Boyfriend Lies

BC 13 | Custom Fashion Contest

The excitement happened because I was asked to get up early and rush to take a shower. Had to do the sat-set-sat-set motion because Kak Bagas' party was waiting at the salon yesterday. I don't know when exactly Bagas arrived because Mami got the information. Exclusive information from Esther's mother of course.

Unlike Kartini Day during Junior High, this time I was escorted to the salon with a large family. Papi and Brother Soraya also wanted to participate. Rarely see Dara wearing traditional clothes outside Java, he said. Sure enough they, the song is like trying to marry me and Brother Bagas.

Ridden by Papi, our family pulled over at the De Lafina Salon. Want to feel chuckled, watching that Kak Bagas family is not much different from my family. Same thing turned out. Sis Bagas is also unmitigated, bringing father, mother, and also Baim.

"Sister said, they were too intent to contest our fashion," said Kak Bahas when I got next to him.

"Don't we, if we get married?" I asked the origin and Bagas chuckled before finally replying, "Yes, more or less the same hassle as gini."

We were invited to enter the room yesterday, met directly with Ms. Hana— salon owner. He who will later apply my makeup and pair some attributes in this custom dress.

"Hair bun is okay, huh?" ask Ms. Hana.

I sat down first at the dresser, looking at her face reflected in the mirror before answering, "Free, yes, ma'am. Dara today wants to be in anyway."

The subtle term is submissive, the rough term resigned. It's been like this, I can't resist because two families are monitoring on the guest sofa.

"Kids of today, mah, weird, yes. The clothing contest has also widened until you get to the traditional part of Bali. Yesterday also here someone is looking for Papuan customs."

"Oh, huh?" I stared in disbelief. "One school is Dara, isn't it?" You see, yesterday there was a class representative who had to wear Papuan traditional clothes.

"No. The State High School 5. Dara can you close your eyes for a second?"

"Yes, I can." No need to be ordered twice, I immediately closed my eyes because Ms. Hana was about to dress the eyes.

"If the makeup is too thick, don't worry, yes, Dara. We'll adjust the show."

"Thick is not a problem, as long as it remains beautiful" said Kak Bagas who had just changed clothes following sitting beside me.

"Definitely beautiful, dong. Bagas will also be given a little decoration, yes. Let's pantes the same Dara."

Counting about twenty minutes my face was polished in a bold makeup style. The hair that has been carried does not escape from the loop of gold flowers at the top, and fresh roses at the back. Success with hair and face decoration, now it is my turn to catch up with Kak Bagas in changing clothes.

Winding action also occurs. I, who used to wear shoulder-covered clothes, had to be sincere for this day only. Bu Hana also did not forget to lend various supporting accessories to us. Starting from earrings, bracelets, rings, to fans. Everything feels complete to use.

My perfect look is worth watching. Not wanting to wait for Bagas who was being dressed, I went out of the makeup room first. At once the views of both families were on me. They were silent for a while, before finally shouting in excitement.

"They are beautiful." The first compliment came from Esther's mother.

"This is really Mami's son?" Mommy who every day sees my face follow pangling.

"Beauty, you know! Quick Bagas crazy." The words that embarrassed me the most from Bagas' father.

"Good if later you marry how," said Papi who immediately got a hard statement from his eldest son.

"Marriage. Also from SMA. Here, Aya. Graduation continues to be married."

"Eh, don't you," stop Mami.

"Work first, find a lot of money, be satisfied first play the tree," said Bu Esther who always agreed with Mami.

"Become! What if you lose?" The child who grew up before his time also spoke.

"Dear it! His good prayer. Dara's time has opened the chest is still lost," serobot Kak Aya. "The floor is less literate if you lose."

Not long from their words, Kak Bagas as my partner today also finished dressing. He came out of the room with various trinkets that took his body.

"This, here! the handsome!" Kak Bagas' father was excited to pat the child on the shoulder.

"Bagas handsome, you know," said Papi while patting my lover's arm.

"Yes, it's not wrong very, yes, we're excited. Honey, if the beauty and fondness of children are not used," said Miss Esther.

"That's a big deal, ma'am. Good thing we're moving fast, yeah, make the clothes rent." Mom added.

"Become!" Brother Bagas suddenly called. He slowly walked up to me. "That's why his shoulder is open?"

"It's like this" I said.

