BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

53. The proposal? (2)

Arif had just disappeared from our sight, staying back the five of us. When he was about to enter, papa suddenly said Istighfar repeatedly.

"Why why?" tanya Dinda, who was standing next to papa.

"Astagfirullah, Papa is a lot of sin as Rara" said Papa in a trembling voice, as if about to cry.

"What sins, Pa?" I'm approaching papa.

"Ra, Papa realized, it turns out your burden is very heavy. Oh Allah, astagfirullah. Papa's really mean, yeah Ra.

It must have been hard when your wedding plans with the man were canceled. Especially with such a shitty character. Papa who just faced it once acted alone was already very upset. If you don't remember this state of law, you've beaten him. As for you, every day Ra, has to deal with it because you're an office.

Nak Ken told papa how messy you were at that time. That loser guy is playing with your life. Already left, not the slightest responsibility for the problems he showed, then now appeared with his various actions. Oh Allah ... would like papa to beat him.

But papa was sorry for him. Papa was more upset with yourself than he ever was for you at the time, Ra. Papa really regrets all the selfishness and attitude of papa who is too indifferent to you.

It should be, papa who stands at the very front to protect you. Papa beat him up when he canceled a one-sided wedding. Papa also taught him a lesson for daring to interrupt when you are separated. But papa's not there, Ra. Papa is really sorry. Papa's shy, Ra. Papa is so guilty. Papa's sins are so many, aren't they Ra?" Papa spoke while holding back his emotions. "Also, papa should provide this shoulder to accommodate your complaints. Papa is also the one who should wipe away your tears. Sorry son, forgive papa!"

"Pa!" I can't hear papa's remorse. Hearing Papa say it all just felt like my heart was already very happy. All the sadness and problems in the past with papa are now eroded with little attention that papa gives. "Papa's here right now Rara's happy, Pa. Rara gave up everything that had happened before. Rara just wants today and next papa there for us. We're all right again, so big family, with Auntie Wira too. Just like that Rara was already very happy Ra. It feels so grateful!".

I hugged papa tightly. The person I have long missed. Up ahead, the shadow of a young Junior High who was staring enviously when his friends came to school to pick up the report card with his father, is now gone. Also a confused high school teenager when there is a boyfriend who falls in love with her. Papa's figure was lost from that time, but now papa has returned and all the sadness was forgotten by Rara.

"Ra, sorry Auntie too." asked Aunt Wira, she hugged me. And so is Dinda.

"Rara, since the show's about to start, can't you now get ready, son?" mama said, after wiping her tears.

"Well, don't let us be late. Rara has not changed clothes and decorated." said Aunt Wira.

"Yes ma." I said.

"Wash your face first, Ra, so that his eyes do not turn red. After that your Aunt dandanin." for the current event, it is indeed Aunt Wira who will court me according to my mother's request and also the request of Aunt Wira himself. Aunt Wira is a master of grooming because she is a fairy for the upper class. "Tante will make you beautiful so Ken will pangling later."

"Marketing ... about what Rara's sister would be like, huh?" babble Dinda.

"God will be beautiful. Mama believes Auntie Wira can turn Rara into a manglingin." said mama.

"We'll see the results later. Rara is actually beautiful, all cute. Just because I don't want to dance. After this Aunt will teach Rara how to preen. Flawles alone so as not to be flashy than usual." added Aunt Wira.

Now I'm in front of the dresser. Aunty Wira works fast. Sweep some makeup on my face. I don't know what his name is. I don't know it myself. But when layer by layer touched my face, I felt changed. From ugly duckling, to beautiful swan.

It's finished!" shouted Aunt Wira while smiling proudly to see the results of her work.

"It's Rara?" I opened the two eyes that I had deliberately closed because it felt even sleepy when Auntie got my face. "Huh?" I was surprised to see a shadow reflecting off the glass. That's Rara, Auntie?" my many.

"Yes dong Rara, that's you. Like Auntie said, you are beautiful. It's just possible because we really don't make anything on the face so it looks a bit shabby. Sorry, baby, Auntie must be honest. For your good!"

"It's okay, Auntie. Rara is happy with Aunt's assessment as it is."

"Done this event, Auntie promises to change your appearance a little and teach how to make up despite the flawles. At least you should wear a foundation or sunscreen, Ra. So that the face is not black because your skin is actually yellow or tends to be white. It's a shame that it's not treated. Okay!"

"Every Aunt. Thank you very much Auntie!" I hugged Aunt Wira. So this is what it's like to have a stepmother? In the past, when I met, I was so uncomfortable with him because he never wanted to talk to us, even the heart to let us wake up until the early hours because Aunt Wira did not prepare a room for us. But whatever the past problems, I've forgotten them.

"Sister Rara!" Dinda went into the room, she who originally intended to convey the message Mama is now even surprised to see me. "O Allah, is this Rara's sister or angel?"

"Well, start getting better." I threw a chair cushion over his face.

"Really, Rara's very pretty. Who is the artist. Real pretty. Different from usual." Add Dinda again so that makes me fascinated.

"It has. What are you going to do here, Din?" I asked, while looking at myself in front of the glass.

"Mama tell Dinda nyampeiin to Rara's brother, has Ken gone or not?" said Dinda.

"Oh yeah, it's brother to call first." I quickly dialed Ken's number, sent him a message.

One minute, two minutes to ten minutes. There was no reply from Ken. I decided to call, but it was the same. Strangely enough, Ken who usually always standby with his cellphone now has no news. Even on the information contained on the screen HP, it is written that Ken online yesterday, about twenty-six hours ago. Where's she?

"How sis?" asked Dinda, disturbing my turmoil.

"Huh, yeah. Here's another call. Maybe it's on the road, so it can't be contacted." I said, pretending to be calm even though my heart is actually stubborn.

Ken, where are you going? Why did it suddenly disappear since last night? What the hell are you doing? Is this a sign that Ken will never come to this event?