We've Been Matchmade
Snacking

"So far, we're just fighting our kids. After they graduate, we'll ask them to get married. Then we will be true brothers. Besan because our children are married!" said Umi with a cheerful voice. Then there was an answer from a female friend who guaranteed the words umi, he also asked for approval from the fathers.

"Alright, since everything is agreed, then this matchmaking is absolute!" firm friend mom. "Let's take care and prepare our children so that later after they graduate about four or five years we are ready to be besan. MashaAllah!"

Curious. I, who had just returned from school and was intending to fetch water in the refrigerator, peered into the living room to see who the people who made the matchmaking deal with my parents were.

I almost jumped when I saw who was talking to my parents. His parents were Dinda Annisa. Om Hasan and Aunt Fifi. This isn't wrong, is it? What Umi and Abah understand with whom they betrothed the only child. Didn't Umi and Abah do the research first, so as to know the quality of the prospective son-in-law? The matchmaking is not playful, at least ask the child concerned first, do you want to be betrothed to a Dinda?

Without permission, my mind immediately reflected on Dinda Annisa's face. My grade student who is always bad during the exam, diligently satirized by the teacher because he never understood the lesson and somehow he could enter the IPA class which incidentally filled by smart people. Some say Dinda can cheat during the major exam, some say it is just a coincidence. Maybe the teachers want to change their circle of friends to be smarter. We usually depend on our friends. Many associate with smart people so the hope can be smart contagion as well.

I would love to interrupt, but remember the teachings of Abah and Umi to prioritize manners. Whatever you want to do, remember to always keep the adab. If I openly protest with this matchmaking while explaining the reason that Dinda is not the girl I want to be my future companion because she is not smart while I hope to get a partner who is brain-level with me as the general champion in school since elementary school. This belongs to the category of disrespectful, his parents can even be offended even if that is the reality!

Very agitated, I was forced to go up to the room on the second floor. Change clothes, calm down while waiting for Abah and Umi guests to come home.

***

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Dinda Annisa with a dowry a set of tools salat paid in cash!" I said, shaking Om Hasan's hand

"Well"

"Well" said two witnesses

Alhamdulillahot. The guests were happy, but I felt otherwise. Why Dinda? There are many other girls who, if they talk, always connect with me, who don't spend their time on wasteful things like reading children's magazines. Eg Orange.

I accidentally caught the shadow of an orange among the princess guests. He lowered his head to cover his wet eyes. That girl must be sad about this wedding because I know she likes me, even since she was in first grade.

Orange once expressed her feelings directly to me, but I refused because school was not the time to date. I want to focus on learning, realizing my ideals. While love at an early age is clearly just futility because it does not know where the destination is.

"Sorry Orange, you shouldn't have come. I am just like you, sad about this marriage. It is inconceivable how my children will be, nurtured by a mother whose IQ is substandard and also colloquial!" I said in my heart

A woman in a white dress came out of the room, she was deliberately hidden until her Kabulen ijab was legitimate. I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a veil. With courtesy he greeted me, his graceful demeanor stunned me. Is it true that Dinda who is usually like a chili caterpillar, can not stay still, moving around.

"My husband, thank you for letting me know. InshaAllah, from now on I will be devoted to you. I will be a good wife, mother and daughter-in-law to you, our children and your parents. Accept my devotion, please guide me and be patient with all my shortcomings." he asked in Dinda's soft voice to the point of stunned me.

The veil has not been revealed yet. Dinda stated that she would open it later after the two of us as a form of respect for me.

The dinda? Is this really Dinda? But why isn't he the same one I used to see at school?

***

"dreams. Astagfirullah." I immediately taawuz, then read the prayer.

"the dream? What are you dreaming?" Umi was so curious, sitting on the edge of my bed, waiting until I told her.

"It's okay, Mi."

"Iiihhh Dihya, dong's story. Umi wants to know!'

"Mi, the name of the nightmare can't be told."

"Nightmare? Really a nightmare? Yes, already then. May the child of Umi be kept away from all dangers. Now the prayer game, after it comes down, eat yes with Umi and Abah" said Umi.

I rubbed my face with both hands. The nightmare? Was that a nightmare? Not otherwise? Astagfirullah, I hurriedly diverted my mind so as not to be provoked by it all. Thinking about. Isn't the devil the smartest looking for loopholes affecting humans.

***

"Mi, that afternoon Umi talked to Uminya Dinda, right?" my question, while helping Umi wash our used dishes dinner.

"Hmmm, yes." replied Umi, still focusing on the laundry. "Why do you ask? Did you hear Umi's talk?"

"That's serious or just a guyonan?" I asked back.

"Seriously."

"Mi?"

"Lho, why? Kan used to be asked, later you want to find your own soul mate or Umi Carikan. You say you want to be found, yes already, just match with the children of friends umi and Abah." Umi smiled sumringah. "Partially you and Dinda already know each other, one class too, right? No problem, dong!"

Yep, one class and I know all of Dinda's disgrace and that's a problem for me!

"But that was it, Mi. Dihya time is still Junior High. He answered carelessly because Dihya was still in school and had not thought of a soul mate."

"But Umi is serious! Now you're still in school, so why think about it?" Umi smiled at me.