"Halo Tante.. apa kabar?"
"Aaaaaaah, Chris... Baru aja Tante sama om Atung omongin kamu di mobil tadi." (It's funny how she is bold enough to admit that she and her husband talking about me behind my back. Amazing!)
"Tante dengar kamu sekarang kerja di Dubai yaa?"
"Ah, nggak juga Tante. Dengar dari mana?" (How did she even manage to her about that?!!)
"Kamu sudah punya pacar belum?"
"Belum Tante, masih cari2" (Iya, looking for boys, not girls. Ha!)
"Look no further! Ini ada anak Tante... Puput!!" (She fiercely calls her daughter and literally. Yes my dear readers, LITERALLY pushing her towards me).
"Puput, nanti sebelum pulang jangan lupa tanya nomor telepon koko. Jangan lupa ya!"
That scene really did happen in the wedding ceremony of the daughter of my mum's old acquaintance. Yesterday.
I was so happen to attend the wedding because I know the bride and her family so well. Had I knew I would meet this Tante Norak in this wedding, I would refuse to come...haha.
And you know what, right after I could free myself from that perfect embodiment of norakness, her husband "si Atung" jumped replacing her place interrogating me in even more norak-fashion than his wife (not to mention his fashion-missing choice of apparel).
He asked me how much I earn every month, where I work, all of the benefit I received from workplace, etc etc.
What is this??!! A collaboration plot to matchmake me and their daughter?? Measuring bibit-bobot-bebet of the son-in-law-to-be?
My mum and dad saw the whole charade, of course. And we all, know too well about the norak family's background. Know too well about the money-grubbing history of the whole family lineage.
I am sooooo not coming to wedding ceremony *shake head*
*planning to go look for eyecandies elsewhere* lol...
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