Late Wedding?

Shameful Tragedy

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Since yesterday's incident, my mood is still as chaotic, maybe even more chaotic. I don't know what's really going on with me. I almost made Sandra cry, just because my mood was not good. My work was a lot wrong so Sister Husna rebuked me.

"Sir Qilla again has a problem?" I asked her like a little scared. Afraid of hurting my feelings, maybe.

I just returned with a small smile. Somewhat confused to answer.

"Go back to Semarang, Ma'am. Yesterday the return home was only a short time, maybe yesterday was not satisfied," said Mbak Husna gave advice carefully.

I smiled again, but this time accompanied by a headband, a sign of disagreement with his idea. It is true, Husna. If I go back to Semarang, there I must be asked the same marriage continues at home. And coming along can make me more stressed.

"Thank you for the advice, ma'am. But I guess not. If I go back to Semarang, there I even more dizzy," I replied with a small chuckle.

Sister Husna grimaced, while scratching her nape is not tasty. Maybe I just realized the possibility I was talking about.

"Yes, yeah. Yes already, the same path Mbak Lina aja or Mbak Monik only if so," proposed Mbak Husna once again.

I again disagreed with his idea. "Lina was pregnant again, although her husband was ngijinin, I was the one who was afraid to run away. Afraid of suddenly want the right hand of us again the way. It's terrible, Ma'am."

"Monic sir that's it."

The monik? I'll just get him again. Afraid of being asked weirdly the same old-fashioned. Yeah, well, I bet he's gone. It could get messed up.

"Mak Husna is so easy to see me here?" I try to shift the topic.

With a quick movement, Sister Husna shook her head while shaking her hands in a slight panic.

"Astaghfiullah! No, Ma'am. Seriously."

I chuckled and stood up. "Yes, kidding, Ma'am. I'm out. But Sister Husna is not alone, Sandra and Jihan are not necessarily going straight home. They're if it's a long time."

"Wes semene gedene dhak yo ora wani to, Ma'am."

I'm nodding. "Yes, I took the same wallet first if so.

"Where are you going, Ma'am?" sandra asked when I had come down to hold my wallet and phone.

"out. Exorcised by Husna mulu me," my gura made Mbak Husna pout.

Jihan immediately turned to look at Sister Husna with a look of wonder. While Sandra just frowned.

"Handestine, Ma'am. I'm going to the department store. What are you nitiping?"

I frowned in surprise when I saw Jihan and Sandra even frown.

"Why?"

"Why not say if you want to go to the convenience store anyway, Ma'am, know that we did not just jajan. Nitip Mbak Qilla. This time I can get free. Iih, Ms. Qilla nyebelin," Sandra protested with her upset face and was immediately accepted by Jihan. While Sister Husna just bobbing heads.

"OKAY. No one's tipped, huh?"

Silent. There's no answer. Makes me laugh while understanding before I leave the boutique.

"Yes, I'll go first. Assalamualaikum," my pamit then walked out of the boutique.

"Wallaikumsalam," reply they compact. Although Jihan and Sandra's tone sounded lethargic.

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I grimaced, staring at some of the grocery-goers who were milling around while pushing the stroller and also carrying their groceries. While scratching my head that is not actually itchy, I grabbed the grocery basket because it had already entered. Actually I feel quite ridiculous with my current attitude.

Gosh darn. Wanna say I'm here. While some of my daily needs have not been exhausted. With a sigh of resignation, I also walked towards the special rack of snacks and snacks.

"Shopping too?"

I immediately turned to the origin of the voice, to ascertain whether the question was shown to me or not. And found Reynand smiling while lifting his empty shopping cart.

I stared at him flat for a few seconds, only then chose to turn around. Lazy if you have to respond to jokes or teasing that missed. Exasperated as well if remembering Reynand was laughing happily with a woman I do not know. Strange indeed, why should I feel upset too. I obviously have Kenzo.

Ahhhhh. I don't seem to be in my right mind.

And I have to run away, if I don't want to get any more insane. However, it seems like I am not lucky. Evidently when I was just about to step my foot. I suddenly felt something hit my back quite hard. Makes me want to know who hit me.

I groaned in annoyance, as I felt both of my shoulders being gripped by him, as I was about to turn around.

"Stay like this," his command was still in a whispering voice.

I looked at him, without turning back. Staring at him fiercely, asking for an explanation. But all I got was the grin Reynand gave me. Makes me even more annoyed with his brazen attitude at the moment. What does this guy want anyway? Wonder me. Hobby disturbs people.

"What are you trying to do?" I was desperate.

Reynand's eyebrows cringed. "I? Just intending to help," he replied casually.

"WHAT?!"

"Slow your voice, if you don't want to be the center of attention."

I snort. Feeling ridiculous with the words just now. Then laughing was not finished. Given his current treatment that makes me the center of attention and get whispers from mothers who are shopping. Is he not aware of that?

"I think your attitude now clearly has more potential to make me the center of attention" I deliberately insinuated.

"Isn't that better. Rather than having to be the center of attention for being translucent," he whispered very slowly, right in my right ear.

I could feel the scent of mint as she whispered those words. Makes my hair stand up reflexively. Damnit. I cursed in my heart. When I realized that our distance was very close, so I could smell the perfume she was wearing, even though I did not really understand what brand she was wearing. Which is clearly able to make my common sense more crazy because it has imagined the yes.

Astarghfirullah's. I have a lot of courage in my heart. Trying to get rid of these clumsy thoughts. I didn't even realize what Reynand said.

Reynand tilted her face, scrutinizing my face with raised eyebrows in wonder. While I have to swallow my saliva with difficulty because of nervousness.

Ouch. Cardiac. The plis! Don't tacky. Lay in rhythm. Because it could be a problem if the man behind me knows you're dealing with an unnatural rhythm in there.

"It's weird," he muttered confusedly.

Weirdo?

What's so weird? Now it's my turn to be confused.

"A.what's weird?" many nervous.

"You're bleeding."

"Huh?" I gawk.

"Peach you have his blood. In the back. And it looks like menstrual blood. You're coming to the moon?" ask Reynand.

"WHAT?!" pekiku panic.

Meaning I'm translucent? Compel me. I feel uncomfortable in my stomach area. Then what should I do?

"No need to shout, Aqilla! Your voice sounds so loud because we're close together. You don't want to have a deaf husband, do you?"

"Can you still joke?" I just can't believe it.

This guy really is yes. I'm worried I saw it. I really want her hair because of her joking.

Without guilt Reynand nodded. "You don't have to panic! I'll help you get out of here and get you home safely. Just chill. I'll keep it behind you. Trust me!"

I'm silent. Don't know how to. Confused and panicked. What's with her behind me like this can disguise my bloodstain patches?

"You just have to trust me, Aqilla!"

Panicking and not knowing what to do, I could only nod my head. My eyes were red, like I wanted to cry.

Gosh darn.

Damn me today.

Tbc,

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Yes, that's me😄.