
Azmi looked at her reflection in front of the mirror, the young man tried to convince himself if the decision he took was correct.
"Ta" called Azmi to her sister who was still busy with her hair.
"Why?" ask the girl, still focusing on the actual hairstyle is neat.
"Bec,"
"Hmmm,"
"Tata," call Azmi once again.
Tara stopped her activity, the girl stared at Azmi who was also staring at her. "Why?" tara asked with a probing glance.
"Gue doesn't feel good Ta,"
"Not good how?"
Azmi bit her lower lip. "Gue hesitates Tara,"
"What scepticism?" ask Tara. The girl pulled the chair for more with Azmi, her two eyes breaking so consciously with what her older brother had just said. "Don't tell me you have doubts about your own show?"
Azmi nodded small. "Help me Ta," Azmi said with an imploring look.
"Help me crazy, you" said Tara. "Gue has asked elo many times, brother, sure you do not want to marry Clara? And elo himself said that if you were sure the same decision you had taken," said Tara. "Not only will you feel the same pain as this one-sided decision, but Clara will also definitely feel unfairly treated with you and our family" explained Tara.
"What is my fate like?" ask Azmi.
Tara sighed furiously, this is what she disliked about her brother, who was never shown to anyone else. "What makes you doubt?"
"Gue was afraid that he could not make Clara happy Ta," Azmi replied.
"Continue?"
Azmi was silent for a while, the young man saw a reflection of himself. "Then I met Bima,"
"Male?" tara asked, unsure of what she had just heard. "Clima's big brother Clara?"
Azmi nods lightly, confirming Tara's question. "Yes, and you know what he's doing?"
"What?"
"He bought a house in Iqbal,"
"So?"
Azmi took a long breath. "Ta, you still don't know what I mean?"
"Yes what does Bima have to do to buy a house in the same Iqbal bang deck same marriage elo same Clara si?"
"Gue's afraid of Ta,"
"Fear what else? What are you afraid of?"
"Gue was afraid that he had some bad intentions with Kayra,"
Tara was silent for a while, the girl traced both beads belonging to her brother. "Bak Kay now has a bang Iqbal kak," replied Tara. It was as if the girl wanted to wake her brother up if the young man had no chance of having Kayra anymore. "And you have Clara now,"
Azmi silently heard what her sister said, which was indeed one hundred percent true. "But I haven't had any feelings for Clara ta,"
"Elo himself said, it will not be difficult for you to fall in love with Clara right? You're also the one who says love can grow over time" Tara said.
"Ta," for the umpteenth time the young man was still whining. "Gue was afraid of making the wrong decision Ta,"
Never had Tara seen her sister this desperate, even when her young man heard the beloved girl about to marry Azmi did not continue to whine like this. "Gue can't help a lot sister" Tara said. "But for the happiness of the elo and the happiness of Clara as well later, and before this marriage actually happened," Tara took a deep breath. "Lo please make a decision for the last time, I'm also the same rich woman Clara. I will not want to marry a man who doubts about this marriage, although on the other hand I will be very disappointed. But it will prevent bad events that will happen next," said Tara again.
Tok tok tok tok
"Gue open the door first" said Tara.
"Is this really Azmi Bagaskara Bu's room?"
Tara nodded small. "Yes, how is it?"
"This is a package for Mr. Azmi Bagasakara ma'am,"
Tara picked up a fairly large flower, her forehead wrinkled. "Who are you from?"
"I'm sorry ma'am, I don't know who the sender is. Probably a close relative of Mr. Azmi,"
Tara gave a small nod, probably her brother's best friend whom she didn't know. Because Azmi and Clara's wedding was not open to the public, and only a few of their friends were told about the event, including Iqbal and Kayra. "Thank you, ma'am" said Tara politely.
"Sama-sama Ma'am, then I'm sorry ma'am. Please press the bell if you need help" the hotel official said kindly.
Tara nodded small without answering anything else.
"Temen you sent?" tara asked her sister. "This is his letter as well" he said again and handed over the flowers he held to Azmi.
Azmi scrunched her forehead confused. "Who are you from?"
Tara shrugged her shoulders indifferently. "There's no sender's name" he replied as is. "From temen lo perhaps,"
"Who's victory?" ask Azmi who is confused herself. "My management no one knows today's event except bang Iqbal same Kayra times," Azmi said. "Can't you be the same mom who sent this? Their people just follow us to Jogja," which is meant by the father of the mother by Azmi is Kayra's parents.
"Try to open the letter" said Tara. "Who knows if there's a sender's name" the girl said.
According to Azmi, the young man widened his eyeballs while reading a row of words written in red ink.
"Are you sure you're getting married to Clara? Don't you want to know whose kid Kayra is in?"
"Why lo?" tara asked who was confused by Azmi's expression.
Azmi hastily hides the paper, Tara does not know what has happened between her and Kayra and Azmi does not want Tara to know about it. "No, it's nothing" he replied.
"Who is this from?"
"From my friend, he deliberately sent this because he could not come," replied Azmi origin. "Bec,"
"Hem?"
"I think I should go, though,"
"You mean?"
"Gue can't marry Clara Ta, I've found that answer. I can't be with him,"
"Don't be crazy, man,"
"Help me Ta," Azmi said with an imploring look. The young man had even removed his jacket and replaced it with an ordinary leather jacket. "Help me talk to Clara, she'll definitely understand,"
"CK," Tara clucked softly. "Why did I go along with the trouble,"
"Please Ta, you want me to be like Ta?"
"Where are you going?"
"Gue wants to go back to Jakarta" Azmi replied. "But please don't tell anyone,"
"Why go to Jakarta?"
"There's something I have to take care of. Elo do not need to know what it is, which I obviously ask for help really elo make clear to Clara. Others will let me take care of the important Clara first," said Azmi. "Later when my business is done I will tell everything to Clara" said the young man again.
"Thanks Ta," said Azmi, the young man peeked at Tara's forehead quickly, he didn't even want to hear an answer from his sister.