I Just Want to Be Loved

Debate 2

The day before the wedding.

Cyka stared back at the reflection of her body in the mirror. He touched embroidery on the chest of the wedding dress he wore.

The seam indentation that forms its motip in the soft jaw. Carefully the boutique waiter raised the retreat connecting the left and right sides of the white dress.

Cyka reviews the concubine at the corner of the dressing room. Compared to most wedding dress boutiques, the space is more spacious and comfortable, complete with a one-seat sofa in the left corner. He pulled the curtain over and popped his head out.

" Mum, " whispered Cyka.

Cyka waved her finger sign asking Risky to enter the fitting room.

He asked, "How ? "

" It's beautiful. " After Risky put herself on the couch.

Cyka watches Risky's shadow on the glass. The man did not respond either. The mobile phone is firmly attached to the palm of the lover's hand.

" It's !" exclaim Cyka again.

" Hemm. " With a breath in response.

" If you're silent, then I'm assuming you agree, huh?"

" It's up to you, honey."

Despite calling it dear, Cyka caught a faint tone of voice when the answer was thrown.

' Nevermind. '

He doesn't want to question it. He then drove Risky away so he could change his clothes.

" Dad, come on donk, I have to change the dress. "

" Just do it, haven't I seen everything. "

" It's !" Cyka shows a sullen face to Risky, which signifies dislike of his words.

" All right, honey, I'm out. "

Finished taking off the dress, Cyka still tried extra hard to divert Risky's interest from her phone.

" We're taking this one, huh mas ?"

" Don't choose another first?"

' Why cih, he knows we don't have time.'

" Why is this ? Less beautiful ?" ask Cyka while lifting the new dress in her try.

" Let there be a choice. "

" But if you choose but not the best ?"

" Mad, we marry her tomorrow, you know. And my dress doesn't exist yet. "

" Don't you yourself say a week is enough for us to prepare everything, so you can always be busy with your work and take our own preparation lightly. "

" So, I'll be clear with you about that."

Risky does not forgive. " You who take everything for granted and think you can do everything at the same time. "

Seeing the look on the face of the lover has changed, Risky realized that he had gone a little too far.

" It's good we take that one. " Risky approached and hugged her while whispering an apology.

Risky touched her face with both hands slightly raised her, without caring around her kissed the lips of the future wife.

After paying for the dress they chose, the two left the boutique.

" We eat before we go home. "

Cyka nodded, but despite getting an apology from Risky, cyka still looked moody.

Cyka approached the cafe located next to the boutique. Risky precedes her to spread out and hold the door until Cyka walks into the cafe. The behavior of a real man like the one Risky just showed was what made Cyka fall in love with him, and was unable to get angry long enough for him.

Ten benits after sitting down, their order arrived. Cyka took a sip of the iced coffee while Risky stirred - stirring the contents of the glass.

" It's !"

" Hemm. "

" What should we do about our family!, shouldn't there at least be someone who bears witness to the marriage for both of us tomorrow ?"

Cyka questions the target at the weakest point of the heart.

Given that neither side wants this marriage. Although different cases from the two families concerned.

" Believe me, everything will go according to what we want. "

" What do you mean !"

" Don't think of anything, we'd better eat now. "

******

Cyka sprinkled water from the wastefel onto her face, the water droplets hitting her face, seeping into her skin, and causing a refreshing sensation. He needed to calm down after going through the ordeal today.

' This is what many people always say ! that before marriage there will be doubts in our hearts, due to the debate earlier I feel a little hesitant to get married. '

Cyka was still busy drying her hands when the bathroom door opened. Risky came closer to him and with a touch of cotton, he wrapped his hands around Cyka's waist to touch the breast.