A Star

Seventy-three

Month passed...

As per mutual agreement, Deva and I will get married tomorrow, all preparations are already 100 ℅ completed.

Although holding a fairly simple wedding, but still must be prepared carefully.

The second marriage was for me and the first for Deva, but still managed to make me insomnia on my wedding night, I couldn't sleep thinking about tomorrow, I couldn't sleep, honestly, my failure to live with Pandu is still a trauma for me.

I had to get out of the room to get some fresh air, hoping that afterwards I could get sleepy,

"hem..it's cold but the weather's fresh!"I murmured after being on the porch of the house and inhaled the cold but refreshing night air.

I walked small among the barefoot grass, the cold dew soaked my feet,

Sreg..

Until I heard a noise, like someone was behind a moving tree,

"who?" I said to vent.

There was no answer, just a few minutes later, I saw a silhouette of someone from the reflection of the moonlight.

"out! who're you?" I said again, but right now I am nervous and scared.

Someone jumped out of hiding, the bright moonlight clearly showed the person's face.

"ka.you?" I couldn't believe it.

"sorry.." she replied.

"what are you doing out there tonight?" ask him after I'm absolutely sure it's Pandu, my ex-husband.

"hem.ak.aku...I just want to see you one last time!" he answered and lowered his head.

"what do you mean?"

"i heard you're getting married tomorrow, right?"

"yeah!" sahutku brief.

"i just want to see your face before you belong to someone else Dara!"

"i don't understand where you're talking!"

"i miss you Dar!"

"what the hell?"

"yes, I'm sorry Dara. I'm sorry for leaving you!"

"all has passed Pan! there's nothing you need to regret anymore!"

"would you forgive me?"

"really?"

"yes, go, if anyone sees you! they're gonna think you're a thief, settling in a dark place like this!"

"thank you, Dara, for forgiving me! to be honest, I've always been guilty of you!"

"that's it. It doesn't need to be discussed anymore! now go before the security guards catch you!"

"alright again, thanks Dara! take good care of yourself and be happy!" he said before leaving.

"you too, take good care of yourself and go back to being the old Pandu!" sahutku.

Pandu just nodded his head and smiled then immediately left my house.

After Pandu died, I cried, remembering everything about Pandu, from beginning to end, the sweet and bitter memories that he had cast in my heart, so deeply felt and imprinted, so deeply, why should he be present at a time like this? on the night of my wedding to Deva?

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As a result, I only slept for two hours, my face looks swollen because after crying last night, without realizing I was asleep.

"easy after making up, this patch is invisible!" hope I am in my heart.

And sure enough, the power of make up is extraordinary, after making over abis abis in addition to wearing a beautiful dress, the, my face looks different from what used to be shabby because it becomes fresh and beautiful

Really I am very grateful for the make up and skillful hands that have polished it perfectly on my face,

"you're so pretty Miss!" praise the woman who had put me on makeup from that blind morning.

"thank you, all thanks to your help!" I said with friendly.

Though a little doubt began to ambush me, I tried to step foot steadily and confidently towards Deva who had been waiting for me in front with the ruler and the witnesses and some relatives who were about to witness the sacred oath between me and Deva.

I lyrics Deva is very handsome with the tuxedo she wears, she looks perfect in my eyes, plus she welcomes me with a bouquet of flowers in her hand.

I grabbed the bouquet of flowers that were thrust at me, and stepped together towards the place where the ijab qobul procession would take place.

A few minutes later, without me noticing, Deva had said the qobul ijab out loud and smoothly in one breath.

And now that my widow's status has been lost, changed into Deva's mistress, I shed tears that I find hard to understand whether these are happy tears or vice versa?

After the procession ijab qobul, will be continued with the reception which is also held simply in my house with small invited guests, Deva also did not invite many acquaintances.

We greeted the guests one by one with a smile, until in the middle of the event, there appeared a man Bule, went up to the table and greeted us both, but his facial expression was flat, a forced smile adorned his lips.

"hi's.. Devas.. The congress!" the man said while hugging Deva's body and patting her shoulder.

Deva's face seemed to change, which was a sumringah, this time stiff expressionless, he did not return the hug of the bule man.

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