Late Wedding?

Drama Towards H Day

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"Your mother was here" I said, throwing my butt right on the couch, right next to Reynand, who was busy with his phone.

Reynand just got home from work and happened to stop by my boutique. Lately we rarely spend time together, because of the busyness of each. So, Reynand took the initiative to stop by so we could spend a little longer. Well, despite the fact that Reynand is now busy alone and ignoring me. Even when I spoke earlier, he only answered her with a mumble without looking back at me.

"Rey, you're hearing me, didn't I say what?" I'm a little upset.

And without turning his head, Reynand nodded and replied, "Denger," she replied briefly.

"What?"

"So Mother came here right?" reynand replied, still without looking at me.

I'm clucking gaunt. If you just want to bother me, why would he come here anyway. Wonder.

"Why are you here, Rey? Showing off face while playing hape? If yes, no need. No need, mending you home there!" my ketus drove him away, shifting my body away from him.

And it succeeded in making Reynand turn to me with his gaze.

"Why is that?" reynand asked without any feelings of guilt.

I stared at him fiercely. "You think?"

With his innocent face, Reynand even scratched his head and put his phone and faced me.

"You're craving, huh?"

"Obviously," ketusku snacken.

"Why?"

"You're asking me, Rey, and you're asking why? You serious?"

I looked at him in disbelief, then turned my eyes the other way.

"Darling-"

"No need to call, baby!"

I stared at Reynand fiercely. Because being upset is not playing. Then turn my eyes the other way.

"You're his period again, huh?" reynand asked, making me look back at him with a look no less fierce.

What the fuck did that mean? What can be angry only people who are in the red period? Don't you.

"You can't if I'm angry again, don't bring my menstrual period. It's nothing to do with it, Rey."

"It has nothing to do with it, baby. You are every in the red period, must be innate sensi loh, if not. Yeah, no. Ordinary aja. Ants, adem ayem, tuh. It's only natural that I think about it?"

"You, tuh, nyebelin, Rey."

"Yes, yeah, okay, I'm doing it. So, what did you come here for?"

Once again I snorted then glanced at Reynand with my flat gaze.

"Well you want a concept for a show ngunduh mantu how."

"Keep you answer?"

"Here I want to ask you, what do you want?"

"As far as you are, I follow you. I want to see how I don't matter, as long as you're wearing it."

I immediately rolled both my eyeballs because they were upset. This is a person yes, invited to a serious chat even joking. Do not know what women if the wedding is like sudden sensi that does not make sense, because it is too dizzy to take care of this. Not if the prospective in-laws are super considerate, which is up to as much detail as what I want to fit the show ngunduh ghost later. Astagfirullah! I'm dizzy.

"Can't you, Rey, if I talk to you seriously, don't even joke like this? Can't, can you?"

"Well, who's kidding? I seriously know where the show is, like how, I really don't matter. As long as the ijab qobul is legal in the eyes of law and religion, that is enough, dear," said Reynand a little anxious. "So, what do you want, I'm coming. No problem and will not protest" he added later.

"Cok you anyway? Tega yes, you, let me think this-it's alone, then you take it right. Then why don't you ask me to marry alone."

I crossed my hands in front of my chest, and changed my sitting position to back.

"Why are you talking about that?" reynand protested in an unaccepted tone.

I then turned to her at a glance, then turned my face back the other way.

"You think to yourself! Here, it's for our two shows, Rey, not my own. That marriage is us, not just me."

"Yes, I know, that marriage isn't just me, it's us. Ma-"

"If you knew, you shouldn't have given it all to me. I was dizzy enough for our reception in Semarang. It could not be if for the reception in Jogja, you take care of."

Reynand gave a desperate sigh. "OK, later I say the same Mother, let Mother do not have to ask you for the event ngunduh ghost later. Okay, now is the problem over?"

I closed my eyes for a moment. Wishing my emotions were felt already at the top of the crown, slightly subsided and did not end with the spur of Reynand.

"It's not that simple, Rey. I mean that, you help Mother that you know," I said trying to calm down.

"Okay, I have to help you why?"

