ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter L: Revenge Will Begin!

The most important thing to be prepared before the wedding is the heart. Wedding dresses, decorations, catering or whatever it is the number so. Because in my opinion, marriage is a sacred, once-in-a-lifetime thing. The heart must be ready to be shackled with something called commitment. Ironic right?

Because I've never been married.

I've been to a wedding a thousand times. From village electone classes to classy jazz music. Unfortunately, my position has always been an invited guest. Not more. I only had the opportunity to go up to the stage once to shake hands with the bride and groom, then queue crammed while carrying a plate of rattan and tissue, waiting to take a set of rice and side dishes.

So, I don't have more expectations at a wedding. Especially in the marriage of someone who should be ours, but fell into the arms of others. Nothing special. Only the pangs were slicing, mingling in the happy laughter of the invited guests.

This time I had another mission.

“What time is the invitation?” ask Mas Jono, disperse my daydream.

“Jam eleven, Mas,” I replied briefly.

“Oh, still a long time. We just relax yes nyetirnya ..” said Mas Jono.

“Iya Mas,” I nodded.

The car we were riding was traveling at a speed leaving Surabaya City. The streets look a bit crowded towards the weekend, a day of freedom for professionals. They choose to spend the holidays out of town with family, spouse or even a dark boyfriend.

In the deepest recesses of the heart, there is in fact an indescribable guilt. Bad views of Mas Jono went extinct immediately. The hospitality of Mas Jono and his wife makes the hatred embedded in the heart immediately molt like teak leaves in the dry season. Sincerely sincere, the couple drove to Malang, which had nothing to do with their business.

“Sampean ndak go home, Mas Abi?” celtap Ma'am Ida, Mas Jono's wife who accompanied driving. Several times she gave bottled mineral water to her husband.

Ms. Ida, a young woman in white and beautiful skin, supported by a slightly shiny makeup. Mas Jono has good taste in choosing women. In fact, the capital Mas Jono can be said mediocre. By the way, Mas Jono is no better than me. Really, a proud achievement because it can make women like Mother Ida bend the knee. I hope someday, I can be as lucky as him.

Suddenly, the mother's advice came back to her ears.

“Name of handsome people, want to search the streets also a lot. But the handsome man whose heart is good is only a handful. The woman sees the man not only handsome. But ...,” mom thought for a moment.

“But from the contents of his wallet yes, Mak?” chirping.

“Iya. No woman wants to live in poverty!” said mother.

I smiled to myself hearing my mother's advice. It was the most realistic advice in the age of falsehood as it is today. No matter what looks as ruined, the important thing is that the contents of the wallet speak.

Jono has successfully applied that knowledge.

“Plan to go home, Ma'am. But out of Malang alone,” I answered Ms Ida's question.

Beside me, I saw the cursed Baras. Several times, his head accidentally leaned on my shoulder. He's like a cute kitten, curled up spoiled. This trip felt so comfortable for him.

Keep getting sleepy during the trip, Baras! You're safe on my shoulders.

“Longly known Laras?” ask Ida again.

“Since I was a kid, Ma'am!” i smile.

“Ooh. How come you're not dating?”

Mother Ida's question was like a bullet that shot through the heart. I'm looking for oxygen. Fortunately, Laras still enjoyed his sleep so I could shake off the embarrassment.

“Abi it wants a beautiful bohay, Deck. Like you ...,” chirps Mas Jono.

What Ida said I think is true. I've known Laras for a long time, despite not communicating intensely. I traced the face of Laras who was being lulled by a dream. Her beauty is so natural, rarely touched by expensive cosmetics. The skin is so slippery like a child slide Kindergarten, clean white and without a single pimple satronized.

But if for bohay business, the winner is Dahlia. The girl was not fat, just a little dense creeping like a pantura track ahead of Eid. Not many men are close to him, because I'm sure, one tepis can be sure to fall.

Warm chat continues to accompany the trip, accompanied by crispy spicy cassava chips purchased near the SPBU before leaving. Chat about longing in a beautiful hometown, with slow-flowing river water, oxygen-filled air, and pleasant birdsong.

“Oya, where is the recipe?” ask Mas Jono.

“Di Hotel Tugu, Mas.”

“Oh yes, I know that hotel. There was a meeting there,” said Mas Jono.

We arrived in Malang at about half ten. More than enough time to prepare everything. We stopped by a mosque to change clothes. I chose the best batik shirt I ever had. Batik I bought directly from a boutique in Solo City. The motif is a combination of kusumo parang and modern batik motifs, white bone symbolizes elegance and elegant sea blue.

A few times in front of the mirror. Narcissistic feelings begin to infect so severely. I wear this batik. Similar to the models in the magazine. The hair also polishes the pomade, and a little soft-scented perfume spray will make the appearance even more perfect today.

Meanwhile, I saw Laras glittering in the morning sunshine. Subhanallah. The hood is peach-colored, matching a fashionable long robe, with a luxurious golden-looking accent. In his hand was clutch bag patterned batik matching with the clothes. The charm of Laras is really kinclong like a top artist, luring every eye to see. The appearance of Baras successfully made me amazed. This is the best performance since the beginning I knew Laras.

I'm sure you'll regret everything Lusi!

Seeing our appearance, even Mas Jono clapped his hands, as if looking at the king and queen from the middle of nowhere kingdom.

“Waah, you guys are very compatible. Handsome and beautiful once!” praise Mas Jono.

As usual, for a praise-crazed person like myself, it would dart far through the sky. The praise made my confidence above normal.

“Stay up to our own pelaminan nih!” added Ms Ida.

The barrel blushed hearing their praise. I laughed happily. Hope achieved. At the very least, I can boast in front of Susi who brushed off my feelings. I showed her that I could hold a charming woman like Laras.

I'm sorry about the old one, Lusi!

“What is less Mas Jono?” ask Laras to Mas Jono.

“Siip! A siip! You didn't lose to Zaskia Adya Mecca! One hundred wes pajakke..,” praises Mas Tono.

“If I, Mas?” I don't want to lose asking for an opinion.

“Yes, passable ...,” seductive Mas Jono.

Huh!

After everything was ready, we got back in the car, heading to the hotel where the reception was held. All the way, I was nervous. I can't imagine meeting Luci at the sewer. The pain still leaves the wound. Maybe this wound will continue to burn all my life. But let. Even if injured, I will puff my chest in front of Susi.

I wonder, what kind of man edits Luci? If it's a wallet issue, fine! I'm gonna give up. The contents of the wallet were a ruthless competition, which would blow me to the lowest point.

Revenge will begin.

Revenge will begin!

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