100 Days of Being a Widow

Bagin 88: Dinda, A Promise

Unexpectedly, Pras got up from his seat and followed his mother. Dinda ran after Pras. He wants to say sorry.

"Pras I apologize for this mess. All out of my control!"

Dinda pardon pad Pras. It was hard for him to face this. Shame and disappointment mixed into one.

Dinda grabbed Pras' hand. However, immediately the hand was pushed aside by the Goddess Mother.

"Minda. From this moment on, please stay away from my son. Pras is our hope, please cherish our hard work as parents. I pray that you will get the best match and suit you. Forgive us!"

Pras' hand was drawn by the Goddess Mother. The car door was closed, slowly the car drove away from Dinda and all the injuries.

***

From that day on, Dinda never saw Pras anywhere again. He has decided to work with Niken wedding organizer. Once Dinda saw Pras on campus during a thesis hearing, but again, like they never knew each other before.

It was like Dinda met Pras just to return the ring she once pinned on her ring finger and say goodbye. But unfortunately the opportunity was like closed to Dinda. Is that as bad as Dinda's past for the Pras family?

Wound...

The wound was again. Is ever legally married a sin?!

It took a long time for Dinda to heal the wound this time.

***

To heal his wounds, Dinda did healing by finding busyness. She studies social media and advertising. Something he also learned at the college where he attended.

Dinda apply her knowledge, so that the makeup order that comes in is not only for weddings. But also for birthdays and graduations. Even Dinda has had assistants who help her to decorate people in large numbers, such as at graduation events.

Dinda is quite talented in the world of business and relationships. Not infrequently she got makeup orders outside the city of Bandung, even Jakarta. Dinda also fosters her ability in the midwife of the cosmetic business.

Initially he joined as a reseller for a well-known brand. Sales he did both online and offline. Because the interest in the product is very fast, then Dinda penetrated into an agent, and within two months became a distributor. The money he collected made him richer at a young age. He could finance his parents umrah and school for his younger siblings.

Dinda's face was more glowing which made her more confident.

***

Four months passed. Dinda slowly got used to enjoying her injuries. Wounds that arise from bitter experiences of marriage. He enjoyed it, it was normal.

Dinda is still with the same activity. Become MUA and also mejalani college. His work takes away his heart and mind. Until that shackled feeling just passed by.

"Assalamualaikum sis, would you ask if you can make bridal makeup for November 23?"

A message came in. An offer to decorate the bride. The 23rd is Sunday. Of course the order was taken.

H-7 Dinda and Niken have surveyed the location. Preparation has been steady. Niken asked Anita, his new staff to deliver the clothes to be worn when the contract and reception.fitting clothes is done at the home of the bride-to-be because the mother of the bride in a state of illness, the mother of the bride-to-be, she wanted to help her daughter choose clothes.

***

Day H has arrived. The wedding ceremony will be held at 09.00 am. Dinda and team have been at the wedding since 03:00 a.m. It looks like some people are installing half-finished wedding decorations.

The groom has not arrived on the scene. Dinda focused on dressing the bride first.

Several times Dinda had to stop the makeup process, because the bride was busy contacting her future husband who was late due to flooding to access the location.

At 05:00, the bride is ready for makeup.

"Mba Dinda, the groom's coming".

Sari said to one of the staff. His voice is somewhat stammering.

"You sick, Sar?"

Ask Dinda.

But in an instant, Dinda's expression changed. Seeing the figure of the bridegroom in front of him. The man who was ready to be used was named Pras. Yes, Prasetya, a man who had intended to propose her, is now waiting for the time of the contract with other women.

The ring is still attached to the sweetness of the ring. Dinda did not take it off, so that when Pras was in front of him, he intended to return it. However, when Pras was really in front of him, such was the wrong time to finish it. Dinda kelu's lips. Tears want him to spill so that the chest is no longer tight. However, he is also trying to become a professional MUA. He should keep his professionalism in any situation.

"Mba, this is mas Pras, the groom-to-be. Ask for help minimalist self yes mba".

Said Riya, Pras' future wife. Dinda began to pin the clothes Pras was wearing. He replaced it with the clothes he would wear at the time of the contract. None of the conversations came out of the two, even though they were just the two of them in the dressing room . Two eyes met, as Dinda hooked the glove worn after the trousers. Pras took off the shirt he was wearing. Dinda put on another shirt. Draining the shirt, trying to avoid the two eyeballs that lurk.