"Yes, choose a cake decor, choose a souvenir cake, or what is dong. Initiative."

"Jeez, you're the real dong, baby. I know that." Reynand's expression turned frustrated. "This is serious, I really have to help you picky soan? Engraved?"

I glanced back at him. "You think?"

Reynand.

"Rey!!"

"Darling, beat me up! I'm not going to help you or Mother. The thing is, my taste for that problem sucks enough, I don't understand, baby. Not because I don't want to help. I-i-"

"Go back there!" throw me out and stand up and walk to the kitchen, open the fridge and grab a bottle of mineral water and take a sip, to dampen my emotions.

"Kok even cranky anyway?"

"Yes, you're a mess. Not sensitive!"

"Well, you know, I don't even carry around everything," protested Reynand disliked.

"Yes, what do you think if you're not insensitive, if you can't understand me?"

Reynand scratched his head in frustration, looking obvious that he was confused what to say.

"Seriously, are we marahan just because of this? We rarely have time with each other, lately. And once we spend some time together, you make a fuss?"

Honestly, I was quite surprised by the change in expression and also his tone of voice that suddenly rose slightly. It doesn't sound like a snap, but it's enough to shock me and be a little scared. Suddenly, I felt guilty for making it that way. Actually from the first time I saw him enter my boutique, I felt Reynand looked exhausted. Her face was slightly haggard and her eye bags were quite clear, although I knew very well that she was trying to cover it with a bright smile as I greeted her. But, now I'm even taking her noisily?

God, what kind of wife am I.  After all, as a man Reynand must be working crazy because of our wedding. Want to be evicted because both our parents are both able and ready to help for the wedding fund, but the name of a man would be his ego would be stifled if for marriage is still financed by both parents.

Want to apologize, I already have prestige, yes.

"Why silence?" reynand asked while looking at me a little sharp.

"Know it!"

Seriously, that was a spontaneous answer. I didn't mean to say it like that, but since I'm already a prestige, yeah.

"Aqila!" call Reynand.

I chose to ignore and walk towards my room. I could hear Reynand sighing in despair and saying goodbye in the doorway of my room, which I accidentally did not close.

"I go home first, don't forget to lock the door. You calm yourself first, we talk again if both are not emotional. Assalamualaikum!"

"Wa'allaikumussalam," I replied without looking back at him. I let her go home without me dropping in, and then I peeked out of my window to make sure she was home or not.

After Reynand's car left my boutique, I then let out a long sigh and slammed my body on the bed.

"Ah, the wedding ceremony turned out to be heavy, yes," I muttered as I looked at the ceiling of my room.

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"I think I need to vent," I muttered as I reached for my phone to call Monik.

"Why, La?" welcome the Monik when the phone connection is connected.

I set my sitting position sideways and hugged the sofa cushion.

"I'm upset, Mo. Stress."

"You confide? Come here, I'm home again."

"Can't get on the phone, huh?"

"It could be, only if face to face would be better if vent. It's up to you, you're the one who wants to confide. I'm just a listener, right?"

While playing the tip of my nails, I nodded, confirming his words. Curious that only through the phone is not satisfied anyway.

"So, vent directly or want to come here first?"

"I'm just going there, huh, Mo. Let's not stay home either."

"You're in Semarang?"

"Yes, no, it's still in Jogja. The cost of marriage is not small, bok, yes when I was in Semarang," I reply to keki.

Across the street, Monik answered, "Here, the son of the landlord is the same owner of the textile fabric factory that loh, money mah business, where ever drag."

I snort. "Who said it?"

"I. Just now it was my voice, La, if you forget."

"You know, I'm closing now. Otewe, I. You're not going anywhere" I said, turning off the phone and rushing to get ready for Monik's house.

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"So why the candidate?" welcome Monik, when I'm even just about to enter his house. Still standing on the lip of the door, and yet to enter the Monik house completely.

"Let me go in first why, anyway, Mo?" my protest while clucking.

The monik chuckles for a moment, only then lets me in after.

"So, why?" ask Monik, who is currently sitting next to me.

His position was sideways towards me, with one leg bent and the other foot on the floor, his left hand against the pillow while his right hand supported his head.

