Renjana Dusk Kala
Chapter 85. When Somebody Loved Me
When someone loved me
(When someone loves me - taken from the lyrics of a song called ‘When she loved me’ sung by Sarah McLachlan)
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Jakarta
Sarips
Today will certainly be the biggest event of the villagers of Koneng. The festive atmosphere has been felt since the entrance of Basmol from the direction of Daan Mogot. A pair of yellow arches bearing the words Pocutama became the first welcome gate for invited guests. The scenery is increasingly lively with a row of congratulatory wreaths that stretch along the road of Pasar Kemiri.
...Happy Happy...
...on marriage...
...Kombespol Wiratama Yuda and Pocut Halimatussadiah...
...from...
...The Kapolda Metro Jaya...
...Irjen Pol Pambudi...
...Happy Weddings...
...Kombespol Wiratama Yuda and Pocut Halimatussadiah...
...DIKARA Corporation'S...
...Happy Weddings...
...Kombespol Wiratama Yuda and Pocut Halimatussadiah...
...Akpol Alumni Association xxxx...
He had stopped and pulled a motorbike on the side of the road to capture a row of wreaths from a number of famous people, artists, and government officials and the police. Some other road users are also interested in doing the same. As a result, traffic became jammed because many motorbikes parked on the side of the road because the owner was engrossed in a selfie in front of a row of flowers.
“Priiiit! Priiiit!” The shrill whistle-blowing sound broke the cacophony of citizen enthusiasm.
“Bubar! Disperse!"
"Road! It's jammed! It's jammed!"
Two men in vanity uniforms tried to disperse the crowd. He soon moved because the day began to day. The sun is rising. And Cakra must have been waiting.
Yes, at this big event, he got a special task of escorting a number of important invited guests from the parking lot to where the marriage contract took place. But before turning his eyes had caught a fairly striking writing. Other than others.
...Duda handsome mainstay sweet spoiled group...
...Finally married again...
...Congrats brotha's...
...from...
...The most handsome man...
...Soerjaatmadja...
...The Happy Wedding Mas Tama...
...Thanks for the great memories...
...from me who still loves you...
...Samara V Dewayani's...
He laughed reading the writing in the bouquet. Poor bucin ngenes, his mind in passing. Then rushed forward the motor to the ball field which is about 100 meters from alley H. Soleh. A number of men in vanity uniforms were seen already gathered inside the tent installed on the edge of the field. He quickly joined them. While frowning memorize the parking position of the guests who are responsible.
"Hello? With sir Sharif? I am Risa, secretary of Wisak sir. We've been on the way well, about ten more minutes until."
He also rose. Tidying up a long-sleeved batik shirt that is somewhat tangled because the former is occupied. Then restore the middle hair of the mainstay. Prepare to welcome your first guest today. Wisaksana Soerjaatmadja - Jakarta, VVIP guest. As it is written on the list. In total there are five VVIP guests that he must accompany.
"Good morning." He showed off his best smile as soon as the metallic black Mercedes Benz door in front of him opened. A beautiful woman, slender as she was, got down from inside the car in a graceful motion.
"Sirarif?" The woman looked towards him. "I'm Risa."
Gile, men. Very saucy.
"Yes, right." He nodded nervously. "Call me Sarip, Mba .. uh, ma'am ...." Suddenly tremors hit. Innate weirdness when meeting beautiful creatures mesmerizing. He hurried to the side to give way to Risa.
But before Risa stepped, a man with the face of a movie star first followed out of the car. "Eh, Ca, is my shirt not yet?"
The woman named Risa immediately turned obediently to face the movie star-faced man. Tidying up the collar of a clean white shirt worn. Then rub a pocket handkerchief that sticks out neatly and pat the collar of the suit while smiling sweetly.
"Rapy, sir."
The handsome man who looks like a movie star who is confirmed to be named Wisaksana Soerjaatmadja smiled back. Then raised a little right arm that was immediately grabbed by Risa.
"Sarip, come on." Risa looked towards him before passing first with the Wisaksana sir.
The three of them walked through the long queue of the newly arrived invited guests' vehicles. Also people who deliberately stop by the roadside for a selfie or just photograph a row of wreaths of congratulations.
Entering the H-Aisle. Soleh, they were greeted by a yellow wicker archway combined with flowers. The atmosphere was more lively with the colorful flag decoration installed along the road to the madrasah.
"Please wait in the ladies' place." He pointed to the entrance of the mosque reserved for women worshipers to Risa.
"If you can wait there." He told the seat of the Wisaksana sir in the front row.
But Wisaksana sir did not go directly into the mosque. "What time does the show start? I'm waiting outside."
"Good." He understood and immediately resigned. Because the second guest is now in line to enter the field for parking. Riyadh Dotulong - Bandung, VVIP guest.
