IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Engagement

Towards the dhuhur came a few more cars, brothers whose house around Jogja only. Before that, dozens of boxes came along with other hands.

Though Melan wanted to be proposed, but all the goods are in my house at this time. So smile to yourself, just imagine if all this proposal came from Dian.

Aaarrgghhh, why be married..marriage..and marry this guy in my brain!

"let's all start getting ready. In order not to wait too long" Eyang began to act to move his grandchildren who were still cool curcol.

Women, if you have talked. I like to forget the same time.

The ground floor is filled with parents. His children were upstairs.

I also did not miss being prepared, performing with makeup as best I could. Not because Dian was there, but it was a special day for my best friend.

After all the preparations were done all started marching. Walk to Melan's house with a box and a tray on each hand.

I got a section carrying a box containing a pearl-patterned tile fabric with silver pink. From the outside it looks soft material, will certainly be very beautiful if later made into kebaya. Unfortunately not for me 😀

I started to step inside Melan's house. The reason is clearly seen Dian welcomed the escort group with a camera in hand. Her face looked so fresh with an unusual hairdo.

His smile continued to expand, whether it was special for me or for all the guests.

My heart thumped even more as my eyes again caught the existence of the figure who had often disturbed me, Ustadzah Zia. Inevitably, I cannot avoid. In my heart I continue to pray, may this meeting not come back to bring disaster.

Trying to neutralize my heartbeat by shifting my focus to Melan. Dian's smile really piqued my heart. But had to hold back a smile because there was a guard at the end there.

I am not willing to let go of hugs either. After that I took a seat behind the other brother. Let's just say I'm hiding. I'm not afraid of Zia's ustadzah. It's just that I don't want to look so flashy in order to avoid the gaze from Dian which is definitely difficult for me to hide a smile.

The show has not yet begun. But from where I sit can be seen Dian still aiming at the camera. I hope I'm not the main object of the picture.

Judging from the way he held the camera, this was not the first time he held the thing. Honestly, I was fascinated by his style. No less cool with Raymond style when taking pictures.

A few minutes passed, many people were seen enjoying the treat. From wet cakes to pastries. But this hand is difficult in movement to reach for food. I feel someone is paying attention. The heart wants to run immediately.

Being at this kind of event with Dian also ustadzah made me feel uncomfortable. Feeling restless on their own, while others seem to enjoy.

My feeling grew like I wanted to fly when I saw Dian's message

"you are so beautiful" followed by hugging and kissing emoticons.

Without my reply, there was another incoming message from the same person. This time a picture of a ring in the box. With the phrase "beautiful? not like? "

I shake my amused head. What does he mean? ask me in my heart. Which then my curiosity faded along with the start of the event.

MC read out the arrangement of the event. Welcome for the welcome delivered. The ring exchange was completed.

Arrive at a photo session together while being friendly. The photographer is still with the same person. We had a joke earlier when I took a picture with Gilang and Melan. Suddenly Dian handed the camera to someone else and joined the photo together.

Luckily there was no drama. Even earlier when our eyes accidentally met, Zia's corpse who was not far from her smiled at me. The smile that had been missing for years, was now beginning to expand again.

Everyone was enjoying the main menu banquet, as well as me. Accompanied by songs from the band that are currently hits. Then the MC mic goes back to sound with a singing voice directly from someone. And I memorized exactly whose voice it was. Melan, who was currently eating and sitting with me, continued to flirt. Lucky I didn't choke.

The next minute the mic goes back into the actual MC's hands. Who is none other than Dian's relatives are also Melan from Bandung.

But it wasn't just the MCs talking, it was the two of them. With a little chatter I felt that it was leading to me.

"it looks like there will be a dauble engagement" said the MC. Then back answered with a sentence implied by Dian.

My heart trembled again, dag dig dug not careless. Whilst the noise began to fill the room.

"forgive me my cunning for now. Because this is outside the event that it should be.

But it just so happens that here will be my extended family as well as Kayra's extended family. There's something I want to say.

With all humility I also apologize to Om Wijayakrama and mother, maybe this is not polite because I have not faced personally. But after this event, God willing I will come with abi and ummi"

My heart is getting worse when my name is also mama and papa called by Dian. And again, the last sentence left me completely dumbfounded. What does all this mean? Do I want to be in Lamar?

I clasped Melan's hand tightly, because she was the closest one to me right now.

"Bismillah hir rohman nirrohim, I hereby ask permission from Mr. Wijayakrama to propose the daughter of the father named Kayra Putri Almahira. The woman who has been my spirit all along. The woman who always filled my heart. The woman who has been in my prayer"

The mood has now turned to silence.

My eyes are looking for the whereabouts of mom and dad. I don't know what kind of coincidence, papa has been chatting with ustadz amin. While mama, I have not been able to step to where mama ustadzah Zia has approached mama first.

Now I shut my mouth with both hands. Resist all the flavors.

"ayo Kay, what are you waiting for" Melan said.

"i don't dream of this Mel? Try pinching" I told Melan.

It feels like a dream. I'm still in shock. Between yes and no. Did this really happen? this fast? Without any talk before him.

Crazy, Dian did not take the responsibility to flip my heart.

I approached Mama and Zia's ustadzah. Hugged my mom for a moment. Then Zia's ustadzah rubbed my shoulder while smiling. Does this mean?????

Is this the most beautiful gift from you?

I really can't believe this is happening. It was too late, a smile from Zia's ustadzah hinting that he would allow it.

The fate of God is who knows. He is the All-Reformer. The arrogance of the human heart is only a small thing to Him. Zia's heart had been broken, somehow. Dian never told me about this at all.

With the words basmalah also I try to set the heart and step. I hope this is a good start for me and Dian.

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