Late Wedding?

Unexpected Event

####

"Really, is there something?"

I was only able to swallow my saliva with great difficulty, when I heard that cold-sounding Monik tone. The look in his eyes was no less sinister than his tone, making my hair stand up. Although in reality me and Reynand had no special relationship, somehow I still felt panicked when caught like just now. Weird right?

"Are you really breaking up?" tanya Monik looks puffed up.

"No, yet" I replied, bowing my head.

"Yet?" monik sounds unbelievable. "You're planning on breaking up with her?"

"Mo, how do you say that?" my protest won't take.

"Let's know, La, I'm dizzy with your story. Mending home. There is only one thing you need to do! Do not give hope to the children of people. You can't look at people with a look of adoring kayak earlier when your relationship with Kenzo again needs a lot of attention. Think slowly, who is really in your heart" the long-winded Monik message.

Then throw my car keys at me. Fortunately, this time it was very well responded to by my body.

Along the way, the atmosphere in the car seemed quiet. Monik prefers to focus on fiddling with his phone rather than having me chat.

"Thanks yes, no. No need to attach?"

I know the point of the bases was just joking, but somehow I felt really upset with him. Maybe because of the pms hormone times, yeah. Okay. It seems like today I blamed too much on that hormone.

And after making sure Monik got into his house, I drove back my car and headed for Aunt Linda's house.

****

Drr.... Drr.... Drrrtts

I stopped my car when I felt my phone vibrate. With a swift movement, I shifted the green button before I saw who the caller was and directly attached it to my right ear.

"Assalamulaikum, what's up, San?" ask me once the connection is connected.

"Wallaikumsalam. Qilla's brother is still at rs? How long is it."

"No, San, it's on the road. I stopped by Aunt Linda's house first. Why?"

"A really old message. This is Kesha's sister, Nyariin Mbak Qilla. He said it was important."

Deg.

Kesha's. To boutique. Speaking of important.

Duh. Why am I feeling bad, huh?

"Mom! Qilla's still there?"

"Yes, I'm going home right now."

"Yes, Mother. I'm matiin, huh? Assalamualaikum."

I cleared my throat while nodding reflexively. "Grando."

With a bit of tension, I drove my car back to the boutique. As soon as I reached the boutique, I immediately ran towards the top floor.

"No need to run, Ma'am, I'm patient waiting for him anyway" joked Kesha while chuckling. When I saw me a little bored, as soon as I got upstairs. I grimaced while smiling awkwardly.

"Not good with you. You rarely play" I said, then approached her.

Kesha immediately stood up, shook my hand and pressed the back of my hand against her left cheek.

"Healthy, Ma'am?" tanyanya began to mince words.

I nodded, then let her sit down.

"I go first, Ms. Qilla, Bobby has been nagging because of old Mbak Qilla," whispered Sandra before I sat on the sofa.

I stared at Sandra sharply. Felt strange by the name of the man she had just called.

"Cock Bobby? Wasn't it Candra yesterday?" many wonder.

Sandra did not answer, just put on her crybaby face and then said goodbye to Kesha.

"The family news is healthy, right?"

"Healthy, Ma'am. Ohya, Ma'am, Kesha would like to apologize yes, because Kesha asked to be taken to Bogor, Mbak Qilla so go his own condition."

I smiled understandably. "No papa. Ohya, Sandra said you wanted to say something important. What's up?"

Kesha's face turned tense upon hearing my question. It makes me feel worse. What this has to do with....

"It's about Mas Kenzo" Kesha said suddenly. His head, which had been bowed, had now been lifted back up.

I'm nodding. Fit. As expected at the beginning. Kesha would definitely like to discuss our relationship. It seems he is quite sensitive to our relationship which is being hit by problems.

"Say no papa, Ke," I said when I found a hesitant face again adorned his sweet face.

I can see, her body suddenly tensed up as I said my sentence just now. Kesha let out a long breath before deciding to look at me. As much as possible, I smiled as I nodded, convincing Kesha not to hesitate.

"Mak Qilla loves Mas Kenzo."

And now, my body was suddenly tense. I don't know why I immediately answered, even though my mind immediately shouted that I loved Kenzo very much.

"Why are you asking, Ke?"

"Kesha just wants to know."

"I couldn't have tried to maintain this relationship if I didn't love your sister, Ke."

Kesha nodded. "If Madam Qilla loves Mas Kenzo, Ma'am Qilla obviously does not want to see Mas Kenzo telling?"

