My Past Stories

6. Dillah Plan

After Dillah from my house. Antoni sent me an SMS and invited me to meet at the house of Syarif, a friend of my study group and Antoni. But I'm not alone, but I also brought Lia, my close friend to school.

I reached Sharif's house, and it turned out that Lia had arrived first. Antoni and I are in the yard next to Sharif's house, because Antoni forced me to speak to him with four eyes.

"Why else bae si ?" Cablakku. There is no word of image in front of him.

"That's lo's boyfriend ?" Ask probing.

I nodded my head in agreement. "Why, jealous lo ?"

"Obviously I am jealous. You know I like it a lot." Bluntly.

"But I told you, I can't accept you because I just thought about it. I don't want to see Amira again. He's still ngarepin lo !"

"But you know if I'm sincere with you ?"

"Gue tau's. But sorry I can't !"

"Yes already gapapa if emang lo has become the same guy who yesterday. Which person ?"

"Do you know what you want to know ?" Ledekku while smiling at him.

"Whatever."

"He's a man ...... my aunt's nephew !"

"Still cousin dong ? Can't you if your cousin is married ?"

"What is that ? he is my nephew. My cousin is my aunt. Gapapa said !"

"Dec. Just be the same, not the other." He forced me again.

"Udah ah's. Jabeg I am a mah !"

I went and went back to the front to see Lia and Sharif.

"Well, is it ?" Ask Sharif.

"Break my heart !" Sahut Antoni suddenly dramatized by holding his chest and sitting in a chair beside Sharif

"Silter." My midget. "Rejected this is what ? It's so bad that you Des." Said Lia scolding me.

"I already have a boyfriend. When did I get to know ? Does he want to be cheated on ?" Answer me innocently. Because there is no word cheating or double in my dictionary. Although I was often close to my male friends, but I never got that far.

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Short story, a year and a half later.

Now, I've had my class break to 3rd grade High School. Dillah who always comes every two months to my house, and I who never stop being bullied by Antoni even though he already knows I have a girlfriend but he never gave up. And also I am always close to my male friends even though Dillah always forbid me but I always argue if they are all my friends. Although our relationship often broke up. Breaking up when Dillah was jealous, and we turned it back when Dillah came to visit my house.

We got on the bike that Dillah used to pick me up. I feel happy and very happy because he will know me to his whole family. I thought without any bad thoughts.

It was almost 10 hours of travel, as we had to stop to rest when Dillah was tired of driving. I don't mind at all, because I'm happy to be invited to go for a walk like this.

In the afternoon we arrived at Dillah's house. And her family welcomed me warmly, especially her mother. Those who know the story of Dillah always praise my beauty, comparing with Dillah's former boyfriend. I blushed a little because I was better than Dillah's ex-boyfriend.

The night came. I was a little surprised because there are some people who decorate the house Dillah using a pink background and a little flower decoration in the corner of the room. Even the rooms I would occupy for my stay were decorated. There might be an event tomorrow. I thought I didn't know anything.

After the people finished decorating I immediately went into the room and slept, because it was a bag of sleepiness that was not restrained. Dillah kissed my forehead and kissed my lips before I closed my eyes. I flinched and hit Dillah, but Dillah just smiled at me. This was really my first kiss.

"From tomorrow, it's not just this. But everything you have will be mine. I'll be free to do anything to you."

I thought hard about digesting Dillah's words just now, but I couldn't think and was always positive about her. Maybe Dillah feels he deserves it because I am his girlfriend. That's my thinking.

Tomorrow. Dillah woke me up and asked me to pray at dawn. I got up and went straight to the bathroom and followed to the musholla room inside Dillah's house. After the prayer I was asked to enter the room, because there was a makeup artist who came. Her brother Dillah told me. I just don't think without rejecting a bit, because it's true that I'm guessing there will be an event.

But I was very surprised when you were groomed and told to use a white kebaya and put on a bun. I'm confused, why is my makeup like this ?

"Mr. This is why I'm wearing a rich kebaya bride huh ?" I asked the perias. "I told him to be rich gini sayy." Follow him casually.

Ah yasudah follow me. But, there does want to be an event. I still think positively.

When she was done, Dillah's mother came in and sent the makeup artist out of the room. Dillah's mother praised me and said that my mother-in-law would be really pretty. I was just embarrassed by it.

Dillah came in, I was amazed by her wearing after a black suit complete with a peci and tie. Dillah took my hand and said. "Yuk out, amil sir is waiting. It's about to start."

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My feelings are mixed up into chaos. I just realized that this is not another event, but my wedding with Dillah. My eyes warmed and my face changed. I'm silent not following Dillah's words.

"What is this ?" I asked in a very cold tone.

"Well married. What else is it ?" Sahut Dillah still with her face.

"Have ? I married my sister ?" My guess.

"And my brother once said to Desi. If you succeed Desi at home, you want to immediately invite Desi to marry. Brother has proven everything right now, sister ain't messing around !"

"Astaghfirullah." I said while cupping my face using both my hands. "But not now brother. Desi's still in school and can't be Desi married without her father." I sobbed a little because I felt I had been framed by Dillah.

"I'm sorry brother because sister is not honest with Desi. But I swear, I just don't want to lose Desi. Brother wants Desi to be sister's wife."

"desi. Gapapa is now a betrothed betel sirih doang, later if Desi has graduated a new school dateng lamar Desi terua Desi same office marriage Dillah. I don't want Dillah to khilaf with Desi."

True, it is very true mother Dillah's words. But this is not the way, I want this marriage annulled. I could only continue crying and Dillah was still trying to persuade me.