But just turned around, his eyes had been pounded on a special figure who since the first second had successfully melenakan body soul. Someone who is none other than Cakra's wife's friend. A beautiful girl who makes her empty life more colorful since the tragedy of kuah rendang some time ago. Dismissing his passion to have an ultimate life purpose.
"Hey?" The beautiful girl like an angel with brocade peach color threw an alluring smile.
"H-hi .. k-you .. what's the news, love?" He returned the greeting with a trembling voice so as to feel the flowers of the tub flying over the clouds in the blue sky. A big smile awaits the angel to come closer.
But ... unfortunate can not be achieved unfortunate can not be denied. Because the angel of dreams just passed through it. Keep walking straight ahead toward a man in a brown uniform who was also smiling sumringah.
"Well, are you here, baby? From what time?"
The darling?
He could only gawk at the sight of the angel calling out affection to another man. The two people even share a warm smile while joking like a pair of lovers without feeling uncomfortable around.
Perfect definition of withering before developing. Heartbreak without having time to have each other.
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Tama
Since dawn, Reka has been living in her room. Pay attention to how MUA tidied up the appearance and gave instructions on how to wear clothes for the contract.
“Later the scabbard is tied to the waist to the knee, Mas,” said Ben the MUA while applying moisturizer and sweeping lip balm to the entire surface of his lips.
During the past week, his activities in the field were indeed quite solid. Often forget to consume water according to health recommendations. Makes his face look haggard from exhaustion. And his lips were dry until they were cracked.
A moment later, Ben glanced at him with an expression full of satisfaction. "Maximum bell, Mas. Stand out's. Ready to be king of a day.”
He laughed when he saw the expression of Reka caught by the mirror reflection. The designer sitting right behind his back turned the eyeballs looking at Ben's expressiveness.
“Hust, so?” The designer even immediately refused when Ben was about to tidy up his son's appearance. “No need to wear lipstick.” The designer pointed towards him with an amused expression. "Kayak aja.”
Ben chuckles. “It's not lipstick, Dedek dragon. But lip moisturizer. Let the appearance look more fresh and radiant.”
“Dragon?” The design shriveled and still refused. “Nmobile.”
“Children dong, ah. Exactly his face is the same papa you, Dek.” Ben is still chuckling. “Mas Kombes, how can you have a mini print me plek ketiplek gini? Gemesin know not?”
He chuckles.
"Yuk naga yuk .. can use moisturizer." Ben gets ready to apply moisturizer. But Reka avoided it first.
Ben shrugged his shoulders. “Okey. Anyway, something that was forced to do .. it doesn't feel good, Mas."
He's getting chuckling. While Reka who was grumbling heard the absurd chatter Ben chose to go to the front of the nightstand. Don't mind it anymore.
Now, he has been wearing a black covered neck coat (meukasah dress) with gold thread embroidery accents on the neck, chest and wrists. Black trousers (sileuweu trousers or weasel peck pants). Complete with a coil of songket cloth sarong at the waist (ija krong) and a siwah (traditional Acehnese weapon in addition to rencong).
While Reka and all other family members wear Javanese beskap for the men and Sundanese kebaya for the women. Except Cakra who since last night has been in Pocut's house first. Separated with Anja and Aran who just came to the wedding ceremony with the groom's entourage this morning.
“After more ... I want to marry Aunt Pocut.” He noticed the design that was having a hassle inserting a keris on the back waist.
"Here is the dragon Dedek, let's help Brother." Ben deftly helps the Puppy suck the keris and its fragrance between the stagen and the array.
"Yes, you know," replied the designer as soon as Ben finished putting the keris and the pump out of the room.
He tried to smile. "Thank you, you're willing to understand and accept your choice."
But Rita blatantly avoids eye contact with him. "I don't have a problem. What matters is that you're just as happy."
He sighed as he walked closer and patted Reka on the shoulder. "Come, people are waiting. We're leaving now."
"Don't repeat it." But Reka's call managed to undo his steps.
"Don't make Aunt Pocut cry every night like a mother." The jaw muscles look hard.
He swallowed the saliva hearing Reka's unexpected request.
"I know, mother crying is not just because of father," continued Reka quickly. "There are other reasons that make mothers often cry."
He breathed a long breath. "Mother story yet?"
Design nodded.
"Dad apologized for not being able to help you." He spoke with a tongue. Because it failed to accompany Kinan through difficult times. It could even be, his aba attitude became one of the triggers of the worsening of Kinan's soul.
"Udah is forgiven" replied the Brief.
He swallowed the saliva again.
"Can I promise?" The designer looked at him sharply.
"What?"
"I said that."
He breathed a long breath. For now, there is nothing more desirable than the happiness of Pocut and the children. Kinan's mutual failure had taught him many things.
"I can't really like Aunt Pocut." The design shrugs. "Just like to Pram. It's weird there's other people."
He nodded in understanding. No need to force yourself, son. I'm sure your heart will soon melt in front of Aunt Pocut. Just like the father in a short time bent his knees unconditionally.
