Is God's Choice?

40. Wedding Dress Memories

Nightfall. Starting from a chat and small jokes that decorate the harmony of the family pak Muhamad Hasbi. After everything was done with the dinner, they were still engrossed in their respective seats. When at the dining table they require to leave their cell phones in their respective rooms, so that when then no one is busy with flat objects.

"Egem ... Those who want to marry this spirit are looking for money. I have a small shophouse in Egypt there still want to explore business here and become a lecturer as well. Chirps Mr. Hasbi who looks at his son who seems like a lot of what he thinks.

"Ahh, I can." Razi just want to improve the economy of our family well, though anyway Razi college has a lot of cost. Razi just wanted me not to cape-cape again to spell. Said Razi staring at the middle-aged man who was before him.

"Yes I understand a," just I don't want you busy with all your business these few days until you forget your walimah event which is less than 2 months.

"Yes, a... Aa not ready for the wedding dress, delivery and all the needs for the event later, if aa busy gini how, try? Add Bu Aisyah who slightly glanced at Kia with a face that was not as happy as before.

Finally Kia also gave advice that he had long wanted to convey.

" A kalu Kia can advise how to dance no need to pesen wedding dress again, the posture and height of the deceased Kak Prama is almost the same and the posture of Kia and Taripun is almost the same, how if aa and Tari wear Kia aja wedding dress!" He said as if strengthening himself not to show his sad face.

"But, brother."

Said Rahma who was encouraged by Razi who did not agree with his sister's proposal.

"That's not good, deck. What her parents said, Dari if aa same Tari uses a wedding dress that is not the choice or desire of Dance, whether she will not be offended" huh! Said Razi raising his eyebrows next to his.

"Yes, baby ... Surely a bride must have dreams about the wedding dress that she will use in her sacred moment. Sorry dear, my mother and I refused your advice, because this is a historic day for Dance. Tukas bu Aisha gave understanding to her daughter who was sitting next to Rahma.

" Look, later try to talk directly to Tari. Who knows, Dari would take your advice. This time Mr. Hasbi helped provide a middle ground for this problem.

"But, brother ... You will be able to wear the wedding dress when you get a replacement from Kak Prama. That would be something historic for the memories of Prama's brother and sister, wouldn't it, ma'am?" Said Rahma who was stared intently by her mother and also Razi.

Had this son of all said rich that again. Inner Razi.

"Grt ... Rahma, what are you talking about. You finished your job there! The orders of Aisyah ma'am who realized the change in Kia's face that had dammed the steep water that would flow from both eyes.

"Hmmm, mum...?"

I'm also a part of this family, when I can't interfere?" Rahma's rise from the chair she had pushed back with her fern and slightly pursed her lips signified the disappointment she might still be considered a child.

"Yes already then, Kia entered the room because she was coughing." He said a lie while wiping away the tears that had soaked his cheeks.

"Son, darling ... Listen first!"

While Aisyah was trying to prevent Kia from going to her room because, Aisyah did not want Kia to be sad anymore.

Razi quickly grabbed Aisyah's hand so that Aisyah did not have to worry about Kia. "Mother don't follow Kia first, leave her alone! sometimes he would understand all of this well. His mood hasn't been so good these days. Surely he only felt sad because, not yet able to accept the fact that Prama was gone.

In the room. After I close and I lock the door to my room. I drop this body right behind the door. My heart is as if slashed to hear the words of Rahma, O Allah is it possible that I will find my soul mate again? Or will I feel this pain again? I will only surrender to You when You meet Me with Your Choice. But can I forget the sweet memories with brother Prama? Am I going to be like this?. There are many questions in this heart. I slowly saw a large cardboard box bearing the name of the printing press that had sent a large cardboard containing invitations that would be distributed to my relatives, friends and colleagues under my bed.

Slowly I open a very strong adhesive on the cardboard, I grabbed the scissors on the table to make it easier for me to open the cardboard and see the invitation design that he had ordered at that time.

I took an invitation that already had the name of someone who would be invited. "See, brother, this invitation is so beautiful? brother is the smartest in choosing everything for me, brother most understand that I can not choose a simple invitation but impressed elegant.

" Let's see, here's the name we both have "Married Prama Purnama and Nakia Rahmadhani Aulia" our names are engraved beautifully, brother!"

My finger followed every letter of the law a name written in gold ink and it was clear that my name and her self were so prominent. I wiped the tears that began to wet this invitation. I kissed my name and his name I would occasionally hold warmly.

I saw a medium-sized box that I had memorized exactly where the box came from. I didn't know that these boxes and boxes were under my bed. I tried to reach the box slowly I removed the ribbon knot on it. I saw the wedding dress that I had worn at Aunt Renata's boutique with her.

"View ... Look, sis! this is the wedding dress that my sister chose for me, I love the color and the model! Brother always makes me more and more in love because you can choose the best that I like.

Slowly I open the back zipper of the wedding dress, I try to wear it even though it has not been closed perfectly my back, I try to reflect while continuing to look at me who is like a princess heaven though, I try to, I don't wear my partner's hijab but I try to wear a crown on my head. I blabbed in front of the mirror.

"View... Look at me now, brother!" I've been wearing the clothes that my sister chose. Maybe if brother is here, in another week I can hold the hand of brother like royal princesses who are fondly held by the handsome prince.

Hehe ... His daughter's time is my, brother? If you see me as a bride and cry, my makeup will wear off and you will stay away from me and think of me as a witch because, my eyes were full of black noda from ailiner that was wet from my tears. I kept crying over my attitude and my behavior in the mirror on my dresser. I'm turning my body around as I'm going to be the bride tomorrow.

I showed my actions as if I was looking at him and showed my facial expression as if I had received a ring that he pinned on my sweet finger finished reading the ijab and khobul.

"I, going crazy with all this, I'm completely out of control, I realize I'm fantasizing in front of a mirror. I drop my body on the floor again. I put the crown that was in my palm on the table. Slowly I wanted to take off the wedding dress I was wearing. However, my body began to lose energy. To take off the dress that's on my body, I can't. How can I lay my body on the bed? Slowly my eyes began to get tired probably due to too long I cried.

And there was no sound of a chicken in my eardrum, I fell asleep under the floor until the junkyard showed at 4 a.m.

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