Again, I clucked. This host really deh, do not know how to entertain guests properly and correctly.

"Mo, I'm new nyampe, you know. At a minimum, Mbokyo bargained for a drink first. Look, I'm a guest, too" I'm upset.

"Oh my goodness, La, kayak in anyone's house anyway. If you want a drink, noh, in the kitchen. Make yourself! Usually that too, right? Why are these sudden protests? Very heavy yes, the problem you are experiencing now. To the extent that I spray like this," Monik replied upsetly.

I immediately pouted and nodded confirming it.

"Why? Direct story!"

"Rey."

"Why the same Rey? Stumped?"

I nodded, in response and hugged the sofa cushion, which had been next to me.

"He's a musselin."

"His order?"

"Not sensitive."

Hearing my answer, Monik immediately burst out. "Now I ask, where the hell can we find a sensitive man? An ex-scout boy? Or programmer? Just go there, La! The code they can break is much easier, rather than having to break the code that women spread. Trust me the same!"

"I mean tuh, gini, Mo. I was dizzy enough to take care of ijab qobul and reception in Semarang."

"Behold," interrupted the Monik while raising one of his hands. "Isn't your mother the one who took care of that?"

"Yes, my mother, but I'll help you from here."

Monik. "So on!" construction later.

"Well, I mean, for the ghostly event, I want Rey to help Mother. Let's just say, Mother doesn't ask me, La. I'm tuh, dizzy. Mother was very diligent nelfonin me almost every hour, my future-in-law period is also so. Can you crack my head for a long time?"

"Shortly, do you want Rey to help your Mother?" ask Monik.

I nodded as a sign of response.

"Help what? Bayarin rent a building or-"

"Yes, that's not the time either, Mo. I mean, yes, that's it. Pick what's a cake, soven-"

"Aqilla, Aqilla, you haven't moved on from Kenzo?" sidelines the monik, cut my sentence.

I cringed confused. Why hasn't it moved on and Kenzo?

"meaning?" ask me not to understand.

"Yes, that, you. Don't feel like you want Kenzo to unconsciously."

"What the hell? Who's the banding, Mo? It's tuh-"

"You are."

"Nothing, yeah. This-"

"Okay, we missed what I said just now. Now, we're talking about Rey who you say is insensitive, because you don't want to help choose the concept and all the macemnya about wedding preparation." Monik looked at me lazily before returning to continue his sentence. "La, not all men are really interested in marriage-"

"You mean?" cut me pissed. What kind of sentence was that. Not very good to be heard.

"Don't cut up people first, dong. Not polite. I mean, not really interested in the party. Yeah, that's what I mean. They're mah, bodo time if that's the case, La. What is on their minds, mah, the important ijab qobul, legitimately, if there is a night of abuse, already. Want a wedding party like anything, they mostly bodo very, La. Lah, this is you even ask Rey to choose this? Which is really you," decak Monik with his face.

I was instantly silent for a moment, then glanced at Monik with a feeling of guilt. "So, am I wrong?"

"It doesn't matter who's wrong or right, La. You will have the syndrome before marriage again, like, so it's natural that sensi and want it dingertiin. Even though what you want is a bit excessive."

I nodded, as a sudden feeling of guilt gnawed at me. The shadow of tired face and the tone of disappointed voice belonging to Reynand back ringing.

"I'm sorry, it's better. Will he?"

"But I'm prestigious," I'm honest with my lips.

"Yes, if so be prepared to fail!" monik squealed in pain because I hit his arm.

"The mouth is, don't use bismillah really talk."

"Yes, abis lo, the era is very sophisticated, you still use all prestige" said Monik.

I'm resigned. "Yes, yes."

"Don't just go for it."

"Should you use anything else?"

"Love the cake."

I snort. "Yes, thank you, Mo. Try it if there's no you, it's my marriage void."

"Well, that's delicious. Come back, I want Killa to go to sleep."

With a sullen expression, I then stood up. "Don't want to drink?"

"Take it yourself!" ketus Monik, makes me anxious to pull the end of his collar.

Tbc,