Miss To Move Diary

Counting Days, Seconds By Second

All the family members were busy arranging and preparing for my wedding.

I have even slightly reduced the density of my work schedule. Though it is indeed solid again its.

Time passed so quickly, plus everything was changed from the original plan. All at speed.

Invitations have been ordered and ready in print, mua, some dresses have been ordered, ranging from custom Malay ku area, Malay custom, and modern dresses.

Pelamin also follows the theme of local Malay customs and modern, also available Malaysia theme.

In accordance with the background of the work of polar humans, the wedding ceremony is also in accordance. Just thinking about it makes me tired. 😔

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Counting days, seconds by seconds

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"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullah,,"

I greet Arfan at his resting place.

"How's brother doing? I miss you, I miss you so much, 😢 I want to meet you," My tears began to drip.

"I'm getting married soon, to the guy I used to tell my sister about. Everything is ready. Is brother angry?" My voice is starting to sound raucous.

"He will never take the place of my brother in my heart, nor do I love him. But what feelings will I have to endure like now? Or will he be able to occupy the space of my heart? But I'm sure he won't take the big brother position."

"I surrender to God's destiny, brother. My dead life in His hands, if God moves my heart to love him, then he is worthy, for he is my husband." My tears are getting bigger.

There was a feeling of guilt and confusion in my heart. Not only did tears now wash over my cheeks, the sky also began to drip water, the clouds began to gray.

The storm is coming soon, I embrace the headstone with swaying shoulders, my tears I can't stand.

After leaving Arfan's grave, I went straight to my father's funeral.

"Dad, Yevn misses you so much, not less than a second miss Yevn to you." My tears are getting broken, the sense of everything again feels heavy.

In living in the future husband, then in staying away beloved father. My heart broke again, broken to pieces.

"Dad, Yevn will soon be married, in the near future Yevn will be the wife of a man who God willingly will look after Yevn. Although sad because father will not be there to release Yevn. But Yevn knows you'll be happy." My voice is no longer clear.

My tears have melted with the raindrops that are getting heavier.

Now I'm really soaked. sahut sahutan thunder booms began to sound.

I left the cemetery still sobbing. I wiped my wet face and blurred eyes.

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For the wedding reception that will be held at the house of the mother, I asked Aisyah's own sister who became MUA, with a dress that I chose myself from the wedding dress that provided Kak Aisyah.

Kak Aisyah provides more Malaysian dresses that I like. It is simpler but still elegant.

Polar man does not matter and obeys all my choices. Her face also looks happy every time I talk about anything I want to do on this historic day.

The invitation was spread three days ago, many of my friends who sent me messages, called to say congratulations. Including men who have worked in one field with me, even though I and he have different offices and positions.

Risky Subagia Effendi's. The man who once put his heart on me. I am still waiting to open my heart.

He conveyed his disappointment to me, who did not return his feelings. But anyway he still said congratulations and prayed the best for me and polar humans.

I'm starting to miss him. Whether he is busy with work or out of town, may the protection of God always accompany him.

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My pelamine and room decorations are in progress. My routine was paralyzed, I was just asked to stay in my room. The taste is strange, outside is busy with a variety of work and busyness. Families, relatives, close relatives, neighbors were busy in the kitchen and in the back.

Staying in my room and doing nothing makes me tired and tired. It just turns out.

Time is rolling faster and faster the sense. My heart was pumping faster, like running out of tens of kilos.

Tomorrow is the day my status changes to wife. Marriage will be held.

I had a private chat with Mak Megha, who asked me silly questions. How I feel about welcoming tomorrow.

It was very nervous, and strange. I've always wanted to eat this that, feeling hungry but I don't want to not even be hungry.

I even felt like I wanted to go to the toilet, but there was nothing I had to do there.

Tonight is the night of the heart, where I and the poles will meet for the first time after the pingitan.

Finished performing the prayer, Isha,,

Brother Aisyah plays her finger smartly and exerts her talent playing makeup brushes on my face.

When I was done and the invitees were present, I walked out of the room and took up a position in the space provided.

Likewise, the pole is already in its position which is in its position which is in the other corner.

The event began with prayers and prayers of the prophet.

kompang and merawis music alternates in the main right, accompanying the song Malay and nasyid songs that contain tips that are specifically for the bride and groom.

Sister Aisyah and Eva never left me, which was asked by my mother to be by my side.

Bang Vhen also, spent a lot of time visiting us in the room, even if just looking at us.

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This morning, I woke up early, though my eyes were too heavy to open. Because of the night I was really hard to sleep.

Although only staying in the room, I was still made sure to eat on time and even take vitamins to stay fit.

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