Married to a Prospective-in-Law

That day

That day has come, that is, the day that the person who was once very special to me had a wedding to perfect the religion, although the journey was a little complicated and colored by some tragedies.

Last night, my mother came to my room to speak four eyes about this mas Hara event.

And after thinking over and over again I decided to attend mas Hara's wedding. It was a bit heavy but I had already established my heart to come.

Back I warmed up and re-examined myself in front of the mirror, I was so elegant with a milk-brown Sabrina blouse in combination with a basic navy batik skirt with a brown batik motif.

At first glance I look fresh without burden but who knows that in my heart is holding a fog that is ready to turn into a grain of water.

The father of the same mother has already left since this morning. They want to take a break from their jobs today.

After sighing for the umpteenth time I then took the milk-brown bag that I had prepared earlier.

And I will go there myself, it was time for Dera my friend in Junior High to offer to go together but I subtly refuse to say that later we will meet there.

It's not that I didn't know that the tall man put his heart on me. I realized but I chose the temple did not know and anyway I did not want to give false hope by getting too close to him.

On the way when the red light stopped traffic I saw the stature of a man who was helping a grandmother through the street.

As soon as I curved a smile, it turns out there are still good people who want to help others.

But immediately my smile faded when I saw the man I believed was the man who helped the grandmother was the cold man and unfortunately the clothes he was wearing were also not much different from the one I wear at this time that he uses a batik shirt with an accent that although not exactly the same but very similar to the skirt I use and he also wears cloth pants that are milk brown like my clothes now.

And in addition it turns out the car is the car that is right next to my car.

I don't know if the world might be that narrow.

When the traffic lights have changed the color of the cold car first as if in a hurry. I don't care what's important to me.

Again for the last time I made sure myself that there was nothing lacking on my appearance before I actually got out of the car.

After arriving at the event venue, I was presented with a simple but elegant wedding concept and seemed not so many guests maybe only certain people invited.

I circulated the views of all directions to find the existence of the mother. Instantly the direct view collided with the man who made such a big wound and still gaping.

Just sober I turned my eyes and after finding the whereabouts of the mother I walked towards her.

"Eh already nyampe Ra" welcome mother by introducing me to her four-man friend.

"Rara is getting prettier than the last one we met was jeng" said a middle-aged woman who knew I was named Aunt Fina.

Which was then taken in by their other friends and I replied with just a smile.

"you yourself how Rara jeng, understand the home child" said the mother answered her friend's question.

"Aunty's son works in the textile company lo ra, want to get married with Aunty's son?" Ask aunty who if not wrongly named Aunt Reni.

"Eh don't be jeng for my son, my son is also no less handsome and also well established" sahut Aunt Erma who wears maroon colored clothes and do not forget her fashion sense ala mak mak socialita.

I just smiled in response to her.

This is actually what makes me lazy to meet with friends.

And mother also not much different response with me.

"Ra I'd like to talk to you for a second yes" said someone who came from behind me and that person was...