Dinda's hand was pulled forward. Two eyeballs now collide.

"Don't avoid me, Dinda!"

Pras's breath spur. Dinda looked hatefully at Pras. The wound is thick. It was like seeing an ex-husband's wedding tent standing. Now the wound is repeated. Even more heartbreaking.

"you who shunned me. Even from my destiny!"

Dinda kept her body away from Pras. But Pras did not just stay silent. He pulled back Dinda's body and kissed Dinda's lips with emotion and passion. Hate is mingled with longing, overflowing into one. Dinda lost direction. I forgot who he was at the time. It felt like Dinda slapped the man who was currently his client. But unfortunately, he failed, he enjoyed it. Enjoy the first night that only wishful thinking.

Pras lays Dinda's body on a sofa. They don't care about the frenzy out there. Their bodies fused, blindly fondling.

"I love you, Dinda!"

Pras said, releasing his lips from Dinda's lips.

Dinda Sanggah. Pras pressed his lips against Dinda's. Gayung together, Dinda pulled Pras' lips by force. Enjoyed both .

"I'll prove it!"

Pras said as he continued to hunt down Dinda's body.

"It's too late. You won't be able to!"

Time seems to stop for a while. It was as if the place belonged to just the two of them. Dinda and Pras enjoy each other's fondness. Wounds polished with love. Can it be happy?

Dinda pushed Pras' body. He forced himself to be self-conscious. Who is he and who is Pras now. Just as Ayu entered the room, Dinda and Pras had finished all.

"I think it's done"

Said Ayu who saw Pras was still a mess.

"Mas Pras his whiskers are growing, it will be difficult to groom. So I decided to shave a little of his mustache".

Said Dinda while glancing at the clean face of Pras.

"All right..."

Said Ayu who then sat beside Pras. Ayu looks beautiful and graceful. Ayu is a flight attendant at an airline owned by BUMN. Ayu Father Pras's son. They married because they were married. However, Ayu looks very fond of Pras.

"Mas has memorized his kabul ijab pledge?"

Pras looks shocked. He daydreamed, his mind could only focus on what he had just done with Dinda. Pras' breathing is not even finished.

"That was last night Papa loh who wrote how to read his mistresses. Papa still memorized despite having been married to mama twenty-five years hahaha..."

"haha"

Pras like forced laughter. His eyeballs still stole Dinda's eyes. Even he continued to see the ring that he had pinned on Dinda's sweet day.

"You're still wearing it, Din"

Gumam Pras lirih when Ayu again accompanied her mother in a waiting chair that was located in a different room with a dressing room.

"I'll give it back to you, Pras". Said Dinda while removing the ring she was wearing.

"No, you must wear it!"

Denying Pras.

"It's inappropriate!"

Dinda.

"I will marry you after our status is equal!"

Pras Say.

"You're crazy Pras!"

"Because of you!"

Dinda did not understand Pras's way of thinking. If there is hope. Why did he stay away from her all this time. Why aren't Pras fighting for their relationship?

Dinda cursed Pras in her heart. For him, Pras was too selfish. He imprisoned Dinda in his love. Reluctant to let go, but no longer possible to have.

***

I am pledged with a single breath. The atmosphere of haru includes the feeling of every person in the building. Except for the feeling of Dinda who was sick watching Pras who was sitting together with Ayu.

Madam Dewi realized Dinda's presence. He did not know that his son-in-law was using the services of a Niken Wedding organizer. Miss Dewi pulls Dinda's arm rough into the dressing room. Dinda stared at the hateful former mother-in-law's future mother-in-law.

"Dinda, please stay away from my son. Pras is happy with Ayu. Please don't make him interested in you again!".

Said Lady Goddess in a harsh tone.

"You don't have to worry, Mom. I would never marry a man who had a wife. I am here to decorate Ayu. I'm professional enough for that".

Said Dinda as she left Bu Dewi who stood up with annoyance.

***

Dinda is shrouded in embalming. His mind could not escape what happened this morning. But it all seems like an illusion. In fact, Pras belonged to another woman.

Life must continue. There is no way he is waiting for Pras' promise. He certainly hopes Pras will be happy with his wife. Waiting for someone who has lived with other women is like waiting for a kite to break from the rope. Not necessarily he'll get it.

Dinda stepped forward. Looking for her own happy time. Passes through all the stories that test the power of the heart.

All must be passed, until later he finds, happy that perfects his life.

Seriate....