Not the First
Egotistical
"The lecturer is not dating, Rey," Pras who just entered the classroom gave news to Rey.
He could not wait, because it was more than 15 minutes the lecturer who was waiting did not come, Pras took the initiative to go to the administration room.
He met Mbak Diah who served in the economics department of the employee class. From the description of the woman, the lecturer was unable to attend because there was an outside task.
"Well, why wasn't it announced earlier, yeah,"
" Said Mbak Diah already taped notification this afternoon. I don't know, maybe flying in the wind,"
"So you wanna go home or wait here?" pras
"Stage. Another hour there's an accounting,"
" Yeah, we're looking for a drink instead of a bengong here" Pras asked.
Rey did not reply, her gaze still fixed on her gedget screen. He was seen chatting in WA with someone.
"Wibie wanna come here?" ask Pras again.
Rey closes the WA and keeps the HP back in her pocket.
"No. He was again in Duren palm, after I went straight there, he wanted to see Devara,"
"Oh, the pants are not intending to campus again," ledek Pras
"I think he really wants to go to college here, it's just that you just want to," continued Pras again.
Rey smiled faintly, he got up from his seat and stepped towards the canteen
"Where are you going?" pras was confused. He said he was not responded to and was left.
"Say I'm looking for a drink, what the hell," Rey starts sulking
"Yes, he. he..." Pras immediately lined Rey's steps and walked to the cafeteria.
"The class was quiet, because the PE lecture was on the run from class," said Wibie.
"Daddy, here. There is info on the ga don't want to share," said Rey snorting annoyed.
"They don't want to share or we just want to share. Mbak Diah already said, the announcement has been on paste," Pras tried to remind.
"Yes, yeah..."
Both are laughing. Laughing at his own silliness.
They continued to walk down the corridor of building B to the cafeteria at the back of the building.
Some friends who passed by them were invited to the cafeteria just waving their hands. Prefer to sit on the side of the stairs while chatting with other friends.
"You ain't eating?" pras asked when they were sitting in the cafeteria which was starting to quiet down.
"No. If you want to eat pesen, I want to eat at my mom's house,"
"It's not so laper yet. It was also brought by the kebab of Mas Wibie,"
Rey took out a small green box from her backpack. He opened the box and thrust it towards Pras.
"Now, make a drink. It's good for a stomach odd," Rey said with a thin smile.
"That's your husband preparing for his wife to let her laper off, why was it even given to me,"
"There are 3. I'm quite one. I was full," he explained again.
"Alhamdulillah, the sustenance of the son of Sholeh. I'm eating this, so don't eat food"
"Whatever it is, your stomach is the one that fusses," Rey said.
Pras pouted towards Rey. Sometimes Rey likes to talk to Pras.
Pras washed his hands with a handsanitaser that was always in his bag. Then take one kebab out of the box and devour it greedily.
"Enak, Pinter is also your husband's cook," he said.
"The reason is proven, live manasin in the microwave,"
"Oh, this is good too. Try to buy a lot, make my stock also at home. Understandably bachelor, likes laper at night but no one wants masakin,"
"Ah, woe, have been given free instead ask for the raw as well,"
"I pay. Very calculated anyway," said Pras began to be upset.
Rey chuckles for a moment to see Pras expression that suddenly glares at her while putting on a fierce pretentious face.
"Your husband is very good, his wife lectures brought provisions. The service is satisfying like that?"
"Hadew,"
Pras smiled, he did not continue his joke because Rey had put on her fierce face.
The orange ice they ordered has arrived. Putting down the glass, the waiter asked,
"What did you eat, Bang?"
The waiter immediately left and left them
"Why Wibie won't meet me, yesterday. Does he know me already?" pras asked curiously over Wibie's attitude to quickly leave the class without approaching them.
"He's jealous of you" Rey said lightly.
"Huh, I'm not wrong,"
"Yes, he had a reason. He thinks I'm treating you so special, out of so many college friends why are you the only one invited to the wedding?"
"Well, why do you think? I think it's weird too!" Pras again.
"Indeed I don't want to hang. Besides since we just started college, I don't want them to know I'm married, either,"
"Loh," Pras frowned and looked seriously at the woman in front of him.
"Why?"
"I'm ashamed" Rey spoke so quietly, her voice barely audible to Pras.
"Your husband is handsome, well-established, smart, and most importantly he loves you so much, so what makes you ashamed? Is it because of her status as a widower?"
"Not that. I'm ashamed of marrying young. Since childhood I aspired to college until graduation, work, then marriage,"
"That's your plan. But God wants something else. If your plan goes your way, you don't necessarily have a husband like Wibie, either,"
"Please dong Rey. Life has to be realistic. Look out there! How many women your age are so jealous of you,"
"Dear?" ask Rey confused.
"Yes. You're still young. But at your age now you can live your function as an employee, student, wife, and mother. Honestly, not many can do that. Most of them are still happy to spend their parents' money and poya-poya,"
"That's so different. If my parents were rich, I might as well be like them" Rey defended herself.
"Different, Rey. God chose his way of life this way because he believed your shoulders were too strong to do everything well,"
"It's very wise of you,"
"I'm one of those people who used to live well. Since childhood all my needs are fulfilled, college is also fully funded by my parents, once graduated they have also prepared a prestigious job for me. See, as a result, my life has been too comfortable until I turned 31 I didn't dare to make a decision,"
"I mean," search Rey again
"I've gotten used to my parents' luxurious facilities until I felt overwhelmed. For me getting married will be a burden, for that I choose more comfortable myself. I'm afraid that my wife and children are just a burden,"
"Yes Allah. Why do you think so?"
Pras just smiled wryly. He only realized that age would not wait for him to be ready for a decision.
"Because I can't make decisions about my life. I'm so jealous of you. You're still young but you've been able to define your life's purpose firmly,"
"Because of circumstances,"
"It is precisely the circumstances that make up the character of man. For example, we,"
"One is firm in attitude even though he is young, the other is already aki-aki but still plan plin," added Pras again.
Both silent. Rey smiled at herself, Pras did the same. They are busy with their own thoughts.
"Whatever therapy you cover your status on campus or in your neighborhood anyway they'll eventually figure it out by themselves. You're gonna get pregnant soon, right? Or are you putting it off?"
"No. I didn't stop myself from getting pregnant. If it is given a spit yes Alhamdulillah,"
"Well that's pinter. Be fair to your husband, begin to introduce him as your husband slowly,"
"Make an announcement, that's it"
"I think you're a smart man, it turns out to be a sucker" Pras joked.
"I don't know what you mean?" exciting Rey.
"Replace your WA DP with a photo of the two of you. Already married is still like a high school boy," joked Pras.
Maybe Rey's face was red at that moment. He just realized, he had never replaced DP WA since the first time using a cellphone purchased by Wibie long before they were married.
"Yes, yeah. Why don't I think" Rey whispered inwardly.
"Thank you, yeah"
"For what?" pras
"It reminds me,"
"We should remind each other. You have me as my sister" explained Pras with a gaze fixed on Rey's eyes.
"Thank you, Bang,"
"Ha.ha...I don't want to be called Brother. Feels old. Even though he's 31 but still looks like a 20-year-old boy, right?"
Both laughed out. Rey is lucky, she can find a friend as good as Pras.
"Hopefully her husband's jealousy will disappear as time goes on,"