"Is there any other way to meet your parents? Besides Blangkon?", i asked her that.
"C'mon, you said you wanna impress them, this is the only way", she insisted.
Really, i was not confident at all. I began to question my own self-esteem. I had to find another way, that was what i thought. Rini's parent were indeed very strict when it came to traditional dress. But, Blangkon? It was beyond my craziest imagination, my earlier plan was wearing a nice short-sleeved batik and simple pants. The more i thought about it, the more stress i got.
Finally, we arrived at Rini's parent house. They welcomed us warmly. Warmer than i expected. It turned out not to be as bad as i thought. Her father treated me like we already known each other, her mother always smiled at me and the food was great.
Rini smiled at me, i smiled at her back. We were happy.
"See, it's not really that bad. You worried too much", she said on our way back home.
I just smiled and hold her hand tighter
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