Safaries

The safarah 19

I looked at the face, a little dull and there were dark circles in the eye area. Most people say it's like a panda eye.

" Sir papa.dedek baby must be adjusting. Can I just carry a sling?"

" Of course I can." Fatimah handed me the Afifah.

My hands shook, I brought my face to Afifa. I breathed his body. I don't know why I'm overwhelmed and confused.

If only Afifah had been born from my womb, of course me and Virhan are the happiest people.

I tried to hold back the crystal that meets the sense of sight from falling. I actually failed. Clear crystal details drip vying to get off crammed.

" God.I want a baby like this." I wail inwardly.

Fatimah rubbed my back, "patient. Insha Allah.mbak will fondle the baby later." Entertain Fatimah.

" Amin.yes Allah..."

I gave Afifah pafa Fatimah, we were looking for a seat because the event was about to start.

Some people look at me with pity. Some of them sneered.

" Firsty anyway.., who wants to have a barren wife, I'm ogah have a barren ghost."

My ears are getting hotter here. But I try to be patient, this is a sacred event Fatimah and Virhan mas. I can't ruin this show.

The event is almost over, all guests are allowed to eat and drink.

" Ara, I want to eat." Bisik mas Firman's.

" A minute, my mom." I immediately headed to the buffet table. I picked up some food and put it on the plate.

As I was about to bring the rice, I passed Virhan mas, he stared intently at the plate I was carrying.

" Your taste is the same." Sindir mas Virhan's.

" Is something wrong, ma'am?"

" No, just a wonder. That fast." Again he showed a cynical face.

" Hey man." Suddenly the Word was by my side,

Mas Virhan put his hand in his pants pocket, it is clear if he does not like the Word.

" Don't mess with girls, man." Say Virhan without seeing the Word.

" Of course not, man. The day after tomorrow we will get married. I invited you guys. The show was at my parents' house. I'll share the location, yeah."

There was shock emanating on Virhan's face.

" Your jokes aren't funny man."

" It's not a joke, man. Me and the Firman are getting married the day after tomorrow." I said firmly.

" That's how you make a choice? Didn't you figure out the seedlings first?"

" What is it for? In fact, those who claim to love are unable to maintain their household. In fact, those who are educated, do not have ethics in life. What do you want to see then? For me bebet seedlings weight is number several hundred."

" It's good to talk to you. Ckck.he's got a damn impact on you."

" Mas Virhan does not need to judge the Word, because the only one who knows the nature of a person is Allah SWT. Let's eat!" Take me to Firman.

If it wasn't for Fatimah, I wouldn't have come to this house. The good nature of Fatima is what makes me want to connect the cord between us.

***

" It seems, Virhan hasn't let you off a hundred percent."

Word made me look at him, "are you jealous?"

" No, why jealousy? Aren't you officially divorced in the eyes of religion and country? Ara, I just don't want that guy to give you hope. Prohibiting him from having a relationship with another man. As if he could promise to make you happy. What facts? You're still hurt today. What else is witchcraft."

" Magical grandmother? Who the hell are you saying, mas?"

" Virhan's parents don't like you very much. I wonder at you, why would you still set foot in that thorny house? If I were you, I'd shut down access to the toxic family."

" I came to the house, weaving all the strings because of Fatimah. If it wasn't for that good woman, it would have been something I had in mind. Since meeting with Fatimah, different from any woman.

" That's the last time we talked about Virhan. I want after Ijab qabul I say, you can continue living with me."

" Yes, mas."

Virhan turned his car into a house.

" Down yuk!"

He pulled my hand, "you'll know later."

Taraa....

Mas Firman took me to a house that provided special wedding clothes. The Word was very kindly welcomed by this woman. Are they friends? I'll ask you later.

" Hey, are you really the Word?" The woman laughed.

" It could be you, this is my girl, the day after we're getting married. I want you to pick the best clothes for her."

" Best for you, of course." The woman was still chuckling. I don't know what's funny.

" After all, you came to my place

Gie thinks you're just enjoying a boy without taking him to the undercover."

" Srstttt."

Mas Firman asked the woman to be quiet while occasionally he glanced at me.

" Is this guy a playboy?" My mind is busy talking to itself.

" Include my name, Sandra, friend of the Word. Have you known the Word for a long time?" Ask.

" Just two months, ma'am." Polo answered.

" huh? Two months? Sure you chose him? Ckck.it's like choosing a man to be a friend for life."

" What do you mean?"

" I can't tell my friend's ugliness from my own mouth. Let your partner know and judge it. If the marriage doesn't happen anytime soon, I might have already exposed the ugliness."

It's so weird about Sandra. Just make people curious.

" I wish so much that the Word had changed." Say again.

I just kept quiet. I don't know why I'm not interested in talking more to Sandra.

" Sir, I want this one."

I chose the white kebaya.

I'm not in the mood to linger in this place.

" Recure this one? It turns out your taste is bad."

Wonderful! What's the matter with him?

I left Sandra and went to see Mas Firman.

The Word is smoking in front.

" We're going home now. I didn't choose here."

" why? Is everything ugly?" Ask the Word wonder.

" Fir.your future wife's taste is terrible. He chose kebaya like this." Sandra showed me my choice.

My blood was boiling because it was considered to have bad taste. Who does he think he is? It seems to demean someone.

" My taste is bad. But SORRY..I AM NOT BUYING. ALL THE DRESSES AND KEBAYA HERE ARE UGLY." I SAID sharply.

" You want to stay here? I can go home by myself." I walked away from a place that couldn't appreciate buyers.

" and..." The Word reached my hand.

" We're home." He pulled my hand into the car.

After far away from the place of the ameh, "what's really going on?"

" I don't like your friends, mas. Can't he appreciate the buyer? Or.he has a taste in you. If my taste is bad, why doesn't he help me? Why would he insult me?" My words are fiery.

" Patience! We'll stop for a second, yeah.."

Mas Firman ordered two cane ice cubes by the roadside.

" Drink!"

I drank it right away.

" Now explain who you really are!"