Festive Collection
EPS 26'S. IT TURNS OUT
Dahlia is an established, well-earned and beautiful woman. The youngest of nine siblings has not yet found his life partner, let alone husband girlfriend is not in the collection of his life.
His life is straight, not turning, not neko-neko. His friendship was with only a few people.
At his age who had stepped on the head of forty years. Dahlia Kusuma has never desired to marry, the straying in her mind marriage is a confusion, a woman's obedience to a man who is not her father, brother or other kinship.
"I don't want to get married, anyway". Dahlia tried to be firm with her father's mother.
"Mother's paternal grandchildren are many, right?, not necessarily my children". Ketus Dahlia after dinner together on the night of Sunday the twenty-fourth of September two thousand twelve, precisely the conversation took place.
Sarni who heard Dahlia's words was shocked, her first brother who was very fond of Dahlia.
"Why don't you want to get married?". Sarni went into Dahlia's room without knocking first.
Dahlia is busy with her office work that is still piling up yet she had time to finish in the office.
"Sarni, Dahlia is happy with everything, the older siblings have enlivened this house, not the other brothers. My nephew has had a lot". Dahlia gives understanding to Sarni.
"That's your brothers' son.".
"Yes, if the house is full, then why else would mommy's father want my grandchildren". Dahlia closes the laptop and invites Sarni to talk on her bed.
"Your words make mom's dad sad".
"Is it because I'm a spinster, who doesn't practice, keeps mom's dad shy about having kids like me in front of his family, friends, social friends, and dad colleagues". Dahlia.
"It's also Dahlia". Refute Sarni.
"What right, brother?". Dahlia asked back.
Sarni just kept quiet and looked at her youngest sister with a glare.
"What's the matter, so Dahlia won't marry and hates marriage". Sarni muttered in his heart.
Admittedly, Dahlia was not like a virgin in general in her teenage years. Preaching to lure the people of Adam, or to bring men home, play or make a pact, come here and there. Sarni is so attentive to Dahlia's behavior during her school days.
Since Sarni's school time doesn't give it much thought, let's focus on learning not to date. But now Dahlia is nearing her adult limit.
His friends are already married, have grandchildren even have become widows.
" Even according to Dahlia, her friend Siti has been widowed three times. My sister has not been married once". Santi told her husband before going to bed.
"Not yet mah time, Dahlia does not want to be disturbed by his career". Santi's husband turned off the sleeping lights next to his right bed.
"When is my sister going to be single?". Think Sarni.
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Dahlia never spoke of heart, she continued to fight me with her office work. The target is next month he wants to go to America, the city of Sam uncle who became his dream country.
"America I'm coming". In the country plan that has been attached to the wall of his room.
The country he has visited, Dahlia marked yellow, Malaysia, Singapore, Japan, the Netherlands, England, Istanbul he had explored.
"Don't confide in humans, humans love disbelief". Dahlia said, she is often disappointed by human attitudes and traits. Man is two-shoved.
Choosing silence is the reason, never speculating with debt, arisan or get-togethers that are not clear direction and purpose.
The office, home and family work of the country are just the rhythm of Dahlia's life. Not very knowledgeable and not very concerned with the affairs of others.
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Tickets to America are in hand, visas, passports and administrative equipment are in order. Do not forget the data and work needs that must be completed in America will be prepared. Most data uses soft-copy, only some hard-copy data is in the Dahlia bag.
Carry bags (backpacks) are branded black, so Dahlia's choice is among the collection of other bags in the display cabinet in the corner of his room. " The backpack is nice to carry, and some of the pouch collections are adequate enough to carry Dahlia's gear while in America".
Mini suitcases with several strands of clothing, and other needs are safely under control. Not much, usually from his home only brought one small suitcase, he could go home with a suitcase. It is a gift for all family members.
Practically, like going to an ordinary place. Casual dresses have always been Dahlia's fashion. Although his age is quite mature, because the style and way of wearing cover his age. "Must have a lot to cover... Hehe...". Reveal Dahlia while thinly dressing her face in front of her bedroom dresser made of brown teak wood, with shiny lacquer, strong and sturdy filling Dahlia's room.
Rows with wardrobes made of teak wood with the same color.
"Going home from America you must get married". Mother's words are like the tip of a knife through the heart.
"Is it so easy? Looking for a life partner". I said as I stroked her mother's hand.
"Before you die you have to get married, you have found the best mate".
"What! Mom wants to match me to a man I don't know". Dahlia is confused as to what to do.
On her way on an airplane, and during a week of work in America, Dahlia was unsettled, thinking about her mother's decision.
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"It's ust Burhan, mother's niece, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow you have to get married".
"Burhan!. old name, sis Dahlia. An ust wants to marry me... Oooh my God's. How is this, want to feel run away and run away from this house.
"Can't my mom get me?". Dahlia tried to think clearly and resist emotions.
"Well, household is not a game of mah," Dahlia was unable to say another word.
"Makanya Mamah betrothed you to Ust Burhan, you will have no regrets and Mamah is sure you will fall in love after marrying Burhan".
Mamah remained encouraging and confident that Burhan was the right man to be a companion of Dahlia, becoming a priest who would later guide and guard until old age even to the death of separating.
"Oooh Burhan, were you the angel that God sent me?, before my mother died. This marriage was a consequence.
The consequences of my devotion to Mamah are at the very end of her disappearance in this world.
Dahlia's perplexity sees the future husband who has been betrothed by his mother, a young Ust in a pure white stripe, with a mole on the end of her thin chin, her sharp eyes and curly black hair. Height and use a sarong cloth.
How will the holster go into the building to my place of work? Dahlia could no longer think.
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