RAINBOW STORIES
part 14 (pebbles of life)
The darkness of the night made this heart even more bitter. I reopen the note that contains all the necessities for the wedding. One by one I looked at. Suddenly the ringing of the phone shocked me.
"Hello, my princess, what are you mourning, princess?" A voice that is no stranger to me
"Hello mas, what's wrong ? I'm not lamenting anything mas" I asked listlessly
"Tomorrow the night we go out, huh? " Take mas pras
"Where are you going?" I'm not excited
"Enjoy the beautiful night" The voice of mas pras makes curious
"Okay mas" I answered briefly
"Have a rest, good night my princess" Pamit mas pras and hung up
These few days my relationship with mas pras is quite distant. More precisely I gave a little distance to the mas pras. Maybe I'm jealous but I might not. I don't know, I'm confused about my feelings right now.
"It is appropriate for me to be suspicious of mas pras" I murmured
Clamps
The sound of the door open
"Are you okay, son?" Ask mom
It's like having a powerful radar. You can always understand without me telling you first. That's how special my mother is to me.
"Emmm.. Shaki is fine, ma'am" I replied
"Son, marriage is a long journey that will have many obstacles. Starting before marriage is usually a lot of temptation. Believe me, that faith and loyalty are the key to communication in this matter" explained the mother
Deg
My tears flowed without me knowing. I hugged my mother too. Very closely, along with my crying that is getting louder.
"Mom, shaki is confused whether shaki should hold tightly to shaki's love or shaki should let go" he asked
"Trust me, if it were yours, whatever happens would still be yours. But on the contrary, if it is not yours then as strong as you hold it will return to its owner"
Huaaa....
My crying is getting louder. My tears are getting bigger.
"son, life will have its obstacles. The gravels of life you will always meet. Strong communication and commitment will shake off those pebbles son"
hyks hyks....
my tears broke. I as much as I wanted. I tried to catch my breath.
huh. huh. hemm...
I hugged tightly the bolster earlier in front of me. I tried to block my tears. Stay difficult. These tears are flowing more and more.
That's how I am, who if crying is very difficult to stem. Like a child who has to be covered with many things.
tringg...
my phone sounds. Pras called me. I can't hold my phone. I don't think I'm strong enough to complain to Pras. My husband-to-be.
"sir, is there anything you're hiding from me? share, your shoulders are not strong enough to support themselves" the voice of mas Pras makes me more agitated.
"When"
my voice suddenly stopped after mentioning the name of the woman.
"owh Nabila, are you jealous? I am more and more convinced that you are my princess. So much your love for me that my past makes you angry" replied Mas Pras.
clutches.
my phone is closed. I can't afford to continue this conversation.
halooo.. princess.. halooo...
ah, he disconnected the phone. Mas Pras Sesal.
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