When Married?
KM Part 3

The twilight went away, changing with the coming of the night. His darkness spread its wings, embracing tired souls to immediately rest into the contest.

In his room, it appears that Bunga is arranging his clothes that are clean to be arranged into a closet. Marni's mother Bunga went into her room and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Flower, not this weekend's work holiday? If you're on holiday with Mom coming to your birthday party, Aunt Ida's cousin Mom."

"I'm off, ma'am, I'll be accompanied. Is there a celebration, did Aunt Ida invite us?" ask the flower while continuing its activities.

"You remember, Si Ina son of Aunt Ida who is your age wants to marry this Saturday. Your father can not accompany because the weekend at the market is crowded again people come shopping, your father's boss will not allow if asking for a holiday," explained Miss Marni to her eldest son.

"But Mom, I remember Ina was still in college, right? why rush to get married when the lecture is still finished?" The flowers asked.

"Maybe his soul mate is coming now. Do what in the long run too. After all, even though you are married, you can still continue college, right? Moreover, I heard her future husband was a rich man. They say he's the manager of one of the biggest luxury car showrooms in town. When else will dapet men like that, great yes Ina even though it is not very beautiful but can dapet mate already established." Ms. Marni went back to discussing something that began to insinuate the private territory of Bunga. Heats up your own child.

The flower just breathed deeply. If there has been a conversation like this, surely in a moment he was asked when he would bring the prospective daughter-in-law to the house.

"Bunga, I'm surprised by you. How much do you feel at home anyway? Though you are beautiful, when will you bring a future husband? Mother also wants you to get married soon," she urged as usual.

"Maybe my soul mate hasn't come yet, ma'am. So still not found," he said lazy, but still keep adab against parents.

"If so you try harder dong, so that you can quickly. If you can't find it yourself, I will match you with the rich widower Mr. Dedi your father's boss. He's been asking about you a lot, she said she's interested in making you his wife."

"Not just talking. Prove that you can find your own husband. If in the next few days the results remain the same, then you have no choice but to obey Mom's decision." After she finished saying her sentence, Miss Marni left Bunga in the silence of her narrow room.

After her mother came out of the room, Bunga broke down her body and tried to close her eyes to get some rest. His body and mind were unusually tired. Plus the same demands of his mother every day make his fatigue doubled.

Like that, every time there are relatives who will marry he is always a target. Even though there should be no time to find a boyfriend, Flowers must divide their time as efficiently as possible to work and complete several courses. Hopefully with additional expertise, he can get a job with a better income than now.

His brain may indeed be smart in terms of learning, so that it can achieve satisfactory academic value. However, for matters of romance and the opposite sex he was completely blind and did not understand. For him it feels more difficult than the trigonometric formula, even at his age now he has never felt what is called courtship.

His head felt dizzy seven circumference thinking of ways not to be paired with Mr. Dedi. Mr. Dedi is the owner of the grocery store where his father works. A widower almost half a century old, full-bodied and mustached. Even Bunga immediately shuddered in horror when imagining how it felt to kiss Mr. Dedi.

"Norhound ...."

The flower kicked its legs into the air and instantly covered its face with a pillow.

"Oh, don't let me be betrothed to him. His mustache that resembled a catfish was more sinister than a horror movie," he grumbled.

Flowers began to drift and lulled into the dream realm, after his brain struggled and raged to think of how to quickly get a prospective husband and avoid an arranged marriage with the old man.

Seriate.