My Dear Teacher
Package From Candidate Mantu

"Sorry Rana, but I can't!" Damar said, firmly. The man must have principles. Abstinence to give false hope if you can not realize, let alone someone is already good like Rana. He has made his choice, namely Bu Dita, and until anytime he will fight.

"Give me a chance once, Mar. I'll prove that I can be better than Ms. Dita. What am I lacking anyway, Mar? I don't lose to him either. Even my age is much younger than her!" Rana.

"Ran, age is not a problem, but the comfort he gives, his kindness and certainly he is not arrogant. That's what makes me love Ms. Dita, Ran. Actually I have sympathy for him, but because you are too proud of yourself, consider it better than Bu Dita, the sympathy is gone. I'm even more sure I chose it!" Damar. "It's Ran, if you don't want to help it's okay. I'll try it myself. I'm sure, sooner or later will get Mother's blessing. Thank you for being honest about admitting everything. But I hope you stop doing everything. Stop asking you to love you by forcing me to marry you. We can't be together, Ran."

"Is that? Damar, you know, I've been patiently waiting for you these five years. I want to be there whenever I will wait. I'm sure sooner or later you'll choose me. Damar, you have to remember one, thing. Your mother only wanted me as part of her son-in-law because she realized what your quality was. All this time my mama's been successfully framing by equating you with your father. Result, the, the trauma that your mother experienced by your father's nature and attitude managed to make us convince her that the only one who deserves to be your soul mate is me because your mother is afraid that you will not be able to be the head of a good family, you won't be the man in charge and then at the end of the story you'll be the same fate as your father. Entering old age ends up in a social parlor." Rana smile. A smile that made Damar surprised was also upset that he finally saw the other side of a Rana. Shortly after that Rana only realized it had slipped due to emotions that he could not withstand. He had unpacked all the plans that had been well prepared by his mother.

While Damar, the girl he usually saw was so kind, meek but also cunning. But again Damar calmed down because he had seen the truth again.

"Have you?" ask Damar.

"The room!" Rana shrieks softly. He actually wanted to cry, heartbroken because he did not get Damar's sympathy. The only weapon of mercy he destroyed himself. But Rana still believes, because he has the support of mother and sister Damar.

After talking to Rana, Damar chose to pull to a place that made his heart calm. Where else if not to the house of Miss Dita. Only a matter of days he will be the husband of a woman who has introduced love to him. A woman who can calm her heart.

The arrival of Damar who always suddenly now does not make Bu Dita shocked. He also knew that Damar had come because something was bothering him. People say that men go home to women who make them comfortable. Bu Dita is trying to be the best home for Damar although he also has to remind the young people that they are not halal and there are limits that must be maintained.

"How many more times you go back and forth here. It's been said, if anything important comes to my uncle alone" said Bu Dita, from the doorstep.

"The parents are the same mother, the time of discovery is the same Mr. Wiguna." replied Damar perfunctorily.

"Mara!"

"Mom, marry yuk."

"You're patient. Not for another week."

"Yes Mom. I also promise, I have to keep the promise. I'll marry you when I graduate!"

"InshaAllah."

"Mom,"

"Go back!"

"Yes .. but still missing."

"Astaghfirullah Damar."

"Later if Halal can be missed?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"OKAY. I'm h-home. But ...."

"But what?"

"Mom didn't miss me?"

Ms. Dita smiled.

"Are we just smiling?"

"There, when I get married, I answer."

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"The room!"

"Why Ma'am? Is she still missing?"

"Huss is delicious. Just a minute." Ms. Dita hurriedly went inside. Then out brought two large packs of food.

"A lot, for me?"

"No. To Ms. Anis. Titip. That's what's in my cooking box. I hope Miss Anis likes it."

"Cieee's willing to bribe the future-in-law."

"The room!"

"Hehehe. Continue for me where?"

"For you later.. InshaAllah if I get married I will make it."

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Two people who are drunk in love are both saying goodbye. Then Damar left accompanied by a smile of Bu Dita. There are still days before they are lawful and they must hold that feeling until it is valid before Allah.

***

"What are you doing back and forth here?" bu Anis intercepted her firstborn in front of the door.

"Someone wants Damar to talk about." Damar handed over the parcel from Bu Dita.

His mother accepted with joy. They even eat the food in the box. "Where did you buy this, Mar? So yummy. Mother had eaten a layer as delicious as this once at the hostess Orange, that's you know, whose husband owns a coal mine in Kalimantan. Well it tastes exactly this, delicious, not too sweet.sadly mother used to only get one piece."

"Where to try?" Nanda, Sigit and Lala try. Just like her mother, the three of them also praised the taste that fits on the tongue. Not like those sold in the shops.

"That's from Ms. Dita, Bun." Damar replied.

"Huekkk, it deserves this weird feeling. Don't-don't have put this something in." said Ms. Anis.

"Something, Bun. It's delicious like this." said Sigit and asserted Lala. "If you don't want to, here, let it be for Sigit and Lala."

"Ehhhh that's delicious," Ms. Anis kept the box away from Sigit's hand. He who prestige to Damar but still want to feel the pleasure of the sandwich cake was reluctant to give everything to his second son. "This let the mother throw away!" resolute Ms. Anis. "You don't eat it anymore. If so, how?"

"It's okay, Bun. At most fullness if eaten all alone." said Damar while giggling. He knew his mother would never throw it away, but Damar did not want to comment much because he did not want his mother to be embarrassed.

"This one's gonna get thrown away, too, Bun?" ask Sigit, pointing at the other parcel.

"Hmm" replied Ms. Anis.

"Then Sigit love the neighbors only. This was quite delicious and seemed expensive." when Sigit was about to carry the parcel, Nanda swiftly prevented. "What the hell, brother?"

"Heh, let the mother throw away. This is not a child's business like yours!" nanda said while glaring.

Damar, Sigit and Lala were just shaking their heads at their mother and sister who were still very prestigious.