Me And Myself

me and I 29

This past two weeks Gilang and I have always talked about our wedding plans, which, to be honest, has been very out of expectations.

The funds that Gilang and I collected did not increase, in addition to our needs, each of which many Gilang also donated a portion of his savings to his relatives in his hometown.

Of course the brother in question is not a sibling of Gilang, rather a sibling like a cousin of cousin.

Because he said his cousin in the village will marry in another week and lack of funds, so Gilang's heart was moved to help him.

Because Gilang thinks with himself to help facilitate the affairs of others, his affairs will be facilitated by the almighty. That's what Gilang holds and believes.

I don't forbid, of course, other than I have no right to forbid it. I also agree with his belief principles.

If we help others because of God, God will help us.

Not pretentious, or pretentious, but I and Gilang both understand how it feels to be in a position that needs help but is not helped by anyone.

And that sense is what drives us to help others even if we are in a bit of trouble.

With all the twists and turns we face, or the ones we're going to face in the future we believe we can get through.

The answer from God is clear and certain. God answered my doubts and also Gilang.

A week ago Gilang told me that he was sure and really ready to immediately justify me.

The presence of myself in his dreams after asking the almighty protester reassured his heart, strengthening his resolve.

And I did, before I had an answer even before Gilang expressed his feelings.

Because I always want to be given the best in the future. And after that the shadow of Gilang always stopped by in my dreams.

Without a doubt we will continue to move forward. Although we believe it will not be that easy, given the treatment of my parents and the response from Gilang's parents.

But we will continue to join hands together through these twisting streets.

We will continue to strive so that we can achieve our dream, which is to unite us in the bond of marriage.

I can't wait to be stopped immediately, besides I'll be released from that invisible prison, I'll also be a happy woman because I have a man like Gilang.

Lord, may we be partners and may you ease our path and intentions.

I always pray like that every day after prayer. The hope that I have always hoped for has now been seen as a glimmer of my hope.

The presence of Gilang is like His will. God brought Gilang for me, to lift my degree. To bring me out of my seven years of suffering with the house.

The presence of Gilang is as the sun in my life, sweeping away all the dark sides that always envelop me with its rays, with warm attitude.

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This week Gilang plans to take me to his hometown to meet his parents.

I'm confused should I tell my parents, or am I just leaving?

Because honestly I'm not sure if I'll be allowed to leave. Besides I will go alone with Gilang also the distance we will travel takes three hours of travel.

That is, all day I will be with Gilang. I'm not sure I'll be able to go home in the afternoon.

With my doubts, I said everything to Gilang. And Gilang steadfastly replied to just come along without needing to talk to my parents.

I know it's wrong but what Gilang says is right, it's gonna be complicated if I talk to the house guy.

Then with my determination I will go without speaking, let me be stamped what kind of child again. There are too many ugly stamps I have in their eyes.

I will no longer care, let me be selfish this time to be able to achieve my happiness. I don't care what they say about me.

Today I prepared, after this afternoon meeting Gilang for a while to talk about our departure tomorrow Gilang also reassured me with a soft but firm grip.

Separating the clothes I'm going to wear tomorrow and my four beauty kits. Sipat, lip balm, facial moisturizer and also powder sprinkles. Because a little and small size can all fit into the bag.

I'm preparing like this because tomorrow I'm going to go as I normally would.

It's nothing, I just Taka wanted to invite them to suspicion. Besides tomorrow is Saturday and dad is home, automatically there will be three pairs of eyes ready to pay attention to me.

Although I was silenced and ignored, but every movement I sell is monitored. I always felt like a real prisoner.

Who is always suspected of escaping from iron bars. Maybe it is.

All right, time to go to bed because tomorrow I'll be ready earlier than usual. Gilang said, Gilang will wait near the bridge at seven in the morning, and that means I have to prepare at least six in the morning I am ready.

If usually I am ready at seven then this time at six must be ready, well hopefully the conditions tomorrow morning support.

My phone alarm went off at five in the morning, and I woke up. My eyes are not fully opened yet but my ears can catch a variety of sounds.

Outside the room he and dad were chatting, I can confirm if dad will go to the market and he is advising dad not to buy anything other than his order.

Okay, maybe I can get to the water. Just now I was about to move on I've heard him back in and not long in the bathroom.

I listened to his every move. Even if I don't see, I know his habits. It's been five and fifteen minutes and now the bathroom is in the contents of him who will wash clothes.

If she's already in the bathroom, she won't budge until the job is done.

And done it it takes an hour. Six or half seven he'll be done.

How about this, I sat on the side of the bed confused. If I barge in for a minute to wash my face, I'll be pissed at the pelototti. And I'm always scared.

Otherwise I'll have bad luck. I was still silent while checking my phone, afraid of being afraid of Gilang chat.

Still with the phone in hand and ear listening to the situation outside I was still confused, not felt now even the time has shown at fifty-five minutes. Six o'clock, fifteen minutes.

I can still hear him if he's still in the bathroom with his activities. Five fifty-five o'clock. Henda called her mamah.

I heard him move while calling Henda who was still asleep in the room.

Ok now he was in the room, pleading with Henda to fall back asleep. Henda is still in the keloni, but Henda is still small.

I don't think much about going to the bathroom, bringing toothpaste and a little bit of soap in my hand.

With lightning speed I wash my face, brush my teeth and urinate. I did that enough with no more than ten minutes.

I went back to my room, dried my face and changed clothes.

When I was changing clothes I heard the sound of my father's motorbike, it was already six hours past twenty minutes.

I deserve to be home, I have to be ready to come out later if I get an unpleasant look.

After I tied my hair I immediately put on facial moisturizer, powder and lip balm. Immediately I cussed at the jacket and snatched the bag hanging on the keychain.

When I was ready, I was still standing in the room beside my little hither so that I would not be seen from the outside.

My room that was not given this door greatly facilitated my instincts and sharp hearing, I was still listening to the situation outside.

Dad was telling me the market jams, and Henda who had been up hunting for food, then he who had sat sweetly by sorting out the results of dad's shopping.

Even though I didn't see it, I knew where they were. Although I already know, but still my heart deg deg an. I'm afraid it's still morning.

My appearance is as usual but the morning hours will invite suspicion, which is now sixty-five minutes.

How's this..