FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Come To Ex Party

Tonight is the toughest night for me, well .. tonight is Zain and Zanet's wedding reception, I look at myself in the mirror, my heart keeps wondering, ‘what's my lack????’.

I tried to dress up as pretty as possible, as if to prove to Zain that if he didn't deserve to betray me, I wore my favorite pink peach dress, with a matching hijab.

All this time I may seem a bit indifferent with my own appearance, I do not like dressing up menor, I only use thin makeup and makeshift. But tonight, I'm putting myself to makeup. Do not mean to want to rival the bride yes, I just want to prove it, if I am also better than Zanet, the woman who has been slept by ‘former husband-to-be’.

My chest did not stop pounding, imagining people would look at me with a pityful look. I blinked while shaking my head. “No, I can definitely face all this“ muttered me while rounding my hand and brandishing it like a campaigner.

“Huuuuuhhhhhh....hhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhh.......hhhhuuuuuhhhhhh........hhhhhhaaaahhhh” I keep breathing repeatedly, hoping the therapy to regulate the lungs can effectively remove the wrinkle in my chest. But nil, the result of my chest is still with an unreasonable feeling.

I tried to call Aunt Meta, who knew she could take me to the ex-con, who knows,

“Hallo Assalamu’alaikum Aunty tonight Yas want to go to his famous Zain, that's what Yas told you at the time, Aunt can't 'do nganter Yas go there????” I asked expectantly.

“Wa’alaikumsalam Yas, sorry aunt Yas, Aunty can not take you, Aunty today has an appointment with your Om, Om you have an invitation from one of her colleagues, to attend the engagement event of his son who was married“ Obviously Aunt Meta who disappointed me.

“Well Aunt, continue the fate of Yas how dong??” I tried sulking.

“What's wrong - do you go alone yes, prove if you are strong, if you can, the spirit yes Yas,“ Aunt Meta gives me a clear spirit makes me rotate both balls of my eyes.

“Ya already Aunty, if you can not Yas leave alone ya“ Finally I resigned.

“Yes, be careful Yas,“ Aunt Meta hangs up, but I haven't finished talking. Ah ...Auntie, this time can't be relied on.

It's cold tonight, it really can't cool my hot mood like it's on fire. I stopped my car on the shoulder of the road, tried again lung therapy that I had done, hoping the tightness in my chest would decrease, but the results were still nil. My chest is getting crowded.

I saw the invitation that was present at the wedding of ‘former husband-to-be’, all the faces look sparkling happy, feel the happiness of the bride, ah. I should be the one there at this time. But my throne was taken by others, now they are laughing happily on top of my suffering. I'm supposed to be the Queen accompanying the King today, but it sucks.

With all the rest of my strength left, I got out of the car, I tried not to cry, I held myself as I could, to stand in line and congratulate the bride.

Zain could gawk in disbelief to see me be present at his happy event. He looked at me inside. As if to say “Yas, you are beautiful once“.

I must look beautiful in her eyes, wong me and almost five hours really, painstakingly carved eyebrows using the formula of the phytagoras, which I had never done before.

“Hah, Zainnudin, Udiiinnn ... You have lost!! For betraying a woman as beautiful as me!!!” my heart is roaring - koar.

“Yas, are you okay - what?? Are you patient??” suddenly someone patted my back, spread my daydream that was berating the ex who was smiling sinlessly on the lap there.

“Eh, yes, I'm fine kok“ I replied.

“Sabar ya Yas, all this time you only keep the soul mate aja“ Said one of my friends who know the journey of our love story.

“Ah .. hheemmmhhtt“ My reply is lazy.

“Sabar ya Yas, you are okay - what right??” ask my other friend, holding my shoulder. They look worried and pity on their faces.

“I'm fine kok“ replied I tried to be reasonable.

“Yas, this is a sedative for you, maybe you after coming from here will have trouble sleeping“ my other friends come, and give the drug setoples.

Yes abuuuunnn why is their presence, instead of strengthening my heart, but instead it sounds mocking my heart??.

“I'm fine - what is it, I'm good - all right, Zain's problem is not so married to me, yes maybe it's because Zain is not my soul mate only“ Elakku.

“Iya Yas, it's okay, hope you get better from Zain yaa..” My friends tried to comfort me.

“Iya, aamiin thank yaa“, I replied accordingly.

“Yes already, if so I go home first, Yas, do not forget, the medicine is taken, safe kok“ pamitnya, while holding my hand which holds the medicine given from him.

Damn, I was hurt by Zain's treatment, but I wasn't going to get depressed at times either, until I needed a setoples drug like this.

Now, I'm even grateful, God shows their true nature now, try if everything is discovered after I get married?? Unimaginable, what will my life be like??.

Finally I decided to leave this cursed event, I entered my car and stored the medicine my friend had given me into my car dashboard.

Hah .. they all make me keep sighing. I drove my car with a feeling that ‘entah’ .

Not yet my car arrived at the destination, arrived - arrived my car stopped in the middle of the road is quite quiet, bad luck like this?.

I got out of the car, and tried to check my car, but unfortunately I did not understand the car engine at all, I ended up sitting limp on the side of the road, I don't know what to do.

After an uphill struggle, after I tried to die to look strong and strong, making my legs very limp even to walk.

I tried to stand up, “mobil you why not support me?? Do you also want to make fun of my heart??” like a madman, I asked my car.

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Connect ....

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AFTER THIS CHAPTER, PLEASE GO STRAIGHT TO CHAPTER 8. BECAUSE CHAPTER 4,5,6,7 IS A COPY OF CHAPTER 8. JUST A DIFFERENT POINT OF VIEW. AND NOW, CHAPTER 4,5,6,7 IS IN TOTAL REVISION. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE. AND THANKS.

Don't forget the support....