DO NOT GO, SOLDIERS OF MY COUNTRY
TWENTY FOUR
2 Months later after submission
this morning is exactly 1 day to my wedding procession.
you know the most boring thing for me if I don't meet him, who else if not my old high school friend Ziyad, who in 1 day will be a priest in my life.
I thought he was no longer my soul mate, but fate said otherwise, he turned out to be mine for the perfect tempo.
you know that I am doing a procession in pingit, which is where the bride-to-be should not go out of the house or meet with her candidate later.
so...you know what I'm doing?Gatau?I was lying down while under ART I was busy here and there taking care of the house, taking care of the building that I will wear tomorrow morning.
whereas I just lie on the mattress which is indeed the force of gravity is quite tight, looking at the white dress and subordinate skirt lilit batik.
I also looked at the shelves of my book, there is a gold dress with a pearl accent that adds the splendor of the dress itself.
the half-exposed chest and the heavily exposed back made me amused at the thought.
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today is precisely the day I carry out the wedding procession, where a man of the rank of ippu will make me a Bhayangkari.
the waiter will wear a pink uniform with curled hair and wear black wedges and carry a bag that I have in my hand.
after carrying out the Kabul ijab, we all carry out photos together and shake hands with each other towards the newlyweds who are only a few hours old.
the night was about to start the reception, I was ready with my hair and silver crown on my head, Ziyad who was wearing his uniform looking handsome.
I just smiled at him and he took my hand to the red carpet.
some people are busy capturing this moment, some are quite photographed and some more are up to video.
again the smile on my face and on the face of brother Ziyad is not lost, the most happy we feel now.
"can you do it?"I said when I walked with him.
"hm yeah we can be the same" I said with a sweet smile.
"and we will be the same in the same tempo along the length, forever even" he said smilingly now holding my hand running on the red carpet.
gold colored dresses combined with a beautiful hairstyle and sweet makeup make the invited guests see it very peaceful.
the police uniform he was wearing really made him more dashing, especially he took my hand to the humusan of the sword.
the hustle and bustle of invited guests made this evening truly memorable.
...*thank you, lieutenant....
...I know you'll never come back to my body....
...but........
......I'm sure you're always in my heart, always by my side, thank you for adding a beautiful story to my life and for giving color to me every day.......
...and for you my Iptu......
......The best path God gives may not always be smooth like a highway, there are some obstacles when you and I want to unite, your way may be wrong but destiny will never be wrong*.......
......T A M A T'S......
...*Ziyad Nugraha Dananjaya...
...~...
...Nandita Agatha Kanendra*...
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