Damar For Kinanti

Wedding dress

Kinanti was back and forth in her room, it was Sunday, but she had no activities at all, while reading the book she was lazy, for some reason.

Today he has no desire to do anything.

" Nduk?" his mother went into the room,

" Yes ma'am?"

" change your clothes.."

Kinanti rise, kinanti,

" Where are you going?"

" To your bridal makeup place.."

" with Haikal? but Haikal's out of town?"

" Haikal has already called mom, mom recommends the bridal makeup salon of her old friend's mom..

his makeup manglingi nduk, anyway can look different and graceful like a Javanese bride..

the bun is also neat and pretty..

there you can choose to use solo basahan or paes ageng..

all you want is nduk.." clearly mom's excited,

" is that mom's choice?"

" Salon aunt Reni. if the traditional Javanese mother trust there nduk..

customary wear pakem.."

Kinanti nodded, whatever it is. It is up to the mother to marry and make the mother's heart calm, thought Kinanti.

" Who did mom go with? Yusuf?"

" Yusuf is at work, he cannot be disturbed, he said.."

" means Kinan left alone?"

" No nduk.. with Damar, he said Haikal had already called Damar to ask for help, otherwise in booking now fear first others..

while Haikal's out of town 3 days.."

" as Damar?" Kinanti's face turned serious, though,

" Why nduk? because Damar said yes, after the magrib he picked you up.."

Quinting still, he seemed to think.

" why? how is your face?" ask his mother, though,

" no ma'am.. but does it not trouble mas Damar?"

" when did Damar complain? he was happy that he was always involved..

although sometimes." said his mother stopped.

" Sometimes what is mom?"

The mother did not answer, only sighed.

" Have changed your clothes so that Damar will not wait too long for you." said his mother and turned away.

Kinanti waited for Damar on the terrace,

he uses a long-cut brown shirt, making himself look calm and tidy because none of the curves of his body or hips are visible, while he wears navy blue jeans that fit his legs.

Her hair was let down by her waist, Kinanti just tidied it up with a bandana, she washed her hair while bathing earlier and it was still half wet.

There was the sound of Damar's car stopping, and sure enough before long Damar's figure was seen walking in.

The man was wearing blue jeans and a black collared shirt, his hair looked shiny under the light of the porch lights, whether it was wet or because of hair wax.

As usual, his tall body always caught the attention.

Seeing that somehow Kinanti's heart pounded,

" What's going on?!" the weakness in the heart.

" Is my heart starting to break? I've had a heart attack all my time..?!" he continued to speak inwardly, realizing that it was not true, in his breath in deep, in his disposed of far away feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

He should be normal and calm,

" Come on. just calm down..!" again in his heart he must be firm on himself.

" Are you ready?" damar's heavy voice disperse Kinanti's debate with herself,

so that the heartbeat disappeared suddenly arrived in shock.

" Ah.yeah mas.." replied Kinanti slightly stammered.

" Then come on.." Damar smiled, though,

" Pamit used to be with mom." said Kinanti,

" Of course." replied Damar and went into the house.

The journey to the bridal makeup salon about 30 minutes, on the second trip is silent, there is nothing to discuss.

Every now and then Kinanti stole a glance towards Damar, the man looked relaxed, unlike Kinanti who was still a little clumsy.

How could after saying and doing such a thing he be so relaxed, asked Kinanti inwardly.

But then Kinanti realized, that he himself asked Damar to forget about it,

then why now after Damar behave forget the heart of Kinanti as if not accepted.

" Is that right up front?" tanya Damar stopped his car not far from a salon that is quite large and thick with Javanese customs.

" It seems right, because the salon in this housing is just this." replied Kinanti.

" Yes already.let's go down." take Damar.

Then the two went down, walking into the bridal makeup salon.

" Is this Kinan?" greeting the salon owner, he hugged Kinanti several times.

" Nggih.. njenengan aunty Reni..?" Kinanti smiled as she slightly lowered her head a sign of respect to the elder.

" Yo... In the past when you used to play here with your mother, mosok forgot?!" exclaimed the salon owner as nostalgic with Kinanti.

They talked for about 15 minutes, talking about Kinanti and her mother, after which the conversation turned to things related to reception and makeup.

" For nduk?" ask aunt Reni, please,

" The plan will sew itself te.." replied Kinanti.

" Own me. Yes, we choose to choose then.." Aunt Reni got up from her chair.

" Lho? how have you been quiet from now on? I forgot, I'll get you a drink first." said Aunt Reni when she saw Damar who had been sitting still while folding his hands on his chest.

Kinanti looked at that face, Damar looked so flat, even seemed calm and calm.

Shortly after Aunt Reni came and after both of them had a drink,

Kinanti followed Aunt Reni to the bridal dress room, Damar still waiting in the living room.

Inside are many statues of mannequins dressed in kebaya clothes and some of them in bridal clothes.

