Just A Wedding

chapter 36

Do not forget to always be happy and smile even though the wound in the heart is very deep.

Cry, if it can make our hearts feel a little less pain.

Because who knows how deep and hurt our wounds only we know.

Happy reading..............

Greetings to your closest friends.............

I took off all the jewelry that I don't know who gave me. Assisted by Mr. Satrio who released jewelry in my body. I have to be strong.....must be strong. I sat there firmly by this side of the bed. As if this was my stop. I said in myself. I have to be strong even though I'm shocked because all parts of me have been pierced by painful reality. Though there are many thorns that I will lunge in my path. I can't look weak because of this guy. I cannot be seen in front of my husband. This man, is very sweet in his smile but kills me slowly as well with his smile.

" Later after I met his mother Adrian and Dik Rin came home from his mother's house. We're out, yeah,"

" Dik Rin can choose any jewelry Rin asks for,"

" How big and how expensive I'm going to buy it,"

Sentences - seduction sentences so smoothly out of Mr. Satrio's lips. Does he think I'm going to fall with a strand of his sentence that's so worldwide. The strands of false sentences that are often thrown by men to their partners, only to take away their trust. Just to make women fall in love. Just to set the position to look more romantic.

" No need to mas. I still have old earrings and wedding rings,"

Just the two-gram ring was Mr Satrio's jewelry.

Shaking their head slowly. I declined a subtle offer from Mr. Satrio. Not that I don't want to accept his gift. I just feel so dear to myself. I feel sorry for my heart. If I accept Mr. Satrio's gift again, I will inevitably wear it back. One day it will still be seen again by mbak Asri and again will be asked again. How many times will I get hurt ? How many times will I be disappointed ? How many times will I feel defeated ? How many times will I feel humiliated ? How many times will I feel that my position cannot be comparable to Asri's mother ? Let me take a step back. Let me wave a white flag that I don't know who the jury is and the referee is. Let me lose the game knowing who the winner is. All for myself, for my own peace. I choose to be in a comfort zone that will not hurt my heart and feelings.

" dk.......Rin g is angry, right ?" He asked in a soft voice. Trying to absorb slowly like particles - water particles that try to enter the pore colocasia although never will happen.

I smiled at Mr. Satrio. Should I tell you I'm angry ? Should I tell you I'm hurt ? Should I make a proposal that my heart is not good ? Couldn't he read my sparkling black netra. In the puddles of tears I hold ? Can't he read with my attitude ? If I was just pretending to agree with his will. He was fully expecting her to undo her intentions. Is he unable to read my mind and my body movements ? Did when in the womb of his mother he did not enter the class to receive lessons in the language of the net and the language of body movements.

Satrio's hand accidentally hit the skin on my back neck when he took off the necklace. It was so hot and ignited the flames of vengeance that I buried in the husk. I want to cry in my mother's arms. If mother was still alive, would she sincerely love her daughter treated like this ? Will he be silent to see his son-in-law doing rude things veiled in subtle attitudes and words ? I screamed in a groan that was only heard by me.

The soft kiss on my nape that Mr. Satrio gave me. Exposed and confined to a semi-permanent stiffness.I just kept quiet. Many times - when I blink - my eyelids hold back my tears. This necklace is not how much it costs, maybe I can buy it myself with my salary. But why when asked to mbak Asri, feel the whole world will never be able to buy it no matter what the price. This necklace just came out of my neck. But I was getting suffocated by a bigger gold chain than the one I was wearing. I'm getting less and less able to breathe because it binds so tightly. I feel heavy with the size of this fictitious gold chain. I palpated slowly with my hand this neck. The possession trail Mr. Satrio gave me in the front and perhaps behind my neck did not lead me to such a high fantasy, but further threw me down to the earth for miles in it. To make a new sea trough on the bottom of the ocean that is so deep and dark.

Calmly and still look authoritative. Mr. Satrio left me with a jewelry box and its contents that are no longer mine. This feeling was like being dragged down by a calm but powerful river current. And I'm tired of swimming to the edge.

" Dik Rin's. I'm out first yeah.wait for me if you come first,"

I just kept quiet and looked at Mr. Satrio who gave me a kiss on my forehead.

" I'll go alone. Mr. Sumadi interdik Rin"

Back I didn't answer just the nod I gave.

Adry follows Satrio because he wants to play at his friend's house. Today, Adry's Saturday is off school. Only me and Adrian remained. There was no conversation between us. Only Adrian was getting more and more intense looking at my neck. I remember there was a sign of ownership from Mr. Satrio there that was very clear. I tried to cover it up with my hands and felt clumsy with the situation. Adrian stood up without looking at me again. I let out a rough breath with a voice. Back I felt in Adrian's cold confinement. Because I saw him back at the dining table. Walk up to me and stand right behind me. As I sat down I did not know what he was going to do.

" If you don't have a shirt that covers your neck, at least wear this scarf"

Adrian's heavy voice was clear. Hooked the scarf around my neck.

" i...i........ii...

" It's not good for a woman to let a red mark on her neck look"

" I...i............." answered again and returned in a low voice.

" Thank you very much "

My voice cannot be loud in front of him. Where is the story of the stepmother who can control her husband and children - her stepchildren. Why am I not the main character ?

" it's my duty"

he replied as he stepped towards the seat he was sitting on. Then calmly continued his breakfast the morning. Without looking at me. It was as if he was sitting alone without anyone.

The phrase from Adrian "it's my duty "to remind me of the figure of the man I love. Henry, what is he doing now ? Does he remember me ? Does he still have my phone number ? Do you remember our times together ?

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