Hijab And Waiting
Verse of Love
Weekend on a clear morning. Diana is still thinking about the contest that will be held tonight. The art festival tonight is very lively, supported by many bazar stands in the field in the subdistrict. After work, this afternoon Diana invited Purnama to see the place they were coming to tonight. They also go around.
"I didn't go" said Diana, who surrendered even before the war.
"What's? Just yummy. You want to leave me alone like a fool at the festival, huh...?!" said Purnama a little upset.
"But.", Diana hesitated to continue her words.
"Anyway follow. There are no words but....We want to find a new experience. Win lost business lately", said Purnama full of enthusiasm and confidence.
Diana only shook her head at the words of her best friend. Finally they went home to each other to prepare for the event tonight. Diana was busy looking for the clothes she was going to wear tonight. Obviously he was confused, all his clothes were no match to bring to the competition. Oma who saw her granddaughter was urinating, finally spoke up.
"Why the hell....It seems a little upset", ledek Oma.
"Don't have a proper costume to wear to the Oma festival" he said sadly.
Oma smiled and opened her wardrobe, glimpsed by all the old clothes. Then he took her a clothes hanger that contained her long, knee-length tunic, white with sheen knickknacks on the edges of her buttons. Diana, who saw the clothes were taken out of the closet, was very surprised, not expecting that her Oma had a good store of clothes in the closet. He also tried it directly. After Diana glanced in front of the mirror attached to the clothes, she was amazed at herself who looked so graceful.
Beautifully. His murmur in the heart. He then ironed the clothes complete with hijab and trousers that he would wear. After that he immediately rushed to the bathroom to clean himself and prepare to perform maghrib worship.
The wall clock has shown at 19:00. Diana picked up the small bag and returned to the mirror once more. After he felt enough, Diana finally rushed towards the fence and her younger brother Kevin was ready outside the house to take his older brother. Not to forget Kevin also gave Diana spirit.
The full moon was waiting for Diana to arrive. He sat in the company chair. His gaze was still around, he saw the watch on his wrist. His heart was worried because Diana was his best friend had not yet appeared. A few minutes later the number of participants 013 was called, Purnama swept his gaze. It was Diana's number. Until the MC calls for the 3rd time, at the end of her figure a light blue hooded girl with a white tunic full of sheen and trousers that match her veil was emerging from behind the stage. Purnama was a little relieved, but also a little upset because his friend had arrived late and did not meet him first. The music started to sound slowly.
Desir sand in the barren desert
se*an excited thought of the heart
I am separated from complicated love
When my faith comes
love is not just love
the great sacrifice of love I bet
I'm sorry I'm not perfect
this love I can't take care of
The verse of love tells a story
my love for you...
When happiness begins to touch
as if I could live longer
but I have to leave love
when I bow down
Rossa*
Not so bad song by Diana. But he is also not so sure he will be a champion. He is not at all an expert in the world of sound. He often accompanies Purnama to music studios for vocal rehearsals. Sometimes he sings too. After the music stopped, Diana got off the stage and approached Purnama.
"Your train will surrender before fighting", ledek Purnama.
"Even though I know I will lose, but I'm not as bad as you imagine" said Diana chimed in.
"Diana, tomorrow night there is still a dangdut festival, tomorrow we see yuk!" invite the real Full Moon not sure Diana will approve.
"What....? not wrong?! not ah.. you are aja sono", Diana immediately refused raw raw.
"IdiDih.kita wash your eyes. I don't want to see the festival either. We're going around the stan. I haven't been around yet. Well..mau yah..tenemenin me", said Purnama a little clear.
Finally Diana just nodded slowly to stop the full moon chatter that was not already.
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Today Diana came to the photo studio a little later, causing question marks from Fadhil and Hendra. Diana had not said much, she immediately busied herself with her work because she felt guilty. Fadhil watched Diana's gestures to see if Diana was okay. But like Diana still does not want to be spoken to, well she is always professional in carrying out her duties. His hands are still good at typing some files requested by customers to be printed and in photo copy.
Until finally lunch time. Diana picked up lunch and took her mukena with her to the break room. Fadhil followed her from behind, Hendra muttered inwardly at the closeness of Fadhil and Diana.
"Are you sick?" Fadhil asked Diana.
"No, I'm good" Diana replied casually.
"Why is it too late?" second question from Fadhil.
"Last night was a bit late to sleep mas, so bad luck deh wake up" he said innocently without telling Fadhil about the festival last night.
Fadhil began to understand and did not ask Diana again. Diana immediately cleaned her lunch, and rushed to the bathroom to pick up ablution and walked to the musholla to perform dzuhur prayers. Diana, who was done with her activities, finally walked away to continue her work again. But on the doorstep Fadhil tried to stop his steps.
"Diana, I love you", Fadhil again did not surprise Diana, obviously Fadhil is not the first man to express love to her.
Diana replied with a smile and ignored Fadhil's words. In her heart, she doesn't need a boyfriend right now. All he needed was a job and money to help his family's economy. Diana again busied herself with work in the studio.
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"Diana, I bought this. Look, good, right?!" said Purnama while showing a pink t-shirt and asking for Diana's opinion.
"Well, pretty feminine. Fits your personality" Diana said.
The dangdut music like her began to pollute Diana's hearing, as if she wanted to run away from that place. But Purnama tried to hold her back. Until the end they both met someone they did not know.
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The author is less fresh. Need segeran..quite like, trus kasi his vote deh....
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