Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 11: New Status

The Space family dining room this morning feels so different to the addition of one person. Myria has not come home since last night to join because of forced Mrs Nasita. At first, he was allowed to eat in the kitchen with the workers, but Mrs Nasita forbade. As a result, the black-eyed girl could sit there.

Everyone ate quietly without any conversation. Only Mrs Nasita is sometimes busy offering food for her son and husband. After that, the conditions returned. Space doesn't say anything either. This morning meeting Myria, she walked leisurely as if nothing had happened last night.

“You've thought about what my wife said, son?”

The sound from the end of the table distracts everyone. Myria, who had raised her head, realized that the question was leading to her. He put the spoon in hand onto the plate, then replied, “Already, Om.”

Madam Nasita smiled when she heard Myria. The beige thumbs up woman approached and gave a gentle swipe at Myria's hand.

“What's your decision? Are you ready to stay here?”

The spaceman who had been relaxing hurriedly took water and drank. Food on the plate, he ignored it temporarily. His heart was curious about what the father was talking about. There must be something he doesn't know.

“Mother will be happy if you have a daughter,” said Nyonya Nasita calming. The swab of her hand moved to the head of Myria that was covered in a pink veil this morning.

There was eye contact between Myria and Angkasa. So did Mrs Nasita and Mr. Aji. Everyone who was there was discussing serious matters, of course very careful in making decisions.

“My, you want to, right, marry me?” Space mouth itches itself. He could not wait for an answer from Myria as the girl kept silent.

Everyone moved attention. Mr. Aji immediately cleared his throat and at that time also stopped the behavior of Space.

“Sorry, Pa. I'm so worried about him.”

“Kasa, you said not to force. Your mama spoke yesterday, about the decision still have to be said Myria itself without pressure from anyone.”

The words of the father are not up for debate. The sky was silent again after that. However, replace Myria who stole the show. The girl began to move her lips with two hands on each other. “Om Aji, God willing I want to get married now. But if to be a brother of Space, it seems inappropriate, Om.”

Angkasa's smile expanded perfectly until his dimples were clearly visible. Two beautiful eyes also narrowed. Angkasa almost stood up and approached Myria because he wanted to hug, but the mother had held back first with words of prohibition.

“Papa will visit ustaz house later to be made guardian. Mama's been talking about your status as a child in the family. But because you are also not old enough to register at KUA and can not use a guardian judge, while this uses a guardian muhakkam first.”

Angkasa mangosteen although a little curious about the talk of the mother and Myria last night. However, the guy thought he would ask later if the business was done. Married young is actually not in the mind of the young man because lately he lived a life like a human without a life. Sleep, wake up, fulfill obligations and get done. There are no passionate ideals of Space since both parents limit the association.

In the past, Angkasa could still be spoiled as the youngest child, all things obeyed. But not anymore, now. It takes a lot of consideration for Mr. Aji and Mrs Nasita to grant Angkasa's request.

The sun crept up and was almost overhead when Lady Nasita intended to take Myria out. The 44-year-old mature woman directed Myria to ride in a car. Assisted by the family driver, Mrs Nasita took Myria to a place.

It took about 40 minutes to travel before Myria got out of the car. There was one large building inscribed with a clothing boutique in front of it. The girl's eyes blinked as she spelled out the name of the boutique she was visiting.

“Come, Myria. Outside the heat,” said Mrs Nasita after closing the car and telling the driver. The teracota's dynamic woman embraced Myria's shoulders full of tenderness and brought in.

“Siang, Mistress.”  Once the boutique door is opened by security, some of the employees inside are ready to welcome. Myria who saw that was amazed.

“Ah, you guys are waiting, yes?” Madam Nasita greeted kindly. “I need two people to help court this girl. Give me the clothes I asked for and accompany her to try them.”

“Good, Mistress.” Two female workers came forward swiftly and directed Myria to come along.

“Bu–Bunda.” Myria stuttered in confusion because nothing was explained. His body was stiff and reluctant to be carried.

