BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

Joking Friends

Stuffy. This chest really feels tight. Since then I tried to hold back so that no tears were spilled, but in the end it flowed so fast. Spilled in the way of taste with a very annoying condition for me.

"Ahhhh, why is it like this, anyway?" I hit the motor handlebar. It hurts. But nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

Why is everything happening to me? A few hours ago, everything was fine. As my friends and I gather together laughing and celebrating the wedding plan that only counts the days. You know, everything's falling apart.

I wanted to scream to put out the pain in my heart. But looking at the crowded surroundings, I decided to shout in my heart. The result, instead of feeling relieved but even more crowded. Why is my fate like this.

Trings. My hape is back beeping. The volume was deliberately raised because I was among the kind of people who were a bit teredor. Often forget to put things, especially hape and motor keys. So these two things I made sounds that made a big sound so that it was easy to find when I needed it.

Suddenly I remembered the classic reason that Arif had revealed when he canceled the wedding plan. It hurt again in my chest when I remembered his name. If he knew, there were so many flaws that I had, would he still cancel our wedding plans? For example, about me who is bored, hard to remember something, also can not cook like girls my age who are reliable in the kitchen.

Ahh, if that's the only reason. I can make a list of my shortcomings so that he will hesitate to uncover the reason for the end of the relationship because I am too good. Because the truth is I'm no better than anyone.

The little advantages that he mentioned earlier, actually will not be able to cover many of the shortcomings that I have. After all, actually humans are indeed a lot of lack.

That's why we were told to get married. To be able to complement each other all shortcomings become better.

The clear threads were still flowing swiftly. I pretended to fan my helmet-covered head so that no one would see me crying on the side of the road. Whether anyone is watching or not.

Prittt's. A whistle again startled from my daydream. Just a matter of seconds, an officer in uniform came over. He signaled me to open my helmet. Of course I refused because no one wanted to see me crying.

"Good afternoon, ma'am?" sapana. He signaled me to open my helmet.

This cop is pretty consistent too, he won't talk until I open the helmet. Perhaps he felt impolite talking to a person whose face was almost one hundred percent covered.

"Eh, sorry. Crying mother?" ask the cop, after I open the helmet.

Sebel. Instead of stopping, these tears continued to flow rapidly. Even until as much as you like. Maybe because I feel too sick.

"Sir, sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad. There's a problem, huh?" he asked with a bit of confusion. Maybe between worry or pity. "My mother didn't mean to call me. I just want to tell you not to stop on the shoulder. You see, it is forbidden to park here." the police pointed to the sign of P crossed out which was not far from where I stopped.

"Sorry," I replied sobbing.

"Yes, it's okay mbak. I pardon. But it's nothing, right?" ask again.

I shook my head, but with tears flowing, the policeman was able to conclude that there must be nothing on me.

"No need. I am nothing." I replied, in a stammering voice, holding Isak in tears. "I'll just go home." I put my helmet back on. Prepare to go.

"Aren't you sure anything? Shall I take you home?" ask again.maybe he was worried something happened to me. Maybe also just a pleasantries.

"No need. I went home by myself." I immediately stopped the motorbike, then drove away the weekend leaving the police.

Why is today so full of exams. It has been decided unilaterally, then attended by the police as well. Fortunately the police were good, just reprimanding without ticketing. If not, then my suffering is complete today.

Motor back I stopped, this time not boated road like earlier. I deliberately chose the courtyard of a large mosque in the Pondok Indah area. Because I don't want to be approached by the police a second time.

I deliberately stopped other than because I was still holding Isak crying, also remembered that there was a message coming in. I hope that by reading the message, my heart calms down a little.

Apparently hundreds of messages in group wa. From Here, Aya and Risa. They're teasing me who met Arif. Even Risa reminded me to dress up before I met.

[From: cieee who wants to meet the future husband. Don't wait, it's not halal.]

[Yes: Ra, go home when you're done. Don't go home together. Remember, you are not halal!]

[Risa: Rara, I forgot to tell you that the voucher for her extension and preparation to be her new bride is still on me. I will come to your house. Anyway you have to wear it so that Arif Pangling will be with you. Ok!]

[Yes: happy always yes Ra. I can't wait for Sunday next week. In addition to eating for free also want to see you become a bride. It must be so beautiful Ra, because you never dance.]

[Show: will manglingin!]

[Today: yes dong, of course. Rara's beautiful!]There are still many messages from three of my friends that I can not open let alone read because the messages are joking successfully make my tears more heavy.

If only the wedding plans hadn't been canceled, maybe I could have gotten along with my friends, but now things have changed.

I did not reply to those messages because I did not know how to convey them myself. So heavy.

I shouldn't have cleared up all this. Arif is the one who should be at the forefront of explaining to everyone. But he washed his hands, took everything off to me. I have no preparation.

But at least I could breathe a sigh of relief, thinking about the explanation to the office friends. We are one company. I'll count on him to talk to friends so that no one can talk about this failed marriage plan anymore.

Slowly, I take a breath. Dumped it. Then I breathed my head three times. It still feels tight, but at least the tears are not spilled anymore. I slowly forced a smile but could not. Still feels stiff.