" Try asking for his opinion? the mas?! here mas?!" aunt Reni waved at Damar who was sitting quietly.

Seeing the wave, of course, Damar approached.

" Try and help you choose.which one fits the shirt?" ask aunt Reni.

Damar looked at Kinanti who was slightly flushed with embarrassment.

Damar could have been told to choose, while Damar was not the bride,

of course Kinanti met red.

But Damar caught it wisely, he immediately turned his eyes on the wedding dress.

Damar looked at the two clothes carefully, then turned his gaze to Kinanti, he lowered his head and brought himself closer.

" You'll look graceful with this black kebaya..

this one is also beautiful..

all Javanese clothes are elegant..

but her shoulders are open, if I were the husband, I wouldn't be happy for my wife to show her beautiful shoulders to the public." Damar softly said in Kinanti's ear.

Kinanti's face turned red, making Aunt Reni laugh.

" Okay. young people today.the romance does not choose where to choose." commented aunt Reni.

Damar smiled faintly hearing it.

" So which one is Nan?" ask Aunt Reni again to Kinanti who still has not decided her choice.

" How about you try it. usually if you try it will look suitable and not suitable." suggested Damar.

" Yes, that's right.. Then let's try..?!"

And Kinanti obeyed him, he tried the kebaya one by one,

and true.Damar options look more elegant when in wear Kinanti.

" Well, look here?!" the aunt Reni told Damar to come in to see the bride's kebaya by Damar's choice.

Damar was silent, his eyes filled with admiration for a moment, but after he lowered his gaze, as if he was aware of himself.

" You're so graceful." she said then looked back at Kinanti with a smile.

Kinanti continued to be bowed, she could not hide the look on her face full of anxiety.

" Lha.. Now the man's clothes are mas, here?"

hearing that sentence from the owner of the salon Damar and Kinanti looked at.

" I'm not the groom." Damar smiled,

" Lho?" the face of aunt Reni, the owner of the bridal makeup salon, was really surprised to hear that, because Aunt Reni had caught a friendly view from Damar to Kinanti.

" I'm her brother. It just so happens that her future husband is out of town,

so I drove him here." added Damar, trying to give a good reason so that there was no suspicious view of Aunt Reni on him and Kinanti.

Although Damar did not know aunt Reni would believe it or not, clearly he has given the most reasonable reason for the current condition.

" Oh.. But his body is almost the same, right?" aunt Reni's question was trying to get rid of her suspicions, but it was none of her business, thought aunt Reni.

" It looks like I'm a little taller than the groom." Damar said.

" It can be guessed, right? at least not too much different..?"

Kinanti and Damar were both silent,

the atmosphere was quiet arriving, while Aunt Reni was still looking at the two in turn.

" Just try mas. after all the body of the mas and Haikal is not much different.." said Kinanti, he tried to drive out unpleasant situations, it made Damar look at Kinanti seriously.

" Are you serious?" asked Damar with a look of affirmation.

Kinanti nodded, though,

" At least Aunt Reni can think of later..

maybe a smaller size than you can save first,

because aunt Reni not only married one person in that week, so we have to determine the size far away from the day to keep watch.. is not aunt??" clear Kinanti,

" Kinan is right mas. I can guess later.." said aunt Reni as well.

" Ah. don't wait for Haikal.." reject Damar, do you think he's a superhero..

must it be as strong as ever?,

deliver the wedding dress already,

uh now even told to try on the groom's shirt.

" Eh. it's okay to come here, try to count to help the bride, the bride,

who knows tomorrow when we get married?!" goda the aunt Reni,

" Are you married?" ask aunt Reni again,

Damar shakes,

" not yet." she answered short,

" It's an opportunity, aunty promotion, all of you,

later bring his future wife here wearing makeup and auntie clothes..?!

definitely discount!

can it be so dashing like this unmarried, what are you waiting for?

eman eman mas's..

wes now let's try on his shirt?!" aunt Reni pulls Damar into the dressing room,

not giving Damar a chance to refuse again.

Damar half-heartedly obeyed, he changed his clothes with a wedding dress, while being helped by aunty Reni's male employee to dress his subordinates, namely rags.

Damar came out soon, though,

" Lho?! how dashing..?! the size fits perfectly..!" the exclaiming of Aunt Reni made Kinanti look at Damar without a gap.

But before long Kinanti cast her gaze in another direction, and Damar who saw that,

his smile that was originally a little developed faded to see the attitude of Kinanti.

Kinanti actually did not mean to make Damar offended or sad, he threw away his gaze because he realized, the longer he looked at Damar, the longer he looked at Damar,

the more wrong his heart.

Both of them are wearing the clothes of the bride and groom now, looking harmonious and fitting, whether to be happy or sad, Damar's heart feels in the sayat.

How could he wear this bridal suit, while not himself who would wear it,

and not himself who will sit in the lap next to the win.