I'm Not an Actor

It's the same as looking for trouble...

My family and Yoga decided my wedding day was a month away. Because we need a lot of preparation, even though I don't want to be celebrated as big as my first marriage.

Yoga agrees. He was also lazy if he had to bother inviting many people.

"Quite the blessing of both parents and ijab qobul only" says Yoga.

I no longer work in Angga's office. Andi has also got another job.

If it's Dance, she'll focus on finishing her studies first. Only later after graduation mas Andi will ask for it.

We have all programmed well. Because both Yoga and mas Andi are among those who are perfectionists.

They always take into account the steps. Different from me sometimes. Just find it easy.

Yoga brought me to a boutique. He said he wanted a kebaya message for our show.

"It's just me, Ga. Why order clothes at the store?" I asked when Yoga took me there.

"It's a once-in-a-lifetime moment, Wid. Must be special dong clothes. Even if the show is simple."

Yes, I did, I just followed. I also don't have a kebaya dress that's appropriate for a wedding. Some of my kebayak have often been used for condangan.

When we got to the store, we met Irene. Yoga friends that I haven't had time to ask again.

"Hay, Ga. How are you?" greet Irene.

"good. You're here?" ask Yoga.

"I own this boutique" Irene said.

Deghs.

Why did Yoga turn here? I don't like Irene.

"Oh, this boutique is yours? Coincidentally. I'm the same Widhi, my future wife, wants to find a kebaya for our marriage contract event" said Yoga without further ado.

Irene looked at me less like it. I could feel it, even though he said nothing.

"Can. Let my assistant serve him." Then Irene called her assistant.

"Serve this mbak. He wants to find kebaya he said." said Irene. From his words it seems he does not want to serve me alone.

Whereas usually, as far as I know, boutique owners will provide special services to prospective buyers who need the need for a wedding.

Irene's assistant took me to a room on the second floor of the shop.

It seems that Irene was on purpose so that she could freely chat with Yoga. Evidently when Yoga wanted to take me, Irene made Yoga undo his intentions.

Frankly I've bete. But to immediately refuse to be invited to the second floor feels reluctant.

I just try to think positively. Maybe there is something important that Irene will say.

Fortunately Irene's assistant named Nina, the person is very friendly. So it can slightly reduce my bete flavor.

"What color does Widhi want to wear?" ask Nina.

"Can I have a look? There is no idea what color to wear."

"Please mbak. There is also a picture of the models. Later if mbak Widhi want what is in this photo, mbak Widhi can order first. Our designer will direct." said Nina.

"Irene's designer?" askaku. Even though I knew Irene was on the first floor, I was worried that Irene would hear it.

"No, mbak. Here there is a special designer who will make a model for mbak Widhi." I'm nodding.

"This bunny belongs to Irene?" ask again.

"No. This is Sherly's mom, the aunt is Irene. But as long as Sherly's mom is overseas, the boutique is held temporarily by Irene's mom."

From the words of Irene's assistant, it seems that she doesn't like Irene.

"Widhi's mom knows where Irene is?" ask Nina.

"It's the same with Irene, mbak." Nina whispers.

"meaning?" I also want to slow down.

"Ati-ati anyway." Then Nina served me again.

I'm getting more and more ilfell to hear Nina's talk earlier. Until I finally told Nina to update her again, if I already got an example model.

I walked down to the first floor. Yoga is not there. I'm kind of freaking out. Where'd they? Irene was not seen either.

I called Yoga. Luckily Yoga picked up my phone. Yoga said, Irene asked her to wait at the cafe opposite the boutique.

"Have you finished choosing him?" tanya Yoga returned to the store.

Irene looked at me less like it. Like angry because his association with Yoga is disturbed.

I purposely wanted to make Irene bete. Make my back because he's close to my future husband.

"I'm confused, Ga. All good. What if you chose it?" I hug my arm Yoga.

Things I rarely do, never even. Yoga is not romantic at all.

If you are romantic, laugh. It makes males.

"Let me help you. Ordinary Ga, if people who do not know the model kebaya, would be confused."

I gulped my saliva hearing Irene's chatter. I really want to poke his mouth.

I saw my watch. Then pretend there's a sudden event that I have to go to.

"Ga, I guess tomorrow we'll pick it up again. It was late afternoon, I forgot something." I said origin. Because I don't have any idea what show.

"What's that?" tanya Yoga scrunched her forehead.

"Let's tell you on the street." My eyes were deliberately directed at Irene. As a sign that I don't want Irene to hear it.

"Come on." I pulled Yoga's hand to leave the boutique immediately.

Yoga was also good for Irene. I just stared at Irene. Why do I have to be friendly to people who do not want to be friendly with me.

On the way, Yoga asked me again why I did not choose kebaya.

Since we were just riding the bike, I asked him to speak later when he was at home.

I mean my parents' house. Yoga took me to his house. He said to get used to it at home. Because later after we get married, Yoga will ask me to stay there.

At his house, I was surprised. Because the house has changed. The house was painted in my favorite color.

The courtyard of the house has been transformed into a mini garden with a small fish pond and the sound of water gurgling from the pool pump.

"When did you change it, Ga?" ask me while looking at the mini garden in the front yard.

"Yesterday has just come" replied Yoga.

Uh, that's why there's no fish pond? Yofa said later that we were married, and I lived here. I will choose my own fish.

"Why should I choose, Ga?" my many.

"And you will empathize. So you choose yourself. Let's take responsibility for your choice."

Then I went into the Yoga house. The atmosphere is completely different. Yoga changes the position of many furniture. Even though I still wear old furniture.

"If you don't like the layout or want to change the furniture, say so. We'll find a new one."

I'm shaking. No need to waste that on that. The old ones are still worth wearing. And of course there are a lot of memories of those things.

Except Yoga wants to throw away all his memories.