183 Days of Being a Lover
50. Meet Rahma's Parents

The day goes on. It doesn't feel like Saturday. Early in the morning Rendi and Rahma went to Kuningan to meet Rahma's parents. The journey from Bandung to Kuningan via the Cipali toll road takes approximately three hours.

At nine they reached Rahma's parents' house. Rendi wanted to park the car in front of Mr. Ferdi's house, but was prevented by Rahma.

“Parked inside only!” rahma.

Rahma got out of the car and opened the gate of Mr. Ferdi's house. Rendi put his car into the yard of Mr. Ferdi's house. Mr. Ferdi's house carpot is not flat but uphill. As if testing the handbrake of a car parked on the carpot. What is your car hand brake?

After parking the car, Rendi got out of the car and opened the trunk of the car. He took out Rahma's travel bag and a cloth bag containing souvenirs for Rahma's parents. Rahma walked towards the door. He pressed the bell that was attached to the wall of the house.

Assalamualaikum the sound of Rahma's house bell.

Not long after that the door opened. Arini's mother stood at the door. His face looked delighted when he saw his youngest daughter coming.

“Rahma?” Arini's mother immediately hugged Rahma.

“Mama kangen with you,” said Ibu Arini.

“Rahma also miss Mama,” said Rahma.

Arini's mother let go of her embrace. He looked behind Rahma. Rendi stood behind Rahma while holding a travel bag and some tote bags.

“What's the news?” Arini's mother invited Rendi Salaman.

Rendi kept the bags on the floor and greeted Ms. Arini.

“Alhamdullilah, good Aunt,” replied Rendi.

“Come in!” Arini and Rahma's mother went into the house. Rendi followed from behind while carrying the bags into the house. They walked to the family room. From the living room to their living room through the hallway with a small garden view. In the garden there are beautiful and beautiful ornamental plants. Ibu Arini is very good at keeping ornamental plants.

“Where's papa, Ma?” ask Rahma.

“There's inside. Biasa Papamu is busy watching television while drinking coffee,” replied Ms. Arini.

“You've had breakfast?” ask Arini's mother.

“Numbered, Mah. We were just snacking to prop up the stomach,” replied Rahma.

They arrived at the family room. Mr. Ferdi is focusing on television. He did not realize that Rahma was coming.

“Pa. See who comes,” said Ibu Arini.

Mr. Ferdi looked at them.

“Rahma? When comes?” ask Mr. Ferdi.

“Barusan. Papa who is fun to watch until he does not know his son comes.” Rahma approached Mr. Ferdi and kissed Mr. Ferdi's hand.

Rendi kept the bag that he carried on the floor and approached Mr. Ferdi and shook Mr. Ferdi's hand.

“You from Bandung what time?” ask Mr. Ferdi.

“Jam six, Om,” replied Rendi.

“They haven't had breakfast,” Ibu Arini told Pak Ferdi.

“Come, breakfast first!” Arini's mother takes Rahma and Rendi to the dining table.

Rendi brought back the bags.

“This put where?” Rendi pointed to the bags she held to Rahma.

“Oh, yes. Forgot.” Rahma took the bags from Rendi's hand. He approached Arini's mother.

“Ma, this souvenir from Aunt Claudia.” Rahma gave one tote bag to Arini's mother.

Arini's mother received the bag.

“Thank you, Rendi,” said Ms. Arini.

“Sama-sama, Aunt,” replied Rendi.

Rahma brought the other bags into the room and kept them in the room. After saving Rahma's bag out of the room. He joined Rendi at the dinner table. Rendi was pouring rice sitting on a plate.

“Hmmm.” Rendi looked at the side dishes that were on the dining table while thinking.

“Fried chicken, yes.” Rahma put the fried chicken on the plate. Rendi says nothing, she only notices Rahma.

“Wear omelet, yes.” Rahma put the omelet on the plate. Then Rahma took out a plate containing orek tempe.

“This must be tried! Orek tempe made by bi Edah champion.” Rahma thumbs up.

“Iya, may,” replied Rendi.

Rahma put the orek tempe on the plate. He put the sauce on Rendi's plate. Then sprinkle the fried onion on top of the rice.

“Goodbye,” said Rahma.

“You didn't eat?” ask Rendi.

“New to eat,” replied Rahma.

Rahma took the jar and opened the lid. He thrust the jar into Rendi.

“Forgot his crackers,” says Rahma. The joint takes one piece of aci crackers. Rahma put the jar back on the table. Then he took food for himself.

After finishing eating Rendi and Rahma sat down to join Rahma's parents. Mr. Ferdi and Ms. Arini were watching the news on television.

“What Aa want coffee?” ask Rahma.

“Later. I am still full,” replied Rendi.

“Until when are you at Kuningan?” ask Mr. Ferdi.

“Until Sunday, Pa. Monday Rahma had to enter the office,” replied Rahma.

Rendi ventured to express her intention to Rahma's parents.

“Om Aunt. There is something I want to talk to Om and Auntie,” said Rendi.

“Say.” The views of Mr. Ferdi and Ms. Arini focus on Rendi. Rendi took a deep breath so that she felt calmer.

“I want to marry Rahma,” said Rendi.

Arini's mother was shocked to hear Rendi's words. However, Mr. Ferdi looks calm hearing the words of Rendi.

“So you want to propose to my son?” ask Mr. Ferdi.

“Iya, Om,” replied Rendi.

“What do you have to dare to propose to my son?” ask Mr. Ferdi.

Rendi was shocked to hear Mr. Ferdi's question. He did not expect Mr. Ferdi would ask him that. Arini and Rahma's mother were also shocked to hear Mr. Ferdi's question. Rahma felt bad for Rendi. It was like his father was materialistic.

“Papa! Why does Papa ask like Rendi?” ask Arini's mother.

Mr. Ferdi instead of listening to Ms. Arini's question, but he continued his words.

“Didn't everything you have belong to your grandfather and belong to your parents? What do you want to support my child with? With the wealth of your grandfather and parents?” Mr. Ferdi stared intently at Rendi.

“I know all the wealth I have belongs to my grandfather and my parents. But I will try my hardest to be able to support Rahma and our children later,” replied Rendi.

“If your grandfather's company goes bankrupt, what do you want to support Rahma and your children? Do you want to live with Rahma's salary?” asked Mr. Ferdi sharply.

“I will work in another company, Om,” replied Rendi.

“You have work experience? Aren't you the CEO of your grandfather's company? Who believes in your football?” asked Mr. Ferdi as if underestimating Rendi.

“Papa!” Rahma protests to Mr. Ferdi. He felt his papa had gone too far against Rendi.

“Ma, Papa tuh,” whining Rahma.]

“Papa this is why, anyway? Rendi came here nicely to propose to Rahma. Even Papa is fussy with questions that are not-no,” said Ibu Arini.