"Mbak Qilla was not aware, if the invitation to marry Mas Kenzo who Mbak Qilla always refused it hurt the heart of Mas Kenzo?"

Whahuh?

Okay. I know, I'm well aware that Kenzo's invitation that I'm rejecting is clearly hurting Kenzo's feelings. But I also know, if I'd done anything about his proposal, it would have hurt Kenzo, his own brother.

"Why did she, Ma'am?"

"Because I'm not quite sure that the answer I give will make you satisfied."

"What?!" Kesha looked surprised.

I nodded once more. Give him a code to get straight to the point. Because I don't like pleasantries too much.

"Take it straight, Ke. I've prepared myself enough," I assured.

Kesha smiled in disbelief, making me smile.

"I have a request."

"Say!"

"Marry Mas Kenzo or leave Mas Kenzo as soon as possible."

Deg.

It's not a request, it's an order.

"I beg you, Ma'am," Pinta Kesha meant it. Both of his eyes looked teary. "I just don't want to see Kenzo suffer."

From the tone of speech and also the facial expression that Kesha showed, it made me know how much she loved her sister. Makes me suddenly worried. On the one hand I still want to fight with Kenzo, but on the other hand I'm also afraid that what I want is really making Kenzo suffer. So what should I do?

"Do you think Kenzo and I are suffering, Ke?"

Without hesitation Kesha nodded. "Yes, if Mas Qilla does not immediately accept Mas Kenzo's application," he replied confidently.

"Know do you share Mas' happiness, Ke?"

Kesha and I immediately turned their heads compactly, when they heard Kenzo's voice suddenly blurting out between our conversations.

"Kenzo/Mas Kenzo," our hiss goes together.

"Mas didn't expect you to do this, Ke? Why are you the same, Mom? You are not aware of your attitude is not only hurt the feelings of people who love Mas, but also the feelings of Mas. You realize that, Ke?" kenzo's snaps were full of emotion. Just this time I saw Kenzo this angry.

"Kesha just wants to help Mas. Is that wrong? Kesha knew Mas was always disappointed and also sad when Mbak Qilla refused a marriage invitation. I thought, Kesha can do it see my sister is called? No, Mas. I can't be fooled. I don't take it."

"What did you say?" Kenzo's hand was raised, like it was about to hit - though I wasn't sure of it -.

With a swift movement, I stood up to hold him back.

"Why are you, Ken?" ask me to get upset.

"I want to teach my sister a lesson. He's my brother, La, you don't have to interfere" Kenzo said, still in emotion.

"By hitting him? You forget how you try desperately to take care of you so as not to hurt others? And now you're hurting if you use your own hands? In front of me?"

Kenzo took a slow breath, then exhaled slightly violently.

"Sorry" he said more to me.

I'm shaking. "You should apologize to Kesha. He's doing this for you, because he loves you, Ken."

Kenzo looked at Kesha who was quietly bowed on the sofa. A rough sigh was heard coming out of his mouth.

"We're going home now!" take Kenzo a little sniffy.

And without a sound Kesha immediately stood up and went downstairs, without saying goodbye to me. Makes Kenzo re-emotional.

"That boy," growled Kenzo.

"Udah," prevent me while stroking his arm wrapped in a long-sleeved shirt. "Come on, I'm anter to the front."

Kenzo nodded, pulled my body into his arms for a while and kissed my forehead.

"I'm sorry about me, huh?"

I nodded understandably.

"You look tired. The buruan go up there! Don't go ahead."

I smiled happily. Honestly, I did miss his attention a little bit like now.

"No papa. Nanggung, it's here too" I said as I pushed the boutique door.

"Hehe, yes, it has turned out. Yes, I went straight home. I'll call" he said, kissing my forehead before getting into his car.

I'm nodding. "Be careful!" Then waved my hand as Kenzo's car moved slowly away from the boutique.

I breathed a tired breath. The incident just now was quite emotionally draining as well as my energy. I think I should go in and take a shower.

"Well, I'm heartbroken because I really have a boyfriend."

My body immediately stiffened when I heard the actual sounds - which I had only heard a few times - but sounded so familiar to my ears. I timidly turned my body. And found Reynand with his quacky face playing the keys to his bike.

"Reynand," my hiss without being able to hide my surprise.

Tbc,

😩 is still struggling to finish this story immediately even without the support😧😢