Honeymoon ( 8 )
The shirt sleeve that Bara had folded was straightened back by Ranti.
"A little formal, Bara. Do not fold your shirt sleeves like this. This is a traditional event. All your behavior will be seen by your elders later."
"Issshhhh why are you so exaggerated Ma. Everything is wrong," Bara protested irritably.
Bara, who had lived in America for college, felt that his freedom was taken away because he was restrained by custom. According to Bara, there were too many trivial matters in Minang.
Ranti pinched Bara's arm with full force.
"Don't say it's too much."
"Mama it hurts," Bara said hysterically.
"That's why your mouth needs to be guarded. It seems like you say the Minang's custom is too much. Because you have lived in America that upholds freedom. Remember Bara we live in P city which has the philosophy of Basandi Syarak, Syarak basandi Kitabullah. Never forget that. Wherever you are, never forget your customs and origins," Ranti said curtly.
"Yes, Ma," Bara said yes to Ranti because he didn't want to argue with his mother.
"Who will accompany you to sleep at Dila's house? You have to bring a friend of two people. They will accompany you to make a thanksgiving after dawn prayers."
"There is Abi, my driver, and Dayat, Papa's driver. Is it for the dawn prayer, Ma?" Bara's forehead tripled when she heard Ranti's words.
What kind of custom is this? Why do we have to have an event like this? Bara's mind was in turmoil. He never woke up at dawn because Bara himself had never prayed five times a day. He was only Islam on his ID Card.
"What kind of custom is this, Ma? How troublesome." Bara protested again.
"When you haven't been born, this custom already exists. Do you want to be fired as a child?" Ranti threatened Bara with an attached look.
"Have you finished the debate?" Herman asked, who was appearing in Bara's room.
"Papa."
"Mama is not arguing, Pa, just wants to give advice to this naughty boy," Ranti explained the situation. "Why did you go to the room?"
"The boys have come to pick up Bara," Herman said with dignity.
Bara, Ranti, and Herman immediately went downstairs to meet Dila's relatives.
Representatives of the Bara family had welcomed Dila's family. There was Iqbal as Dila's biological brother in the group. One of the male elders from Bara's family checked the pickup requirements. A Carano was given to Bara's elder. The middle-aged man checked the contents of the Carano, there were betel leaves, fruit betel nut, and cigarettes. A smile etched on the lips of the elders. Completed the requirements and Bara can be brought.
Before the event of Bara's departure, the elders of each family replied to the rhyme. After the program of replying to the rhyme was finished, Bara was taken away by the Dila's family.
Dayat and Abi followed the car that was carrying Bara. Three cars lined up behind.
Fifteen minutes on their way, they finally arrived. The entire of Dila's family welcomed Bara's arrival. There were Defri, Naura, Lusi, Ria, and other elders.
"Welcome to this house." Defri said.
"Thank you, uncle," said Bara respectfully.
"Don't call me uncle. Just call me Papa. Isn't in-laws the same as our parents?"
Bara smiled faintly.
"Okay, I mean Papa." Bara corrected his words.
Defri gently patted Bara's shoulder. Didn't forget that Defri invited the group to enter the house. They had already prepared a meal to eat.
Abi and Dayat brought Bara's suitcase. Naura and Ria quickly grabbed their respective suitcases and took them to Dila's room.
The men were busy chatting warmly while eating the dishes that were served.
Meanwhile in Dila's room, she was shaking. Tonight she will sleep in the same room as Bara. Even though they had agreed to be friends, she was still nervous.
Naura and Ria knocked on the door of the room. Dila immediately opened the door. Naura and Ria put a suitcase into Dila's room.
"Whose suitcase is this?"
"Who else? Your husband's," Ria said, while chuckling with laughter.
Dila smiled compulsively. It was unusual for her to be that stupid. If it was not Bara's then who else.