BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

Unilateral Cancellation

"Assalamualaikum." in a slightly trembling voice, I entered the house of Brother Gita. There was Arif, mas Fian; the husband of sister Gita, and sister Gita himself.

For some reason, despite two years working in the same office with Arif, but after he filed the Khitbah, every time I saw it my chest was always shaking, the body followed the cold heat.

"Well, Rara has come." sister Gita invited me to sit beside her. "Because everyone has gathered, please Rif, tell what you want to say." brother Gita invited Arif to speak. "It seems very important until the meeting impromptu gini."

"Mmm, actually ...." Arif looked hesitant, evident from his uncomfortable movements, caught by the tip of my eye.

"Why Rif?" now it's Fian who's opening his voice. "Talk about. Don't hesitate. After all, you are getting married soon." added Mas Fian, making my cheeks so blushing with shame.

Remembering about marriage that just counts the days always makes me wrong. Imagine entering a new phase in my life. Where everything will be done with a new person, namely Arif. It feels like the body is getting hotter and colder.

"alright. I apologized earlier." Arif lowered his head. I don't know why, I who was originally hot cold because I felt I was in love turned restless. Questions came to my mind, what did Arif want to say, why did he look uncomfortable. He usually relaxes when he talks to us. You can even joke.

"Yes Rif, please," Mas Fian again invited Arif.

"I want to apologize to Rara, I know this might make Rara angry or even hate me. But I have to say it." said Arif heavily.

Everyone is now focused on waiting for Arif's next words. Because everyone present was really made curious by him.

"I want to cancel the wedding with Rata" said Arif, in a soft voice but out loud in my ear.

Huh, canceled? Wait, what does that mean? For some reason, suddenly on my shoulders was a heavy weight of hundreds of kilograms that I could not lift. So that makes me automatically duck.

"What?" gita's sister almost jumped up from her seat. "What are you talking about, Rif?"

"Sabar Bun, let Arif finish the conversation first." pinta mas Fian, still trying as quietly as possible.

"So I want to cancel the wedding plans with Rata." Arif repeated his statement.

"But why, Rif?" asked Fian, clasping his wife's hand which began to rise in blood.

"Because in my opinion, Rara is too good for me. It felt like I didn't deserve Rata ...," said Arif, but was immediately cut by Kak Gita.

"Too well? Then you want to find a dilapidated or delinquent wife, Rif? Huh yeah?" gita could not help herself anymore. Finally he spoke with his voice rising two octaves.

"It's not so, brother. But ...," Arif could not continue his words.

"Rif, what's the matter?" mas Fian was still trying to calm down against Arif who was starting to feel adorable.

"I can't marry Rara, mas." replied Arif.

"But why?" ask Fian again.

"Rara is too good for me, mas. I don't think I'll be able to match Rara. I'm too far away compared to Rara. I'm not confident, mas." said Arif.

"Can't be mas. I still can't." said Arif.

"You're playing, are you? You think you're the Rif? How you played with people's children. You know his sin, Rif? After all, you knew about Rara's job from the beginning. Why are you new to komplen now?" snapped at Gita, rising from her seat. Maybe if his hand is not held by Arif, Arif has finished.

"Not brother," answered Arif, as if afraid to face Gita's brother.

"Your reason is too classic, Rif. Too kind. In my ears it sounds like making things up. There must be another reason you're hiding. Aye, right? Answer, Rif!" sister Gita continued to attack Arif, forcing him to confess, but the interrogated still chose the classic answer according to Kak Gita as the reason for the cancellation of the wedding plan that was only a matter of days.

"Right sister, all because I think Rara's too good. Sister knows for herself, right, Rara is better at her career in the office, even more likely she will be raised as a supervisor," said Arif.

"Manager!" added brother Gita.

"Huh, manager? Right, sis? No," Arif immediately changed urgency. "While I'm just a regular staffer, brother. What seems to be rising is just a dream."

"Weird, I can't accept it" said Gita.

"Here, you shut up first. Now let's hear what Rara thinks." proposed Mas Fian.

Now, those three pairs of eyes were looking at me full of question marks. Maybe they were also surprised, since the beginning Arif expressed his opinion, I did not speak in the slightest. Prefer to be quiet, listen to the heated debate between Arif and Kak Gita.

My attitude was probably out of shock. Who tries to be in shock, hearing the word annulment from someone we believe will spend the rest of our lives, just a week before the wedding. Yeah, a week, seven days.

It feels like the body is cold. It was no longer the cold heat of falling in love, but because suddenly the flowery heart was destroyed. Crumple as fat as possible.

Here, despite my heartbreak, I try not to cry one bit. Even if these tears should be shed, not in front of Arif. It is not worth crying. Arif is evil, so evil.

I don't know why I even want to teach him a little lesson so that he is aware of the mistakes he made.

"Ra," Brother Gita held my hand slowly.

Slowly, I raised my face, with a smile that I made as sweet as possible. Mom, the smile I told you to show to the guests who came to our wedding. But since everything will be void, I offer this smile to Arif.

"If you don't want to talk, it's okay, Ra." whispered Gita.

"I'm nothing, brother." I said. With the same smile. "Well, since Fian and maybe everyone wants to know my answer, then I will answer. If Arif really wants to cancel it, yes. From now on our relationship ends." I said. Brief, dense, without any drama weeping wailing at Arif's decision even though my chest hurts so badly I want to shed tears.

"Right Ra, is it okay?" ask Arif, be careful. He was not sure of the answer I gave.

"Yes, it's okay." I held up my thumb, showing her that I was fine. But my heart said another, broken, everything is broken.

"Ra," Gita's sister looks teary.

"Alright, since Rara has already answered that it's okay, then the problem is over. Then I say goodbye." said Arif.