Sam
graduations

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Wulan's wedding day is now entering its first day. The Javanese call it Midodareni Day.

Sam gets no special assignment, he just helps this deficiency-it's behind. It is not a basic task either. There are already more capable people in their field.

As for Sam, he just doesn't know how to help. It feels bad to just sit there and do nothing.

[Today can go to graduation, can't I, Sam?]

A message from Akmal made Sam pat his forehead slowly. He almost forgot his promise.

Sam remembered a few months ago at graduation, some relatives who came and gave gifts to him. Just some. Moreover, graduation friends, it is certain that it becomes the momentum of the gift harvest.

"This means, Nada is also at graduation." Sam stood up then paced back and forth while scrolling the flat screen in hand. "Ah, should I get ready for a bouquet of flowers? Doll or what?" muttered Sam while looking for a parcel reference for Nada.

"But how do I give it? Imagining a flat Tone face left me with no more guts."

"Why, Mas?" asked Revi who was passing by the buffet table. "I noticed from earlier in the day, tap tap the head. Kek' is confused, why the hell?" todong Revi revealed what was on his mind.

Sam immediately changed into a relaxed fashion. "Nothing. Not to be confused, this brat is overkill, you know!" Sam landed one hand to pat the tip of the Revi hijab, so his ignorance makes the tip of the hijab meleyot no longer precision.

"Big, uh!" Revi hurriedly patted his cousin's arm with an annoyed face while Sam chuckled. "I'm not a kid, yeah! Second grade High School, yes, Mom, if you forget!"

"Yes-yes," concluded Sam and Revi soon passed. Maybe she'll fix her hijab.

Revi's excitement was cut short because Wahid called Sam. He said his papa would be up to an hour away. That surprised Sam. He checked his phone, but no, who knows papa called him but he didn't get a single message. The father did not contact him at all if he was going home.

"Sam, here's your papa's car keys! You'll pick him up at the airport in an hour, yeah!" This time Paklik Kusno came to Sam as well as Wahid.

"Your father didn't say the same to you" said Kusno, who knew Sam's confusion. He approached his brother and nephew for just getting info from Siti–sang wife from the story' WhatsApp Tantri–mama Sam.

"Yes, Paklik. Fear Sam who was too late to miss papa's message. I don't know it intentionally."

Just as Sam stopped talking, a call from Rusno–papa Sam came in, leaving Sam alone to take the call.

Kusno and Wahid are now talking about midodareni readiness and making sure the parcels and catering offerings are ready.

The two brothers were also quite relieved because later their families would be gathered completely. They did not even think that his brother would take the time for permission to be able to gather together.

*

In a different place, Nada is being made up by MUA. Together with Mega he has been queuing since dawn. And now come on the turn.

"Crazy, feeling like Ijab qobul, you," said Mega look at the sweet face of Tone who was given a blouse on the cheek.

Tone just glances at a glance. Looks resigned when the fairy put false eyelashes in her eyes. It's gini heavy, yeah. Fate is never heavy make-up.

Tada remembered the last time she was in thick make-up like this, when a neighbor told her to be a spell dancer, namely two young girls who accompanied the bride.

"Father with your mother, have you come, Ga?" tanya Nada to Mega who is self-sufficient.

"Again on the street, Beib," said Mega by busying with his cellphone. "What did your mother wear here, Nad?"

"So wa mom, anyway, want to rent a car like, there's a niece who wants to come too the problem."

"Must the new you also come?" ask Mega again.

"Bubelle, you mean?"

"Who else."

"Follow, but the motor is him. Dateng is also a bit unfortunate. Wait for the clock to end."

"Akaya okay, shoes okay. Byeah perfect!" Mega check the readiness of the clothes that will be Tone wear. "The motor you put here, Nad. Trus we cuss with my car," he continued.

"He'em. Come along, deh," he said resignedly.

"Next don't go home, Dad. Go home to my house first. Mama has a thanks."

"Later let me give you permission, first."

"Let's help me talk, yeah!"

Tone realizes something. "Trus I'm a mosquito dong if your girlfriend comes."

"Yes, yes I cuekin you. Therefore, accept Adit or Atar that you told me about."

Sure enough, Mega started again meroasting Nada.

"Gawur you!" It's over Nada's patience to become a victim of roasting by Mega.

"Mistake it yourself, there's a proposal you refuse. If you've received it from the past, there must be someone who guarantees you, right."

Mega scraped back old stories when Nada was only second semester. Nada to not dare to go home because there are neighbors who have gone to the house to ask for Nada. In view of the work, already fairly established. Because the figure that Nada never mentioned his name already had one building shop in its place.