"That's it, Bagas. The timing of the fittings is also, right, it is indeed opened." Miss Esther explained.

"Son, fittings time isn't so dressy."

Ah, she must have remembered that my shoulder was covered for wearing a t-shirt.

"Time fitting Dara wear T-shirt, Bagas. So, cover his shoulders." My mother, who is like me, also gave an explanation.

"If wearing a shirt doesn't look good, Gas. It's been like this. It's fitting. It's beautiful." My mom is still strong with the costume I'm wearing.

"Already, Bagas. Doesn't matter. Papi allows it because it has to do with customary dress." Papi remained relaxed as his son's shoulders were exposed.

"Pi, Bagas just pity Dara. What if there is a cold?"

"Yes, if you catch a cold, you love medicine, dong, Gas. Childhood pharmacy can not treat his partner?"

As a result, after being checked by his father, Bagas did not raise his voice anymore. He ended up silent. Silence that is not real silence, anyway. His lips look coiled. After we sat in the car his lips were still not friendly to smile.

"Sister, I don't want to, yes, we lost. I wore clothes, plus lost. What's the goiter trying?" I intentionally followed the frown.

"Why do you think, then? We can win today." Bagas looks serious looking at the highway.

"Yes, I'm a pessimist. How could he win if his brother pouted?"

Insinuated so, he turned his head while sighing deeply. "If it's heavy!"

"Oh my God, Brother. Lebai greatly! A day, doang, don't wear moge it's been like a year. I think my sister loves moge more than I love her, huh? Brother is more willing to see me rode a motorcycle than to ride in a car like this," my voice was angry.

"No. Not just moge, aja." He relaxes. "It's bad because you don't wear moge, plus now it's bad to see you're wearing an open shirt."

"It's me wearing a jacket, brother." I've done whatever he wants.

"Yes, but, right, there's a different story. Definitely open the jacket again," he said again.

"Calm down, just calm down" I said. "I'll take off my jacket if we get on stage. Under the stage keep it on, okay."

"Seriously?" Promised so, he just wanted to review the smile.

"Yes, seriously. It's also cold in the open area off the jacket."

The car that Kak Bagas drove finally pulled over safely in the parking lot. The show of art as well as the pharmacy school open house turned out to have started fifteen minutes ago. Esa brother who happened to be appointed as an MC, was heard reading out some of the arrangement of events that will be shown to the incoming Junior High School students.

There are also benefits that we were chosen as representatives of the organization. We do not need any more hassles come early in the morning to prepare for the event. Some of our friends who saw us came closer.

"It's really pretty, Mom. Too animating the role of the kayak," joked Eren while helping bring Kak Bagas fan and equipment.

"Ra, I'm helping you walk" Riska said as she lifted the songket so that it would not touch the ground.

Just walking a few meters, all pairs of eyes were already curious about us. I who have already lived the role can only hold my head up while occasionally smiling towards those who pay attention.

Our step towards the contest participants room fashion was suddenly restrained because approached Prayoga— members of OSIS who today are entrusted as a documentation section. "Can you take a photo first? There is a Balinese background there," point to the banner that has been decorated in such a way.

"Pictures ... No fuss, Cut it!" spray Kak Bagas who also did not lose helped me walk.

"Darling, yuk's photo" I asked her differently from her emotions. There are cameras that are interested, but the day is not too hot. Pretty little photo.

"Want a photo?" his question slightly frowned because he intended not to agree to it.

"Hm-m, come!" I pulled Kak Bagas' arm, ignoring the songket cloth dragging the ground.

The art of the documentation prepares everything. They even made a cross-provincial landscape banner to wear background photos of all participants wearing traditional clothes.

"Mas, requests! Want a taste of Bali really," pinta Kak Bagas who finally agreed to fill the memory of the camera Prayoga.

"Ready, Boss! Want a new bride can too."

"Ah, yes, no! That, aja. Ala-ala the newlyweds." He was more excited because he was offered that.

Obviously, everyone was more interested because we started posing. Many of them are waiting in line with their phones in their hands. Her dreams, anyway, like wanting to ask for a photo together too. Prayoga who is quite professional in their field trying to set the style, so we stay focused in shooting.

"Sir, hopefully, aja, so prayer." Tight situation like this, he could whisper, but his lips displayed the widest smile.

"Prayer, what?" I also whispered too.

"Prayer to make us a fool."

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This is more or less how they look. *Author later search for photos*