Deepest Wound

WANTED IN RIAS

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My body was tired My eyes felt heavy but it was hard for me to fall asleep. I opened the album from my phone looking back at photos of us together. From what I slept in the car to when we were working. It was like a dream lost in an instant. It was only yesterday that we were joking and laughing but now we are in this situation.

Fate that is too cruel or am I the one who does not deserve happiness?

I fell asleep carrying that memory into my dreams. Until I heard a loud knock on the door from outside.

I was half-conscious when I heard that repeated knocking sound. It felt like I had fallen asleep for a while and why someone woke me up. I cursed in my heart.

I was so shocked that I was in a room so foreign to me.

“Ah,shial! I forgot that I was in Bang Fauzan town for her wedding. My inner.

With heavy steps I went to the door and opened it.

“What time does the show start?” Ask Om Wandy who is already at the door. And it seems he's been taking a shower and looking neat.

At 8 a.m., if I come at that time, I'm afraid I'll mess things up. Because I still remember the message from Bang Fauzan yesterday. He didn't know I insisted on coming.

“We go a little luck,” I replied.

“We must return at least after noon, if possible not too late,” bargain Om Wandy.

“Ok, 10 hours how?”

“Ya already, you are ready now,” Om Wandy's word while wanting to step away.

“Om..!”

“Why?” Ask Om Wandy turned around.

“E... a I need someone who can dress me up,” I said shyly.

“What..?” Om Wandy came closer to confirm what I said.

“I need someone who can dress me up, can Om find it?” Ask me.

“Emang there are people who work like that?” Om Wandy asked me back.

“Issh.

I swiped my phone screen to find someone who could help me. After a while I finally found someone who wanted to come to the hotel where I was staying. I was interested in hiring his services after seeing the results of the makeup of some women who became his customers. Very natural make up. In addition, the distance of the inn and the perias service residence was only a few kilos meters, at least I did not rush to go to his wedding.

After I finished the bath I dried my hair while standing in front of the mirror. There was no sound of knocking on the door from outside the room. I opened the door and let the man in because he was the one who was willing to dress me up.

“Oiya, previously I want to ask what dress will Maak wear later so that I can adjust her make up,” said the makeup artist who looks friendly with courtesy.

“Oh, here,” I said while showing my dress that I had prepared before taking a shower. Peach color dress that is slightly below the knee. I haven't been able to wear a long dress and I haven't had the courage to try it. The dress was not myself who bought it, but a gift from one of my friends who had just finished vacation. Although I feel it does not match the color, but I like the model that is not too flashy. Because I don't like clothes that look rame and blink-blink.

The makeup artist started dressing me up. For the first time I was in makeup. I don't know why I felt my face become thicker and heavier.

“Actually without make up was the Mbaknya already beautiful, enough in the polish little so it looks more fress.” I just quietly heard the makeup artist speak. I feel like my face is getting weird. There is doubt in my heart to continue.

“Wedding,” answer me briefly.

“Oh, surely his friend yes, who wants to get married?” I just answered with a murmur. I understood the question because he didn't know the truth.

“Ok, done,” said the makeup artist. “Wahh..., really I said, The mother is beautiful, already like a doll,” he added.

I looked at my face in the mirror. I don't know why I suddenly felt afraid even though what the makeup artist said was true.

“Mbak, can Mbak help me to do my hair?” I asked a bit doubtful to the makeup artist who was cleaning her makeup equipment.

“If the simple can anyway, Mbak,” kekehnya.

“Yes, it's okay. The important thing is to look neat and fit the dress,” I said while removing my hairpuntlet.

“Wahh, Mbak's long hair also turned out,” while holding my hair strands. “Hair is black and thick, definitely the treatment is expensive, yes?”

I immediately shook my head. ”Ng no, I never hair care.” I never did any treatment even just that day I felt the name make up.

Ever since the day that Dad expressed his dislike when he saw me with short hair back then, I've never cut my hair again with any model. I only trim a little if it feels too long. It's just that I have not been able to carry out the wishes of Mother who wants me to hijab.

“Ok, how?” Ask a makeup artist who has finished helping to style my hair.

I also looked at my reflection in the mirror to see the work of the makeup artist. Some are neatly clamped and some are left unraveled. He also made my long bangs into volume.

“Yes, I like. Thank you very much,” said I smiled with satisfaction.

“Oiya, it seems we have not met directly. My name is Vena, commonly called, Ve.” I reached out and greeted him and mentioned my name.

After paying all his services and giving more tips for helping me, I delivered it to the doorstep. Then I took my dress and put it on.

I stood in front of the mirror and there was doubt in my heart when I saw my appearance. Not yet finished I thought about my appearance suddenly someone knocked on the door and called my name. It seemed like the sound of Om Wandy and I rushed to open the door even though I was a bit scared and embarrassed if Om Wandy saw my appearance.

”Iya?” I poked my head at the crack of the door I opened a little.

“Come, go now, because it looks like it will rain,” said Om Wandy as he glanced at his watch.

“Ok, briefly,” I said as I left the door and took my handbag. Then I went out to see Om Wandy.

“Ayo,” said as I closed the door.

“Astaghfirullah.., Anita!” Om Wandy was stunned as he stared at me from head to toe.

...**Tbc...

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