IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Wedding Reception

The event starts with a grill procession or a manten meeting.

At half-ten we left the hotel room. Because it's quite a distance from the hotel to the reception building. The show will start at ten.

This time not only the driver picked up, but there was also a scene there.

When I got out of the elevator I was waiting in the lobby with Dian.

The account went down lately because there was still a little problem with the dress I was wearing earlier.

"aidah.. my sister is getting pretty" sedek.

"ready ready? yok left" said Dian.

"cusss, do not have to stay outside for long, will fade tuh make up" said Nita.

Anyway, if he has spoken, no one can argue. Yes-yes in aja. It could be a long story.

After the car arrived at the venue, we went down a different road. Because the convoy of the bride who will carry out the procession grill is being prepared.

Dian walked towards the groom's entourage, who would then together walk towards the bride's whereabouts.

While I walk towards the guarantee accompanied by adek. There was already a crowd of families ready to welcome me there.

Ever since I got out of the car, I've been holding my arm tightly. I take that as his spoiled form towards me. Which after this may be my time should be split for more people. So that my attention to him has been made sure it will be reduced.

I'm walking closer. There was another figure caught by my netra, before I greeted the families.

"sister, brother calm down. There's brother Jo with his family here" for a moment I fell silent. I still remember what I talked about last night with Dian. It's just that I still need time to re-regulate my emotions.

"yes, no problem" I said to Adek.

"but Jo's brother is not here. He's in Dian's entourage"

Up here is something I can conclude. The coming is not just for me. But to arrange the arrival of someone who honestly I did not invite him.

"Kayra, good luck with your new life, baby" her mother came straight to me and threw a hug.

I'm well aware, the only fault lies with Brother Jo. But somehow, it felt like I was so awkward to interact with this family. And hasn't that been going on since?

I just feel a little awkward. Mama mama who is not sad to see her son fall apart just because of a woman? Even it affects mental health once the education he is taking.

If I remember that, I always remember how Zia's endadzah happened to me at the time when all those bad things happened to Dian.

All because of me, even without my knowledge and definitely not me who would.

Maybe just because of the closeness of our family, so that at all I did not receive a curse from the family brother Jo.

I hugged her mom back Jo's sister. Little tight.

"forgive Kayra aunty. For choosing others as the ultimate port" I with great difficulty held back tears from coming out. Because the time is urgent, Ses Nita can fuss seven days is not yet finished if my makeup wears off.

"you're not wrong. No need to apologize. Because that soul mate can't be in the country" his mom brother Jo looked at me with a smile sumringah.

Then the sound from the loudspeaker mentioned that the event would start soon.

I took a deep breath and threw it away. I do it repeatedly to eliminate the nervousness that strikes.

Why does this heart have to come back erratic? Isn't everything clear. Even the one who was hurt was trying to be sincere. I shouldn't have felt guilty like this.

While the arrangement of the show was read, I was still given advice when later to do everything in the procession grill.

Understand it or not, I just nodded my head. The peace and strength I had last night seemed to be gone.

While my eyes can't reach Dian's current whereabouts. To communicate through a mobile phone is impossible. Because we didn't bring it together.

I need to stare at her stuff for a second to get rid of this unpleasant feeling.

Without realizing it, cold sweat filled my forehead.

"just rilex, it's just his twinkling. The most thrilling process was yesterday" said one family.

"iya bude" I replied with a faint smile.

What if someone else could read my mind without me saying???

"sister wasn't having breakfast, why did it look pale? " fennel comes with a tissue to remove sweat that looks as big as corn seeds.

"already deck. Brother is just. "my words are stuck. Too many people pass by, I'm not comfortable if anyone else hears.

"is something bothering my sister's mind?

is...is the arrival of Brother Jo? " adek spoke more closely as he mentioned his name. He knew enough about what I was worried about.

"whatever. Even though last night sister Dian had told me about this.

But guilt and anger can not just disappear.

But now, the guilt of the older brother.

It hurt too much to force him to be in this place" with all my might, I kept trying to hold back the puddle of tears so as not to fall.

"calm down, brother. He himself is ready to come. I said that before, but he himself felt sure to come. Everything's gonna be fine. Sis Dian was already waiting for sister in front.