"Who wants to marry young." The tone was finished in makeup now standing in front of Mega. He pulled his friend into the dressing room.

Nada and Mega darted with a car driven by Mega to the event building.

Time to enter the graduation event. The tone that has been lined up according to the field of his prodding is now mingled with hundreds of graduates and graduates.

One of the buildings in the city center became the venue of the event. Can not be expressed in words, how happy Nada to this point.

Until a series of events after events passed. It was time for Nada to meet her parents. There was a nephew present as well.

"Here, Kalis, take pictures!" The girl at the age of Junior High asked for Nada's cell phone and immediately aimed at Nada who was standing between her father and mother.

"Thank God, congratulations, son." The mother's voice made Nada moved and immediately embraced the satin veiled woman affectionately.

"Alhamdulillah, it's a relief that you can graduate with cumlaude predicate, Tone." Hugged the Tone. "Proud of it, the only son of the father can take good care of himself. Hopefully in the future you can channel the education that you have, yes, son."

For a moment Nada was fixated on the father's confession. There was a sense of joy and sadness to hear the words of his first love.

True love, sincere love without expecting anything in return. Those who wish only the best for their happiness. There is no love as sincere as the love of parents for their children.

O God, let me make you happy for you and your mother. Enough I let them down so many times for making them ashamed. Hopefully on another occasion I can make him happy beyond this happiness.

Mother wiped Tone's tears carefully.

"Fear of her makeup fading, Nduk," said the mother as Nada smiled looking at the person who had been pregnant for nine months.

"Assalamualaikum," cried Mega on one family who was gathering at a special photo spot to take pictures.

Megan came with her parents. They shook hands before walking together to a roomy area in the courtyard of the building.

Both of their children are like brothers for eight semesters this makes two families so familiar.

"Nada let's come with us to the house first, yes, ma'am. I want a small thanksgiving. If you agree mbok(emphasis sentence) njnegan (your name is Javanese kromo Inggil) all also come to the house!"

Hardi elbowed his wife and shook her head slowly.

"When, ma'am. Next to the house there is a neighbor. It's not good to stay." Marni was talking as is.

"Well, we're helping out right now at a neighbor's house with a 'gawe'. When is it our turn to have the gawe–, ma'am?"

Tami–ibu Mega's speech slightly pinched the Tone. Tami didn't mean that.

"Hopefully as soon as possible, yes, Ms. Tami. We leave our children to God. Hope you got the best for them." It was Marni's very sincere voice when she said that.

"Hopefully in motion, yes, Miss Marni. I want grandchildren."

I glanced at Nada who pretended not to hear all the talk. "Yes yes, Mom. 22 Years old if in the village, it is considered feasible. It's common to get married."

"Yes, that's how it is in the village."

Hardi and Marni did not linger there. In the neighborhood, there is a wedding. So the two decided to go home and told Nada to be careful when she came home.

While Sam who did not stop watching Nada and his family seemed to smile wistfully.

"Udah. There's samperin, Sam!" Royan spoke by patting his back.

"Yes, show me you're still the same Sam." Akmal's been pumping.

Sam was standing between two people still wearing toga clothes. He really came to congratulate his two best friends. If you do not play games for a year, you can make sure the two friends have graduated one year ago.

Just as Sam was about to step up, the presence of the person before Nada made him fixated.

Sam hid the bouquet of flowers and chocolates beautifully wrapped behind his back.

Really, Sam's courage seemed to fade just like that when Tone smiled. The heart felt even more squeezed as Nada and the man in ASN batik clothes stood beside her. The sweet smile that was painted on those pink lips seemed to be bitter to him.

Sam turned around the body powerless to see that.

"Sam" said Royan and Akmal at the same time. Seeing Sam's face forcing a smile made their slengean souls change.

They felt the sadness Sam was experiencing.

Sam walks back to his car after saying goodbye to Royan and Akmal, if he's going to pick up his parents.

Sam looked at the trash and turned his head to look at Nada.

"Om asking for the chocolate, dong!"

Smile slowly at Sam's full lips. He saw a little boy standing up to him. He bowed to the height of the boy and whispered something. After the boy understood, Sam gave him a pack of chocolate from his pocket. He told the boy to give a bouquet to Nada. The bouquet that he was about to throw away pointed to Nada who was still taking pictures with friends who were increasingly stalking him.

"To the sister who wears the pink hijab, yes!"

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...Note: The tone that is usually called Buna at school, I will still call Nada when not in the school scope anymore! So, don't be confused, yes man friend🙏...