Chapter 1 BUNDA (inspiring women)

 I held my head up, the book entitled Anthology of Rasa (Illustrated Edition) by Ika Natasya was still in my hands.  Move to improve sitting position, slightly twist the body left and right, then both hands simultaneously close the book and place it on the table in front of me.

 Staring at the clock on the wall that reads Arabic numerals in a small wooden cube-shaped box.  There were only four Arabic numerals written on the small wooden cube.  Namely the numbers 1, 3, 6, and 12. The position of the number 3 on the right side, parallel to the number nine on the left side.  The position of the number six is ​​at the bottom parallel to the number twelve which is above it.  The rest are just small pieces of black wooden cubes, between the Arabic numerals.  In the center there is a sun-like shape that reads the word Allah, with gold and black paint, at the center of which is the long hour hand and the short hour hand, indicating twenty-five minutes past nine in the evening.

 Suddenly the eyes became blurry and dark for a while, nausea and pain in the back of the head appeared together.  I've been feeling it almost every day for the past two weeks.  I got up from my seat, my hands on the wall, slowly walking towards the room.

 At the door of the room, the headache was getting worse, holding it with both hands to endure the pain.  Slowly lying down on the bed, my left hand pulled a bolster, I hugged tightly to reduce the pain in my head and nausea, while catching my breath.

 My eyes started to feel heavy, closed and opened repeatedly, then my mouth yawned as I blinked.  The eucalyptus oil bottle that I took from the shelf when I entered the room was in my right hand.

 Slowly open the cap of the eucalyptus oil bottle, inhale the aroma of eucalyptus oil that stings the nose to relieve nausea and relieve breathing.  For some reason, the last sip from the bottle of eucalyptus oil made the mind drift away, remembering the quarrel between Mother and I.  The quarrel that changed the course of the ship, which had just developed its sails, was forced to turn the ship around.  For Mother's sake, everything is done for Mother's happiness.

 Early September 1999.

 "Mom doesn't want to know, you have to get married this year too!"  Mother's eyes glared at me, "You're a girl, but hard to manage!  Mother can't afford it, the sooner you get married the better!"

 “Mother doesn't approve of Mia's relationship with Anto, then who should Mia marry?  Mia still wants to make the dreams come true,  doesn't want to get married yet," I wailed while pouring out my heart so that Mother would cancel her wish.

 "It's up to whom, Mother is tired of matchmaking you!  Just embarrass you with everything you do!  The important thing is that the man must be established, responsible, able to take care of you and take you to Allah's paradise!”  Mother said firmly.

 That night's family meeting – I don't know how many times there have been family meetings because of me.  Mother will gather all her children and daughters-in-law, if it feels like I did something that makes her heart uncomfortable, of course all the trials happen because of me – it will make the night even longer.  Oh my God, what else have I done wrong???

 Sometimes I confuse myself, is there really nothing right and good in me?  Since my father died, I don't know how many trials have been held until now.  If MURI held an election, the family session held by Mother could achieve a MURI record, already beating the MPR/DPR sessions alone.

 Two months before celebrating my birthday, another trial was held for violating the curfew that had been set for me.  You can imagine, a fifth semester student, almost 20 years old, must be home at eight o'clock at night, cannot receive guests and make calls after nine o'clock at night.  It's really very special, isn't it?  Welcome to Azmia's life.

 However, the trial this time really made this chest tight, not moving at all.  Apparently my actions this time really made Mother angry and disappointed.  The two married couples – my brothers and their wives – who were also present, couldn't help but feel sorry for the puffy eyes from the water flowing from the corners of my eyes.  They can't do anything, no one can argue if Mother has expressed her wish.

 First Love Ends Suffering

 At the age of 19, for the first time feeling in love, it was both beautiful and painful.  So many men go back and forth trying to settle in the heart, but it is not easy to feel the presence of love that fills the recesses of the heart.  Men are like toys, easy to get and replace with new ones when bored.

 However, that face could not be lost from the first time I met him.  Your heart feels dizzy when you're near him, but feels comfortable with him.  Wiryanto Laksono Arsyad, a big, manly man, his skin is black and sweet, his speech is very soft, he is an independent man.  Since college, he has worked as a freelancer in a local newspaper, in the city of Surabaya, to earn extra pocket money.

 I was in Bogor and he was in Surabaya, two very far apart cities.  Don't be confused, nothing is impossible for a woman whose full name is Azmia Miranti Bratakusuma, who has a hobby of traveling from one city to another.

 The point is that my relationship with Anto is both sweet and tragic, everything is just a memory.  Mid-August 1999, was the last meeting, a journey of lovers who were very romantic, dramatic and ended tragically for their first love story.

 When you get a project with money in Surabaya, it's not fun.  While in Surabaya, of course, Anto accompanied and became a bodyguard.  Happy...???  Certainly, without question, my heart is very happy to be accompanied by someone I love.  However, there is one project given by Mother, which is stuck in my heart.  Crossing to Madura, he met the parents of the man he wanted to betrothed to.

 The Surabaya–Madura trip, Anto's warm embrace when it rained when we were on the ferry.  It was a long journey through the woods on a red-and-black Honda Tiger, to the house I had to go to.  Ahh ... everything feels beautiful and happy.

 This story is very funny and also dramatic.  Have to meet the parents of the man who wants to be matched by Mother, but comes with a man who loves me and vice versa.  It was clear that my arrival was a subtle rejection of the man's parents.  I already have one, so it can't be owned by their son.

 And all this is the cause of the end of the story of the first love, the last trial, and Mother's anger.  Once she learned the news from her future befriend, Mother's anger and disappointment with her daughter could no longer be contained, who rejected their parents' matchmaking.

 “Beep…beep…beep…”

 The sound of an incoming notification from the phone recalls all memories.  My hands groped under the pillow looking for the whereabouts of the cellphone, lazily touching the cellphone screen.  Hmm... who is it at nights like this that it's still on, if you don't read it, you're afraid of something important.  I sighed, luckily the nausea and headache had subsided.

 SMAPI Girl's...

 My eyes widened when I read the name of the new group that suddenly appeared on WhatApp.  Oh no...!

 Wulan: Nice to be together again...!!!

 Mytha : Hi everyone... Miss you All...!!!

 Riska : Allow...

 Wulan is typing...

 Riska is typing...

 Dessy : Miss you to Girl`s...

 Mytha : When do we have kopdar?

 Dessy is typing...

 “Beep...beep...beep...beep...”

 It's so noisy, I haven't had time to read dozens of messages vying to get in.  Silently staring at the mobile phone screen moving, receiving incoming messages.  Ahhh...!!!  too much, dizzy reading it.  I touch the phone screen...

 Azmia : (emocotion waving)

 Silence...

 send or not...

 Mytha : Wow... Mia is really typing!

 Dessy : Mia, yuhuu...

 Oh my gosh forgot, of course my presence was detected by them.  Finally decided to write the send button.

 Dessy : Finally, the sleeping princess woke up too.

 Riska : Mia...!!!  Miss you Darling...!!!

 Mytha : Hi Princess...!!!

 Wulan is typing...

 Damn...!  Why should I appear in that chat, they won't let me go just like that.  Oh no...!!!  This must be Mytha's doing.

 I plopped down on the bed, covering my face with the pillow, hoping the notification sounds would stop soon.  But it seems that hope will not come true, tonight will be a long night.