Shaman Main
Iyan's Application

That afternoon Melati went back on her own, coming home without anyone to take her would not matter to him, but with the mind wandering everywhere making himself limp even though just stepping foot. One side Melati thought of Arka strange according to him, one side thought of Iyan who had expressed his feelings.

Sometimes think to stay, but tired it feels Three years more waiting and just waiting for an Ark, certainly not a little sacrifice Melati for him. It felt like running and detached from Arka, even though he had tried and finally returned.

But this time, it feels like Melati's heart wants to choose Iyan, a simple man who has managed to open his eyes, a good man and what is, sincere and not demanding much on him, he said, although still in doubt is it worth Melati for Iyan?

If you could ask, why not Arka just like that? Why not Arka who proposed and loved him sincerely and patiently. Although that does not mean Arka is not sincere, but this long relationship takes courage to prove a serious word. A handful of hopes to be happy, clashing and mixed with a lot of disappointment against Arka.

I don't know, it's not easy to forget about Arka. Sadness and hurt will be felt.

"Home home Mel!" Mom's sweeping the yard. Without feeling his slow steps have entered the page.

"Yes Mom!" Melati grabs a broomstick from her mother's hand.

"Let's just Mom." Nur's mother didn't give her broom. "Mending to buy shampoo, I saw the shampoo run out."

"Being forgetting to buy ma'am, should buy at the market." Melati moved from her seat just now, stepping towards the front stall that was not far away.

"Bu Lek, buy the shampoo Four!" said Melati while taking money from her bag.

"Four huh?" ask the shop owner's mother, embraced by Melati.

"Just come home Mel?" a young mother came to greet Melati.

"Yes Miss Lek." smile Melati.

"When did you marry Mel? You guys are so good!" the woman spoke like she was starting an exciting conversation.

"Not yet to know Mrs Lek." replied Melati politely.

"Kok don't know yet? 'Has it been a long time? Is it because Arka's mom doesn't agree with you Mel?" bu Lek Tuti asked very curious.

Melati smiled confused to answer what, of course, that is what her mother always felt when she was meeting with many neighbors or anyone in this village. Now Melati understands why Mother is often upset and asks about her relationship with Arka if after from the stall or from the market when selling vegetable garden products.

"I've heard it, he said! Arka's mother disagrees with you. He wants to have a ghost who is good at cooking especially if brought to the family place when giving alms. Must be good at cooking and making cakes so, let's not be shy!" he said very excitedly.

"Melati is not good at cooking Miss Lek, if her mother Mas Arka does not agree it is okay." Jasmine answered subtly.

"Ah you are Mel, if the Arka of love just keep it. But it's also useless, dating for years but his mother does not agree, meaning Arka can not step over his mother's blessing, right?" he said again with lips that were too advanced.

"Let's go home first, Miss Lek, come on!" Melati took the shampoo and gave her the money right away.

"real! Mother has been so tormented by my relationship and Mas Arka all this time!"

That night Melati sat with her mother in the kitchen, deliberately did not move from her seat after eating she wanted to talk to Mom.

"Mother! I'm sorry if you've been stuck because of my relationship with Mas Arka." Melati looked at mom with guilt.

"It's okay Mel, I just feel sad when I listen to their talk, but after I go home I forget about it. I always pray that you get married quickly, and get a good soul mate. I'm sure God will grant it." Mother smiled faintly, looking once sincere feelings on her old face.

"Yes Mom, Melati also wants to be like that." replied Melati grabbed Mom's hand and stroked her wrinkled finger.

"Who's Ma'am?" tanya Melati looked at Mom's face.

"Maybe Arka? Who else but him." I don't care about knocking on that door.

"But the tap of Mas Arka's hand isn't like that." Melati seemed to think.

"Then let me open it." Mother moved from sitting and towards the living room.

The curious jasmine also stood up, she wanted to know who had come.

"Son Iyan!" mother's voice called out Iyan's name, making Melati speed up her steps.

"Assalamu'alaikum Bu." Iyan's voice said a gentle greeting, Arka's not like that.

"Wa'alaikum greetings Nak Iyan." replied Mother happily.

"Dare There Mom?" tanya Iyan was still standing outside.

"Some, come in, Nak Iyan. Mel!" exclaimed Nur's mother calling Melati.

"Yes Mom!" Melati came out with eyes that were already impatient to see the figure of Iyan.

Sure enough, Iyan looks sweet and reconciles the heart. He was so sharp with a forehead that looks perfect because his hair is combed up, neat and handsome.

"Good night Melati." said hello very gently.

"Good night Mas Iyan." Melati replied smiling and then looked down embarrassed.

"Buy this for you." Iyan showed me a large plastic wrapped item that he had been hiding behind him.

Melati looked at him with a very happy heart, a panda doll with milk chocolate. For a long time Melati wanted to buy a large and adorable doll like that, but never came to fruition because besides the expensive price in the village there is rarely anyone who sells.

"Bought it on the side of the road, maybe you like it? Because Mas did not have time to go to the Mall or the doll shop, so Mas bought the existing all back." Iyan felt the gift was not too worthy to be given to Melati.

"I like it Mas, thank you very much" said Melati with full of feelings.

Iyan grabbed Melati's hand and immediately sat down on the simple chair of the room. It seems like there is something important Iyan wants to convey to Melati.

"What's up, Mom?" tanya Melati looked at Iyan's face which looked sumringah.

"Mel, did you think about my proposal yesterday?" tanya Iyan still held Melati's hand.

Melati was nervous, occasionally looking at the kitchen where Iyan was making coffee.

"Mell!" call gently. "If Melati is ready, Mas wants to apply for you with mom directly tonight!" Iyan again said everything without further ado, not being seduced nor did he look afraid to see the mother, nor did he let go of his hand.

"Mas! Is Mas Iyan sure he chose me?" jasmine asked with a sad look, she felt inappropriate for Iyan.

"Mas sure Mel, do you want to be my wife?" asked Iyan again so firmly.