ABHIMANYU WORLD
Chapter XC: The Massacre
The expected day is almost here. After failing to take Dahlia as a companion at Farhan and Dina's wedding, I didn't lose my mind. From hanging alone like an unprofitable singles, I took Darwis. Of course, he agreed on one condition. I bear the cost of accommodation to Pasuruan. All right, that's not a problem.
Darwis looks happy to hear my invitation. Maybe in his head has been imagined free eating at luxury hotels and the atmosphere of a shahdu wedding. Even he wears his best batik clothes, different from the previous one. Unfortunately what Darwis expected missed a hundred percent.
Farhan and Dina's wedding is planned to be held in Doni's yard which is quite spacious, so there is no need to rent a spacious hotel ballroom. In my opinion, if only Doni wanted to, he could host in a star hotel. The mindset of people in the countryside is a bit different. Instead of money used to pay for catering and rent an expensive place, it is better to use it for other purposes, such as renting an electone or a poorly dressed dangdut artist.
Organizing weddings in the countryside is also a lot of advantages, because neighbors are also abundant. Without being told, they would help. The men together set up the binoculars and some volunteered to arrange parking. They are already quite happy to be given mementos of cheap batik uniforms. Meanwhile, small children without command will guerrilla pick up dirty dishes and leftovers of invited guests.
In the kitchen area, women also flock to contribute various staples such as rice, sugar, noodles or oil. Some more fun to rewang, helping to cook soto or rawon while gossiping about the hot news that happened in the village. Really, sometimes I miss the atmosphere of a village full of family. In Surabaya, I rarely found it. Family ties seem extinct inedible understanding hedonism that patronizes.
If at the hotel, sometimes we find a diverse menu, ranging from appetizer menu to dessert, complete with ice carving decoration, then in the village just one menu only. If not soto with topping a pinch of chicken milk, sometimes rawon with topping a slice of meat. Even so, everyone looks happy. No one is denouncing. Their laughter was so loose, without caring about the head-dizzying technical stuff.
Simple thing, but evokes a deep sense of kangen. That's what I met at Farhan and Dina's wedding. Simple, yet so leaves an impression. The wedding party that has been synonymous with luxury, as if it does not apply here. Invitational guests who usually dress up in jor-joran, I did not meet. Like the villagers in general, they come with clothes. The fathers are quite dressed in batik with faded colors, black and gloved. Women are just simple. The grandmothers were even still chewing on the bow, sitting in a corner while the mangosteen was enjoying dangdut music.
Doni welcomed our arrival warmly, even with a hug. Like a great guest I am welcome to step onto the stage where the bride and groom are joined with happy faces. Farhan's face was so sparkling, so was Dina. The couple looked perfect. Farhan wearing a typical Central Javanese beskap, complete with blangkon and keris. While Dina looks beautiful with a graceful kebaya and ornamental jasmine ronce on the head. They looked like kings and queens of the fairyland that were joined together on the throne.
“Congratulations yes, Han. Not very expecting. The vow! So lucky for you!” I said while hugging Farhan.
“Aalhamdulillah's. It's called soul mate, Bi. Uh, when were you with Dahlia? Don't procrastinate! Rusty hunting can not be used later!” kelakar Farhan's.
Duh, again he mentioned the name Dahlia. Why is Abi-Dahlia so famous? Why did he mention ‘berkarat’?
“Still yes, Mas!” said Dina in a happy tone. Her sweet streak blushed red.
“You look amazing, Dina. Not wrong choose!” I said while giving my thumb.
Dina spread a shy smile. Before we got off the stage, we took a picture together as a memento. I offer you the best smile, even though you feel pain inside. Honestly, seeing my best friend has let go of single, causing an unstoppable turmoil in the heart. Sad mixed with happy.
Dervish just smiles at me. He seems to be able to read what I think. He patted my shoulder gently, whispering,”Sabar Bro! This is just a test from the Almighty!”
After we got off the stage, we had a special rawon dish. I thought, just sliced meat as a topping, it turns out it's sliced. Understandably, the Doni family are cowboys. They must have slaughtered the cow for this event. The taste of rawon is also special. Really flawless, almost similar to rawon made by mother.
I grinned. Turn is free, immediately respond. I don't know when he's inshap. Since the first time I knew Darwis, his free soul has always been tempestuous. Strange thing about this creature.
Not to mention we finished eating rawon, Andre arrived with his partner, Inneke. They also look harmonious with oversized clothes. Andre looks handsome with an expensive silk batik shirt, while Inneke also wears batik with matching colors. Bussyet! It's like their legal partner. Moreover, I saw Inneke fondly wringing Andre's arm.
Doni immediately greeted them warmly. I don't know why I'm being misbehaved, wanting to avoid meeting Andre. Shame to be present without a partner at Farhan's wedding. Unfortunately my attempts to sneak out of sight were unsuccessful. Andre keeps seeing where I am.
As expected, his laughter exploded staring at my whereabouts with Darwis. Before going on stage, he even took the time to approach. Andre whispered softly,”Where is Dahlia?”
I'm shaking. Andre laughed, patting his shoulder. Then his eyes turned towards Dervish.
“Find him a couple, Dar! Let's not be a victim of incompetence he continues. Time everywhere you two continue. Once in a while dong same chick!” Andre Ejek.
“Eh, yes Ndre. Si Abi is too picky!” darwis Cibir.
“Choose how?” my protest.
“Yes, you are picky! I used to know Amel, still less beautiful. Lucia is also wasted. Uh, there's Dahlia left too! Who do you want anyway? Want something as beautiful as Angelina Jolie? Noh, Mpok Omas lo jabanin!” Andre Ledek.
Anyway, I died a flea slaughtered two people like this. I'm resigned. This is the fate of a single person. This wedding party seems to be an arena of slaughter. Maybe I'm the most ngenes singles in the entire archipelago. The age is relatively young. Try me older, I remember the nickname of the weathered bachelor Mr. Imron.
If this is the case, the spirit of looking for a girlfriend is increasingly snuffed. Failing to get one, should immediately turn to the other. Or maybe what Andre said was true? I'm too picky? Though for the affairs of romance I have slammed the price all out, up to a discount of seventy-five percent. Should I lower my self-esteem to the lowest level?
Actually wanted to say goodbye to home early, but Doni prevented. He had a plan to invite us to have a separate party with the groom, before Farhan had the first night. Sounds fun, but worrying. Is that party going to be the next bullies event?
Hopefully not!
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