IF YOU ARE A FOOL

The Three Princes

Now it's time for Siska and I to sit at the table to receive guests. After we decided to pray dzuhur first. Because after I see, the third session starts from 12 to 15.

Invitations began to arrive, the faces of campus people who were not so foreign. The teachers began to fill the room.

Intertwined with the arrival of the representative students. Some of them recognize me but I don't recognize them.

Surprise, for the umpteenth time. This guy can always make me smile in silence.

This morning we met there was no word about this event. All of a sudden he came, why am I so happy to see him here.

Refraining is not easy, but if followed all it will only be lust. I could only smile a little as he filled the guest book. At first glance he looked at me and returned my little smile.

^^^"aahhhhh, this is how happy it is" in the heart it feels like to cheer happily.^^^

"astagfirullah" I said.

"why Kay" can be heard by Siska.

"gakpapa, the ad passes" I said at a glance with a smile.

Which then my happy hue can be caught by Siska.

"ecie, whose prince is coming" Siska whispered. He seems to know enough about the situation and conditions.

The new show runs for 30 minutes, a call from the microphone mentioning my name. It turns out that above the guarantee still lasts a photo session. I don't know how many photos were taken on camera.

More waow again, after I walked closer to the stage, saw the figure of Dian next to the bride. "what the fuck" my hiss in my heart.

Happiness is certain, but there is shame there. Awkward, because this is for the first time. Dian may request to take a picture with me.

The closer I feel my legs are getting heavier to walk.

Once the photographer has directed the style, then start counting to get ready.

Counted the two present another face that is no stranger to me, Sister Jo.

He patted the photographer on the shoulder and asked to join the picture together.

"i know you must be here" said Brother Jo right in the ear as he passed by me.

At the other end of the street stood ustadz with one of his friends. Where his eyes are not diverted at all from the direction of the stage.

My heart feels less and less. Why is it like this? what dreams did I have last night.

Can I smile in front of the camera?

Counts 1,2,3 chekrek, chekrek, chekrek. The camera takes a lot of photos.

I immediately walked off the stage before the two men managed to line up my steps.

With a little running I passed the place where Ustadz Billal was standing with someone. I'm heading to the bathroom. My heart is back in chaos in this situation.

For a while I stood in front of the mirror. Breathe in, breathe out. So up to a few times. I looked at my face. What exactly do they expect from me?

Looks like Siska is starting to realize that I disappeared for too long. My phone's ringing, Siska.

"yes, Sis"

"don't hide. It's time you showed that you have a decision, too. You deserve to choose Kay. You must dare to stand with your face straight, so that others are disinclined with yourself"

"okay okay. I just need to set my heart with this sudden situation" I assured Siska.

"okay, hunt" then Siska turned off the call.

A few steps I walked out of the bathroom, why there was an Ustadz Billal who seemed to be waiting for me.

"you're avoiding them? " ask ustadz Billal while giving me a glass of mineral water. As if he knew I needed a drink.

"you're like he's freaked out with those two guys" for a moment I digested what Ustad Billal said. I almost forgot he had more ability.

"sorry ustadz Siska is waiting for me" I really don't want to discuss this. Let alone say it on ustadz Billal.

"Kayra wait" said Ustadz Billal loudly.

My steps stopped and Ustadz Billal came back to me.

"i won't ask about them. I simply ask, what about your decision about what I said at that time"

Should I answer to a situation like this, it feels inappropriate. But how else, I don't want to hang this answer any longer.

"Bismillah.

Sorry ustadz, I cannot accept ustadz's good intentions. For now, also later.

assalamu'alaikum"

With firm and clear sentences I convey my rejection of Ustadz Billal.

He was silent, while I was saying goodbye and left without waiting for anything else.

When I turned around, there was another person standing a few meters away, Dian.

As I passed him he turned around and walked along my steps.

"it looks like something is important" Dian said.

"but it doesn't matter to you" I said casually.

"who told you to make me? " ask me back

"no, just a hunch" this time Dian said casually. It was as if there was a very close bond.

"i want to go home, and you don't exist. Waiting for a long time" Dian explained.

When we were almost at the reception table, there was a brother Jo standing there talking to Siska.

Brother Jo stared intently at Dian

"IT'S NOT LIKE YOU SEE" Dian said firmly with her jaw slightly open.

"hay sis" I greet brother Jo as he walks back to sit at the guest table. Unfortunately, I did not get any reply from Jo.

"no noise, yes, yes" Siska warned.

"the storm with him, it doesn't matter! mending me back" said brother Jo without looking at Dian, then sauntered away from the venue.

"no fuss here, no fuss outside either" this time I commemorate Dian.

"breed.

I went home first. You'll be careful when you get home" Dian left the venue.

I nodded and let go with a smile.

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hawh, why does the nulis follow dag dig dug huh???

who reads how, how do you feel when you read this chapter???

next, made even more exciting between Kayra, Dian, Johan and Ustadz Billal

don't forget don't forget.. his trail is 😘.