Because I asked permission to go to the bathroom first with a companion adek. Until the long conversation we had no one to listen to.

"istighfar sis. Read solawat. Breathe in. Everything is ok"

Then we left the bathroom. Welcomed by ses Nita who directly increase the thickness of my powder. It feels like I have caught my face.

The show started. One by one, a series of grilling events took place.

With a sigh of relief I clasped tightly onto Dian's hand. As if I didn't want to let go. He is my strength now.

Without me saying anything, apparently he was able to pick up on the signal of worry within me.

"why was it so long ago? any obstacles? " ask Dian on the sidelines of the procession when there is an opportunity.

"sorry, I... earlier..my feelings are mixed again" I said softly and stifled.

"what because of him? " dian's guess hit the target directly. Looks like Dian and Adek are deliberately planning to take brother Joe away from around my sight.

Our discussion no longer continues. Because the MCs are back to reciting a series of unfinished events.

Then I whispered to my mom to ask for a break before the photo event with the guests was live.

I need more energy to get rid of this anxiety. But the name of the heart, if it has come mellow, it will be a little difficult to drive it away.

Until the photo show came together. One by one guests approached us at the bar. Giving congratulations, hugs to kisses.

Many people who approach for a moment disperse the sense that is haunting me. Until the family came Jo. But no one himself followed.

The guests were busy tasting the dishes. There are only two people queuing up to take pictures. But also did not see the figure of Jo.

Until the day gets more and more noon. The guests changed into our friends. From all directions, you can say that.

I didn't think it was coming. It feels like almost from all the friends I invited came.

Considering I used to be so quiet, someone even said I was arrogant and pretentious.

About Dian, her friends are more from college and work.

Three of my best friends are together, uh one of four. Melan, Meysa, Melda and Siska. They seem to be joking in a circle of tables. I feel like running to them. But how can I wear this big, wide long dress that I'm wearing.

They are happy on my happy day. All of us can gather that is enough.

Not many friends were present for a long time. In addition to our close friends. Until the end of the session came the Pesantren family where I used to study.

Ustadz Billal is now officially with Siska. We congratulated each other, for we have not met since.

Also sister Maryam with sister Nicho and their little baby, Hafsyah. With a big family.

A deep sense of happiness enveloped our wedding reception. With so many guests coming, congratulate.

Until the last session the atmosphere was still boisterous, lively. Especially with my mother's colleagues, papa is also Dian's family. They were the most excited between the two sessions before her.

Still his papa looks brother Jo standing at the entrance doorway as the receptionist. Just by looking at him I don't know why my heart is getting restless again. It felt like I was reminded of the figure that a few minutes ago I forgot.

Extraordinary fatigue has attacked me. I yawned many times.

I don't know how many hundred photos have been taken. But the camera holder mas still spirit told us to do various kinds of poses. Until the end of the show, when my make up has begun to fade.

I can't wait to hear the MCs close the show. Until the name arrived from the Pesantren Leader where Dian bernaung called to recite prayers. My heart is so relieved.

The show is really over.

I didn't leave the guarantee right away. My feet still feel frozen because of the long standing wearing high heels.

Without me asking, someone came with my flatshoes. How happy I am, my legs are free at last.

It was only then that we both left the temple, a historic place that we would never sit in again. But the memories are what we will carry until later.

We walked to the room that was prepared to rest for a while the tenant. None other than the room I used to occupy during the flush procession.

Not wanting to wait any longer, I immediately asked to be changed and cleaned my face from the makeup that made my eyes could not close. Because the eyelashes are so thick and long.

Dian left the room back.

Until I finished taking off all the clothes and makeup, now it was Dian's turn who was asked to come in to remove the wedding dress that was still on.

I was surprised, because Dian didn't come alone. Except with Jo. Though my heart was beginning to calm down, I thought that there was no longer him in this place.

"talk both. Finish it" I can hear Dian say that to Jo's sister.

One centi, now Dian is in front of me.

"Jo wants to apologize in person. Meet me while I change my clothes"

My feelings are back. What the fuck is this? my husband told me to talk to his former rival.

Is that their friendship?

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