BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

10. Announcement: I Failed Marriage

"Rome!" suddenly A hysterical call Aya broke my daydream. "Non't go in? What's in the parking lot? Oh I know, you must be nervous, because this is the last day to meet Arif. Tomorrow you have to get married before marriage. Aye, right?" ask Aya.

"Well, that's not .." I can't answer that barrage of questions. So that you can only point to the office building while wailing exactly dazed people.

"Ra, don't be nervous. Relaxed. Take a deep breath, then exhale. Come in!" take Aya, she takes my hand to the office building.

"During morning, Miss Rara, my goodness, who is willing to marry again!" timpal Anita, customer service who is quite familiar with me. "The bride-to-be's aira's starting to look out of your face, Ra. Even though your eyes are a little swollen. Bentar bentar. This is swollen right."

"Lho, you're not on leave yet, Ra?" timpal Arya, Arif's division first friend. "But Arif has taken a day off. Boy please star first. It should be you first, Ra. In you women, it is necessary to go to the salon, this preparation and that. He even took the holidays first. Really not compact it's a kid!"

"Now the back. Men are more complicated than women." said Anita again. "If women are simple, let alone like Rara. Isn't it Ra?"

"Don't do it" Arya didn't accept. "Even the most complicated is a woman! Like wife. If there is anything, for example, want to go just preparation for a year. So complicated!"

"Who said." Arya still does not want to budge so that the office atmosphere is getting crowded because one by one other friends arrive and like Anita and Arya, they immediately make me as a plumbing material.

"Cieee Rara is getting married."

"Jeez Ra, just counting on me is legal to be Arif's mistress."

"Wow, Rara and Arif will go to the office with dong. Finally we broke the egg, there's a fellow employee couople too."

"Typically, there will follow in the footsteps of Rara and Arif."

"Then join the ARA dong gang!"

"What is ARA?"

"Aariff Rara!"

"Where can the story be?"

"Ra, don't forget to pray for me so be quick!"

"Rara, you must be so clumsy."

"Cie the bride."

"Cieee cieee."

I was really dizzy to hear the tearing that was connected even collaborated incessantly from one employee to another to make a furore that managed to make me even more chaotic. Like being invaded by thousands of bees buzzing.

"Enough!" I said, with a rather loud voice so that the buzzes of their words could be lost.

"Ra, what's wrong with you?" ask Risa.

"Please give me a chance to talk." I asked.

"Why Ra?" now Aya is talking.

Huff. I slowly gathered courage. Putting together the rubble in an already very messy heart. After you said Basmallah, I spoke to all of my office friends.

"Me and Arif don't get married" I said.

"Huh?" Aya immediately looked at me, not believing what she had just heard.

Just a few steps, now I look at Brother Gita who just came. He threw a smile at me.

***

I'm doing fine. No, rather I was trying to be fine even though my heart was actually very messy. By Arif. But this can't ruin my life. I have to keep going, continue my life even though marriage has failed.

"Are you sure you're okay, Ra?" ask Mr. Gita, when we were in the mushalla office, alone.

"Yes brother. I'm nothing." I replied, trying to force a smile, but it still looked strange.

"Mama?"

"Yes a bit shocked. But I hope mom gives it all up."

"If the day is uncomfortable, I give permission. You just rest, Ra. A day or two of heart. Or when it takes a week. Vacation anywhere to please."

"Not, brother, waste of money. Moreover, just all-out for the preparation of a marriage that does not become."

"Ra, sorry for Gita's carelessness."

"It's not Gita's fault."

Brother Gita let me be in his own mushalla office because I reasoned to want Dhuha prayer first before returning to my room. The point is, I need to be alone. To set my heart, to get everything back to normal.

Actually there is nothing I should worry about with my friends at the office because so far they can always understand my condition, I am sure there will be no offending. It's just a little uncomfortable to see Arif back. Not because I already like it, I am very sure slowly this heart can forget it, especially for what he has done to me.

For matters of the heart, I am indeed classified as difficult to accept a new figure in my life. But once he got his place and blinded a fatal mistake, it would easily disappear from my heart.

But still, everyone knows you're getting married. It must have been bad.

Oh Allah ... What should I do?

I began to perform Dhuha prayers. There was a serenity that was felt as the clear round dripped as it bowed before God. How small I am, how weak I am.

I used to be let down by Papa with his passing just like that. No longer care about me and Dinda. We still need papa. Now Arif, when he became the first foreign man to rule my heart, it turns out he even canceled unilaterally. Oh Allah .. the pain.

"Rara come on, you're not this crybaby!" whispered to myself.

Being late in contemplation, suddenly a message entered in Hpku. From catering to ba'da Maghrib later.

[Mbak Rara, will the food be delivered later in the afternoon or afternoon?] message from the caterer. There is rice and pastries for the study mothers.

Oh Allah ... How is this?

I immediately opened the notepad on HP, re-examining the notes on the wedding preparations. Today there will be a hundred mothers from the mosque from near our house who will come home to study ahead of the wedding.

I immediately called the mother who was in charge of the group to announce that the event was canceled. From the other side there were a lot of questions thrown at me, but there was nothing I wanted to answer. I'm just giving you the reason that the show was canceled.

"Just canceling one invitation is already this heavy. A thousand invitations!" again I lowered my head, dizzy at the thought of all this.

Duh Rara, do something so that you can get out of this matter immediately!