BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

Spoken Call

I am currently in a cafe in Blok M, along with my three best friends; Aya, Dini and Risa, celebrating the last day before tomorrow I have to go through the pingitan procession as instructed by mama. Seven days to the wedding.

"Oh my goodness, I don't know, it turns out that among the four of us, Rara was married first. Even though the most passionate about talking about marriage is Aya" said Dini, recalling our habits in college.

"Yes yes. Rara even got married first. Though from the first Rara was somewhat funny if we discuss the Brotherhood. I'm allergic to it." said Aya who was guaranteed by my two friends.

"Remember no, there is a child who once mengedeketin Rara, kept Rara until angry because of being sent a love letter. To the extent that the child is frightened by Rara." timpal Dini again.

"Yes yes. His name is Dirga, but his son is good, right?" Aya was getting excited about it.

I did not dare to chim in, only heard with a smile because everything my best friend said was true. From school to college, I had no interest in discussing the Brotherhood. Just focus on completing studies with the best value in order to be accepted for work at the company I want. The R Group.

"That's what his name is. If it has come, want a little anything will not be able to digress." Risa spoke in her wise style.

"What because of Rara's indifferent attitude, so God loves a quick marriage bonus so that Rara feels how beautiful love is," said Aya.

"Don't you say beautiful love starts, aren't you crying most often because of love, Ay? Starting from the employees refuse us to break up in the middle of the road." said Dini.

"Yes too, so I want to kayak Rara, once in love immediately married. It must be delicious. I don't know what's called a broken heart. There are only flowers of love!" Aya spoke excitedly.

Another week of the wedding. It had not occurred to me that I would get married at twenty-two.

Graduating from college, I immediately applied for a job at a R group company engaged in bookstores and publishing. It fits with my passion as an editor. Who would have thought that there I met a soul mate who was none other than the one who also applied for work at the same time as me. He only proposed as a journalist.

The first year there was no meaningful communication between us. Equally focused on work. Until entering the second year, he suddenly submitted a taaruf proposal through Mr. Gita, my teacher and senior in the office.

Two weeks he introduced himself intensely through the process of ta'aruf, I began to open up and gave him the opportunity to get to know him closely until he ventured to his parents' house to propose.

Based on the results of the deal, next week is our wedding day. In accordance with the results of the collision of the two sides of the family.

Trings. My hape reads, a message from Arif. The man who will follow me.

[Can I see you now?] said.

[What's up?] my many.

[I wait at Gita's house.]

[Something important? Later, I'm with friends. If you are urgent, just.]

[Cannot. I have to see you soon.]

[Well, what's so sudden?]

[Sorry, but this is important Ra.]

[Yes, I'm going there now. But maybe only up to an hour, because now again in Kebon Jeruk.]

[Yes, it's okay.]

Why suddenly I want to meet. Perhaps there is something important that must be conveyed immediately. Maybe about a forgotten invited guest, clothes that do not match or even a dowry that he has not yet obtained.

"Well, Ra, our show isn't over yet. I'll see Arif." I protested because I wanted to go home first.

"I'm sorry, but this seems important" I said. While looking outside the cafe, hope the streets do not get stuck.

"Your marriage has not started yet," Aya still protested.

"I'm sorry, I promise you that tomorrow is not like this anymore." I said.

"But the food is not finished yet, Ra" said Aya again.

"Yes Ra, we haven't had any photos yet" Dini added.

"Yes yes. But how else. Arif is at Gita's house. I don't feel good if I have to bother Gita again." I said, hoping my three best friends understood. "It's a holiday, I'm afraid Gita's got an agenda with her family."

"Well, Rara, no fun." Aya still doesn't accept it.

"Yes, go Ra. Tomorrow we go to your house." said Risa. "Let Rara go yes, who knows there is something very important" Deer told Aya and Dini.

"Yes already then. But remember, tomorrow we come home from work and stop by your house!" said Aya.

"Yes Ra. Clear your schedule." ask Dini.

"Ready." I'm brandishing mother's day. "Thank you so much, my friends. May all our dreams come true." I whispered, hugging them one by one. "Oh yeah, I paid for the food!" I'll be gone before anyone gets to komplen because I have to go first.

***

Sure enough my guess, Jakarta at this hour, even though the weekend is still jammed. Fortunately, I had gone on a motorcycle, so I could overtake or walk through a rabbit alley. Otherwise, you can spend hours on the streets.

Half an hour later I arrived in front of Gita's house. The atmosphere is so much fun. Two-story house built with fifty-four type. There was a small garden in front of him, complete with its pond and fountain.

Although the mother works, but the house of sister Gita is considered very beautiful. Lots of greenery in the yard. Plus two guava and mango trees that help contribute oxygen to the people around them.

I always hope, later if married want to have a house like this as well. Maybe we do have to save extra hard considering the price of land on the side of the highway for the Jakarta area is no longer cheap.

But the name of the dream should be hung as high as possible. Just strengthen the effort and prayer, then let God determine whether we deserve it or not.

"Tante Rara!" call a six-year-old girl. His name is Aurel, he's Gita's youngest child right now, because I don't know if they're going to add a member or not. His son is very friendly. It only takes a few hours and we're close to him.

It is easier to get close to Aurel than his two brothers who tend to be calm and do not like to talk to other people.

"Assalamualaikum darling, is there a mother?" my many.

"Yes, I forgot. Assalamualaikum Aunt Rara!"

"Wa'alaikumussalam Aurel."

"Mother is inside. Just like that one, "Aurel blinked one eye. This kid is very good at teasing me. I don't know who taught him. But if Arif and I go through ta'aruf, then he will start acting.

"Then Aunt Rara entered first, yes." I waved my hand, rushing into the house of Brother Gita.