Madam Nasita approached and rubbed Myria's hijab. “He's a Mother employee. You need proper clothes for tonight's show. While waiting for you, Mommy will check the sales report in the workspace.”

“Ta–but, Bun.”

“Already. Mother will not be long.”

“Mari, Miss.” The two workers also tried to convince Myria. They are very friendly and seem patient in their service.

“Is this convenient, Miss? All very well fit in Miss's body. I'll call Madam, so she can choose.”

Myria did not answer yet. One Muslim worker left the place. Not long after that, it was true that he had come with Lady Nasita.

“Goddess, Son. You're beautiful. Just wear this. Immediately wrap it so we still have time to wash it later.”

Mrs Nasita's choice fell on a white robe with an A-line skirt and a puff sleeve cut. The duchess' satin outfit looks perfect on Myria's body which is neither too small nor too big. He approached, then circled Myria from front, back, and back again until the front. The woman's smile rose as sweet as her son's smile. “Take this series game with other colors.”

“Good, Mistress.”

One worker left. Madam Nasita immediately asked Myria to change again with her original clothes from home.

***

Azan Isya had passed almost an hour ago. In the guest room where Myria was staying yesterday, it was finished by the fairy running errands. The two workers deliberately did not come out and accompanied Myria waiting for the marriage contract in the living room to be completed. Just when the word ‘sah’ from the witnesses sounded until the room, Myria wanted to faint it felt.

Not long after the mixed feelings that Myria had experienced, Madam Nasita entered after knocking on the door. He approached Myria who was still sitting on the bed with nervousness. “Perfect. You are indeed one of the proofs of the beauty God created, son.”

I want it to feel like Myria said thank you or said something else to respond to Ms. Nasita. However, he had trouble doing that because he was too nervous. His lips continued to tremble while reciting a daze, while two hands clasped each other in cold sweat. Not only that, Myria's heart was pounding.

 “You're Mother's daughter-in-law now. Come on, come out for a minute to say thank you to the guests.”

With all her strength, Myria got up and followed her mother-in-law. He walked in the armband with Mrs Nasita carefully.

When the legs stepped on the living room, two pairs of beautiful eyes Myria met with Angkasa. Unlike the days at school when he met the guy, now the usual feeling in friends changes awkwardness. Myria turned her head the other way to avoid Space's gaze. He greeted several neighbors and local RT officials, then sat down near Mrs Nasita.

Some advice and chats were received by Mr. Aji's family. They deliberately do not invite many relatives or people of one complex so that conditions remain conducive. The event was closed and full of taste.

Mrs Nasita who has a child living in Angkasa one, must give him up on other women. It was not that he did not allow his son to marry, but that at any time, the feeling of a child's mother was still a small baby for him.

The wedding ceremony was closed with a meal together. People sit on carpets with lots of dishes. Actually the dining table is empty, but the guests choose to sit down to be more familiar.

“Myria, Mother take you to room.” Madame Nasita pulled Myria back when the girl wanted to help settle down when the guest was home.

“But, Bun, Myria still want to help this first.”

“No pa-pa. Aunty can finish this.”

“True, Miss.” One housekeeper replied and followed by another housekeeper's nod.

Myria finally left with a sense of arrogance. He stepped slowly up the stairs to the second floor. Then, turn left and enter the room according to the direction of Mrs Nasita.

“Your room is now here. This is your home too. Tomorrow, let Kasa help you pick up books and uniforms from kost.”

“Good, Bun.”

“Oh, yes. You can change the call to mama, but if it's convenient call mama, it doesn't matter.”

Myria nodded again. He hasn't been able to talk much since.

Madam Nasita smiled and rubbed Myria's head. She seems to have been such a hobby since she first met. “Wait for Kasa here. Mama call him.”

“I–iya, Mother.”

However, Mrs Nasita has not been able to leave the room, the door of the room has been opened first from the outside.