"But I know that Aunt Pocut's mothers are good and don't like anything." Reka.
He smiles. Well said's. Aunt Pocut is indeed ordinary (beautiful) mothers who do not like anything. That was why he could easily fall in love. She's rare.
He also extended his right hand to invite Reka to complain of a fist. "I promise you (father promise)."
The plan welcomed his fist. "noted. Don't let Icad hate me more."
He laughed. "Icad hates Daddy?" Then reach for the shoulder to both out of the room.
Design nodded. "We both hate Dad."
"Wow?" He looked up but Reka looked down. "hate?"
"First," Ralat Reka fast.
"If now?" He opened the room door and found Sada's face already standing behind it.
"We're kemon." Sada shows a circular watch on the left wrist.
He nodded. As soon as Sada stepped away while exclaiming to everyone, "Let's go ... CPP (groom-to-be) ready."
He turned back to the direction of the plan. "Does Dad have two enemies in the blanket?"
"One." The designer raised his index finger. "I'm half. Icad half. The total enemies in the blanket is only 1."
"Hate to hate?" He asked again while nodding at the mother who asked him to hurry.
"Don't be late." Mama shook her head while showing her wrist.
"Ready." He saluted my mother. "Half again?" He moved to the side.
But Reka sniffed her shoulders trying to break away. And he tightened his embrace while half-strangling Reka's neck. Trying joking.
"Depends on you, sir (depends on you, sir)!" Exclaimed Reka who finally managed to break away. He ran away trying to chase after my mom.
"Wait, Uti."
"Ehm!" Someone suddenly stepped in his footsteps. "On target. Ice melts. Successfully conquering the crown prince's heart?"
He grinned as soon as he knew Sada was speaking. With a shadowless movement immediately curled the neck of his sister's neck.
"Oh, Mum!" But the one who screams is just another person. "Not much behavior. Her clothes will get tangled. The shit's coming off, right?"
He and Sada both laughed at Ben's panic.
"Have a good time, my. Don't be too active." Ben glared at him while correcting the position of the soul.
"The power is saved for later." Ben suddenly glanced meaningfully. "In the right place with the right people for one purpose means."
"Buahaha!" Sada's loud laughter instantly exploded. And he could only smile wryly without any desire to laugh.
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Cakras
Allahuma shali 'ala Muhammad
Yes Rabbi shali 'alaihi wasalim
Allahuma shali 'ala Muhammad
Yes Rabbi baalighul wasila
Shalawat chants from the nasyid acapella group made by Syafiq and his friends became a marker of the presence of the groom's family.
It stands in the courtyard of the mosque with yahbit Hamdan, ustadz Arif, pak Hartadi, cang Romli, and village elders. He and yahbit Hamdan both wore ulee balang (an Acehnese traditional dress, another name for the baro linto shirt worn by Tama) in black accented embroidery on the neck. While others wear batik shirts and official suits.
Allahuma shali wassallim
Sayidina wa Maulana Muhammad's
Adadama bi'iIillahi
Da'imatan bidawami
O Allah, grant mercy and salvation
To our Prophet Muhammad
Forever in eternity
The eternity of Your kingdom, O God
(Snada, Neo Shalawat)
Yahbit Hamdan came forward as a representative of the bride's family. After draping the flower arrangement on the groom and shaking hands with each other, the entourage is welcome to enter the mosque.
He waved and smiled at Aran who was calling his name. But can not immediately approach because you have to prepare near the marriage contract table as a busy sexy.
Today, the entire family of the groom and the invited guests are already inside the mosque. The male and female pilgrims are separated by a curtain to the whereabouts of the bride invisible from the main floor of the mosque.
All interested parties are already preparing in their respective places. Mas Tama sat facing the qibla. Right in front of the hooligans and the judge. Because Hamdan yahbit could not find the whereabouts of Kak Pocut's remaining family, then the marriage guardian represented by the appointed official. The head of KUA sub-district. Meanwhile, Hamdan and Puguh Koesdiharjo who acted as witnesses sat on the right and left.
He smiled looking at Tama's pale face. The man who according to his observation was not afraid of anything seemed groggy. It reminds him of a year ago. When he married Anja in the hospital conference room. And Papa Anja is lying in the ICU. Mas Tama was silent for a long time when he wanted to marry her.
But Tama is still Tama. The man full of authority was gradually seen to be able to control himself. After the wedding sermon delivered by ustadz Arif, mas Tama has prepared with a full highlight of confidence.
“Brother Wiratama Yuda bin Setyo Yuwono, I marry and marry you to Pocut Halimatussadiah binti late Teungku Imum with mascawin in the form of gold 300 mayam and money 574,805,000 rupiah, cash.”
“I received the marriage and marriage of Pocut Halimatussadiah binti the late Teungku Imum, with the mascawin above cash.”
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