you can feel the happiness of family life," he said softly and patiently.

"Take it for mom!" There was a scream in response from the room.

"Hlo! Piye. Trus, what's your papa? How about you if your mom is brought to Holland? Do you really want to have a stepfather?" ask her mom in a serious voice.

"Mamiiiiiii .. noisy!" reply his daughter upset.

The middle-aged woman covered her mouth so as not to laugh. After a while, he finally said.

"Yo wes's. Mommy just takes care of the others first huh. If you miss your mom, gedor again is the door. Mommy will come again." The graceful ayu woman passed from there, with a triumphant smile on her face.

He lifted his chin and let the sound of Gayatri's cry flow. Ayu woman named Ajeng Wardhani was not disturbed at all. His steps were very calm and looked straight ahead.

From across the room, a gray-haired man, just shook his head. No one noticed the pull of a smile on the corner of his lips a second ago.

In other parts of the house, some people again feel relieved because the sound of door slashing like a drum in the marching band was experiencing a pause. Rescuing the hearts and ears of those terrorized by noise pollution since morning.

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In front of the vegetable stall, the mothers gathered so they saw the crowded atmosphere in the Sangaji family mansion.

"From yesterday there were so many. Do you want a celebration?" ask the one.

"Maybe" said the other while continuing to choose vegetables.

"Not from yesterday. If not mistaken, early last month also crowded really," another mother added.

"Then it's a family event. Kan eike asked to help cook there," said the others chimed.

"Oo ..." the woman who previously spoke, nodded in understanding.

"Hlo .. hloo. tumben kok crowded so early. Did Mr De Yatno again give you a discount on vegetables?" Another mother came closer.

"Once in a while give a discount or give away the rich onlen store hloo ..." he said as he moved his lips in a merot style to the left right.

"Well, mbok ya ndak pake kasbon tho bu-ibu," replied Mr. De Yatno telak.

The hands of the mothers holding the vegetables stopped. Their eyes simultaneously glared at the newly arrived mother and looked for things with Mr. De Yatno. That deadly sharp gaze made the mother instantly silenced a thousand languages.

To divert and reassure Mr. De Yatno, a mother brought again the direction of the conversation to the original topic. "So, when I passed in front of Mr. Sangaji's house, I heard the sound of Aya hlo's cry. There was also a sound of that thud. He's screaming indistinctly."

"Ho-oh .. I'm also horrified. Shouts "open .. open" is hlo." Who chimed again.

"Has she locked in the room?" guess another mother.

"Hloo, for what Bu Ajeng locked Mbak Aya in the room. There's-there's just," refuted the others.

"I think all of this has something to do with" said another detective-style.

"How's connection?" others immediately turned their heads, wanting to know the analysis of the mother who claimed to be the smartest of all subscriptions Pak De Yatno.

"Yes tho. Look at this crowd. I'm sure the tentmaker will be here soon. Coupled with the screams of Mbak Aya. A very clear clue, if Mr. Sangaji wants a pilgrimage!" obviously with a proud face. He can always satisfy the curiosity of the mothers in the vegetable stall.

"Disappearance? Opo hawk? Her sister Aya got married last year. Who else is getting married?" ask the others curious.

"Hoo!" she looked at her friends with a low look. Wonder why he can be so intelligent, while others find it difficult to see the various clues that are clearly visible.

"Kan Mbak Aya is not married yet. So there's only one possibility, Hajatannya Ma'am Aya! that's why you can't stop!" his ridicule with a humbling face.

"Sheh's figure?" said another man did not believe.

"Yes. Yes, Bu Ajeng still want to marry Mbak Aya? Have you forgotten about two failed weddings?" the other timpal doesn't believe.

"Come on. The second, even make the loss of Mr. Sangaji hundreds of millions because the same sued prospective son-in-law and his future besi. Mosok ndak kapok?" argue with others with arguments.

"Well, the name of a mate is still to be sought. A parent figure would let his only daughter become a spinster, just for the loss of hundreds of millions?" another timpal, supporting the analysis of the smart mother.

"But if he runs away again, what? Wow ... will be stirring again in the city, find him." A mother shook her head, astonished by Aya's behavior.

"Yo .. risk. Risk of the husband. The risk of the family too, if later brought back to the legal path!" answer the smart mom. He was content to be able to explain smartly the questions of his neighbors.

"So, the voice shouted "open .. open" it was possible that Ma'am Aya was locked in her room?" Mother, who had previously retreated from the line due to provoking the scolding of Mr. De Yatno, spoke up again.

"Ooo ...."

The other mothers are now nodding in rhythm. The mystery of the morning screaming has now been solved. They can choose their vegetables calmly.

Mr. De Yatno could only shake his head to see the mothers in the alley who were like cctv cameras. He felt they were very suitable to be the host of gossip on tivi. There are news carriers, some are fishing. Some chimed in, some presented the facts of their version. There are also those who act as editors who conclude the news. Just incredible!

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