The Troubles of Being a Bachelor

"Auntie, isn't this bottled chili? This isn't making fried rice anymore, it's cooking white rice.

Where there is no butter, no garlic seasoning, no salt, no soy sauce, no shredded chicken and no omelette!" Hasfi said as she stirred the tasteless white rice on the pan.

"Silent, please! I want to buy all of that. Just want to buy rice to prepare for tomorrow, this auntie is really confused where to get the money," Saharia whispered.

Hasfia feels guilty for protesting many things. While one woman beside her, reflexively elbowed Hasfia to understand the situation.

"This is not your house, hey! Use a little brain if you want to protest!" annoyed Dina.

"Sorry-sorry, I didn't realize this mouth," Hasfia whispered feeling guilty.

About almost 10 minutes they were in the kitchen, finally the perfunctory dish was ready. Luckily, Hasfia and Dina had money saved so they bought eggs for their omelette.

"Ready, time to eat. But first call Nafisa," said Saharia happily. It wasn't the food that made Saharia happy.

But she was grateful that there were side dishes that could be friends with the tasteless fried rice.

"Auntie just eat at the table, okay? We want to eat in Nafisa's room. Is it okay, Auntie?" asked Hasfia, grinning widely.

No need to wait a long time, now Hasfia and Dina are in front of the bedroom door. Once or twice, they tried to knock on the door, but there was no response from inside.

"We're dead, Din! I think Nafisa is really angry. What's this?" Hasfia guessed that she was angry at this time.

"Really, Has?!"

The two women were now banging on each other's door. The screams calling for Hasfia's name continued to echo.

"Auntie, Nafisa doesn't want to open the door," shouted Hasfia complaining to Nafisa's mother.

In a panic, Nafisa walked quickly to her duaghter's doorstep. She knew what was going on there.

"Get out of the way. Let me try calling Nafisa,"

Saharia started screaming for her daughter's name while knocking on the door. Just as the two friends of her daughter did earlier, it didn't work at all.

So, the three women shouted at each other and knocked on Nafisa's door in a panic.

"What is it?"

The unanimous voice from behind startled the three women who were trying to open the door.

"Hey, Fadli. This is your daughter inside, she hasn't opened the door. Open it first!" Saharia asked her second child.

"Hey!"

Fadli snorted in disgust to hear it. The man dressed in his high school uniform had just come to the house. "Just break the door!" said Fadli lightly.

With a state of still having full energy even though he just got home from school, the man immediately kicked hard at the door in front of him.

Set!

"It's already noisy, okay? Fadli wants to go into the room, want to rest. Don't make a fuss like people are at a demonstration," said Faldi, he spoke to his mother.

However, his eyes were alternately looking at his sister and two best friends.

"Yes, little boy!" compact Hasfia and Dina realized the code given.

Fadli walked away, while the three girls in front of their compact eyes stepped into the room.

How surprised they were to find Nafisa lying on the floor.

"Gosh! Nafisa waht are you doing?" cried her mother most panicked.

Nafisa was immediately raised on a wooden bed whose mattress was no longer soft.

"Give me the eucalyptus oil first!" asked her mother, Nafisa continued to panic.

"Y-yes, Auntie!" replied Dina panicked.

The three of them tried their best to bring Nafisa out of her stupor. Starting from giving aromatherapy to her nose to wagging Nafisa's face to wake her up.

"Hmmm..."

Nafisa squirmed at last Her voice is now heard and makes people nearby breathe a sigh of relief.

"Mom, why me?" asked Nafisa weakly.

"Mom should be the one asking you, Nafisa. What are you doing? Mom is worried to see your condition suddenly fainting like that. It makes you panic, son," said Saharia gently with a worried face, Saharia rubbed the top of her daughter's head while trying to help her wake up on the back of the bed.

"Here, Mom. I'm hungry," said Nafisa a little doubtfully. "I want to eat, but her name is prestige and i still annoyed with it that's why me doesn't want to leave the room. I don't like this!"

Nafisa vent bluntly. She wanted to realize that her anger was not because she was angry with her mother. However, Nafisa was angry with her two friends.

"Gosh, Nafisa. We're sorry, okay?" said Dina, coming to her senses first. Then followed by Hasfia who clasped her hands to apologize.

"Why are you guys here? Just go home. I'm getting more and more in a bad mood seeing the behavior of the two of you when you're still here," Nafisa said annoyed.

"Girl, go home first, okay. I'll come here again tomorrow. Yes?" said her mother, Nafisa pleaded.

Not wanting to the problem, in the end Hasfia and Dina were forced to leave.

After the two friends left, Nafisa burst into tears. She immediately hugged her daughter tightly.

"Well, why are you so whiny anyway?" her mother teased trying to calm Nafisa.

"Ugh! I-I'm annoyed, Mom," Nafisa spoke, still sobbing. "Well, two of my friends whose brains don't have water at all can actually get a job who has a high GPA, have become useless like this,"

"That means it's their luck. That's what Hasfia and Dina said when they both said that you actually wanted to work in their office. But that's it,"

"What's that, Mom?" Nafisa urged getting emotional.

"Yes, you are short, Darling. Don't worry about it. Think of your friend's job as a gift. Who knows, you might get another job later. Okay?"

Nafisa threw away her anger. In the end, she had no other choice to let it go and grudgingly accepted the fact that she was currently unemployed

"Eat, Nafisa. Your stomach has been rumbling since I heard it."