Just A Wedding

chapter 27

Please be understanding and wise in reading........

The author is afraid to run out of words to be assembled because Arina is already in the phase of marriage.................

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Pak Satrio's black car enters an elite residential area in this notoriously hot city. I stared in amazement at the similar building of his house in soap operas - soap operas that aired on private television in this country. Large two-story building with a minimalist style combined with classic ornaments adds to the luxurious impression of this house. This whitewashed house looks lonely or maybe because when we arrived it was already showing at nine o'clock at night. The journey from my city to the city of Pak Satrio which we usually travel with five hours, we have to travel with eight hours of travel. Along the way the car is like creeping because it is stuck. Maybe it's because it's Monday, where the day starts working after the weekend. I quietly stood in front of the door not daring to step in when I got out of the car. There was a feeling of fear in my heart, I did not expect Mr. Satrio to have this luxurious house.

" Let's go in."

" Yes mas........."

My feelings were mixed with a racing heart suddenly arrived - suddenly present without being asked. I followed Mr. Satrio into his house. Back surprised the room in this house is very spacious without any bulkhead divider separation between the room with each other so that it adds to the impression of spacious and luxurious. The living room, living room, dining room and kitchen concept like a mini bar made me continue to widen my eyes without blinking. In this family room there is something that attracts my attention there is a white piano and on the piano there is a violin that looks just played by the owner. Mr. Satrio seemed to know my curiosity because my eyes could not be separated from the piano and violin. The piano and violin reminded me of Henry, two musical instruments that Henry was very good at. When we were at Villa Henry always played the piano or the violin. I don't know what Henry's playing, but the music is so good and slashing. I always sat listening to Henry play the violin or piano while occasionally looking at me with a smile.

" It must be Adryan who plays it, he prefers classical music in contrast to Adry who follows the music of today"

" If Adry's studio is upstairs on the third floor"

Mr. Satrio's explanation broke my daydream about Henry. I just nodded - nodding and clumsy with my own thoughts.

Mr. Satrio opened a room on this first floor. There are two rooms here that are next to each other and one facing each other. I followed him into the room which I thought was quite luxurious. A king-size bed with white curtains and bed cover bed sheets with matching colors will add a feel to relax the body in this bed. I who like the village people can only be amazed - amazed to see it.

" There's no TV in this room. We do have two TVs in the living room and in the living room."

and again I just nodded trying to understand his explanation.

" Bath and sleep ! You must be tired ! "

" i.y......Sir "

" I mean mas."

Mr. Satrio smiled then stood up and kissed the top of my head. Like I was wrong with what he was doing. Mr. Satrio walked out of this room closing the door slowly. My thumping heart I held with my left hand tried to calm myself by breaking down my body. Aaaahhhhh this bed is very soft.

After bathing and getting dressed again I laid myself down in this bed. Like a child I rolled my body cheerfully without burden. I did not realize how long Mr. Satrio had been in the room and looked at me. I stopped and took a sitting position because I was so ashamed of my childlike behavior. The little black-striped white pajamas he wore were in line with the ones I was wearing tonight.

Back I was shaking considering tonight was our first night. Mr. Satrio was sitting next to me, making me even more nervous. If I notice his face is very clean and he doesn't look too old either. Isn't forty-eight a man a mature age in all things ? His career and love life ?

Mr. Satrio looked at me with a look I could hardly understand. I shifted my seat which was a bit too close to him. I'm very nervous.if asked how I feel difficult I strand into a beautiful sentence, but for sure I was very nervous and my feelings were mixed between fear and confusion because of my unholy state anymore. I never talked about this issue with him. Mr. Satrio slowly grabbed me by the nape of my neck and brought it closer to him. Giving touch - soft touch. I closed my eyes, trying to hold back what I was feeling. Why is Henry's face there when I close it. I bit my own lip after Mr. Satrio took it off. Only Henry's face became clearer in my eyes as if he did not want to escape. Without me realizing he had let go of what I was wearing, but with a movement that arrived - suddenly Mr. Satrio covered me back with bad cover

" Sleep you must be tired ! I slept in the next room."

Her raucous voice pressed down on my throat made me surprised she did nothing to me just a kiss. After saying so he left the room leaving me in a state of no certainty. I curled up in this bad cover, between sad, disappointed and. Why did she just dump me as a girl ? I cried, I cried and cried between me happy because I was untouched by him and sad because I felt insulted by his attitude. I've been opened without a thread but just left it.

" Mother......... Henry I want to come back to you......."

Screaming noiseless me in my own embrace. I embrace my own body in this blanket, what should I do with my future ? Especially after clearly hearing Mr. Satrio's words before leaving to leave me in this room alone.

" I can't..........I've never done it other than with Asri my wife. Sorry..........."

" O Allah what trials give to servants. Will this sadness continue in my life ? Moms......... Henry."

I sleep in my sleep, in a cry that I don't know for what ? Who am I crying for ? But in this heart there was a deep sense of sadness that I could not translate with words. As soon as I strand beautiful sentences for myself. Praise myself, I have to be strong no matter what.

The sound of the music.....the sound of the violin. Am I dreaming ? Is that Henry who plays music for me ? Henry. Rushing I ran towards the origin of the violin sound, opening the room with the blanket that was still my clothes. I'm crying. A young man almost as tall as Henry plays the same music as Henry. Without getting distracted and without looking at me he continued to play the violin, playing the rhythm I missed so much. I just kept crying.

After finishing his game he put on the long pajamas that he wore as a complement to his pants pajamas.do not say anything - did he lead me back to the room to help me relax my body.

seriate...................