Satuku Hand Husband

Gawking at the Cemetery

Amadea was silent. He looks confused and Mandala laughs at his reaction.

How is the story of a Mandala Barata can know and care about the boots he wears?

"Dea, even though you haven't worked for me for long, but the shoes are always milling around in the office every day. Every time you faced me and stood with fear beside me, I saw the shoes. The shoes are quite familiar to me.

I am a observant person. Once I saw you go to the office with better shoes, but the next day you wear these shoes again with an extra sole on the back. You fix it after it breaks and wear it again.

Dea, I know you can afford to buy nice shoes. I pay you very big. But you really like those shoes. I used to be ignorant and uncaring, but once I knew your life story, I came to know why you liked those shoes so much."

Amadea was like being bewitched with all the Mandala sentences just now.

Oh, that fierce man he cursed from being annoyed a few weeks ago turned out to be secretly watching him.

"You loved your father very much. And those shoes you treat so special. Those shoes are so pretty on your feet. My guess is right, right? Those shoes are from your dad?" Mandala looked into Dea's now teary eyes.

Amadea Kasea nodded as she wiped her tears.

Oh, last night he cried because someone said he was poor because of these shoes. Now a rich man who could even build this shoe factory was so praising his shoes.

"Dea, put those shoes on. I buy you clothes and expensive items that cost many times over but your shoes are more expensive in value.

You can wear it tomorrow when you get married. You won't be looking because your dress is too long.

Wear those shoes as you please. I am proud and happy to know a child who can appreciate the gift of his parents, even though he is gone." Mandala added.

Amadea Kasea was crying all the more.

Mandala felt how soft Amadea's heart was. He couldn't bear to go up to her and embrace her. Somehow the softness of Dea's attitude made Mandala's hard attitude slowly soften.

"It's okay, Dea. You must be missing your father. I know our wedding tomorrow isn't entirely real, but you're an amazing girl who I think has dreams of getting married and walking down the altar with your father to your future husband.

I'm sorry, Dea. I know your struggle. Especially facing your mother and all the pressures of life that you have to bear. Let's just go. We can go to your father's grave after this if you want. But now, first of all you also need to know about me and my family first..."

Then Mandala let go of his embrace. Amadea nodded and they walked towards the car that had been waiting at the main door ever since.

Two pairs of shoes were walking side by side. A pair of expensive shiny shoes belonging to the Mandala, and a pair of precious butut shoes belonging to Amadea.

Somehow even though very lame, but the steps of two pairs of shoes look harmonious.

Dea felt her heart warm even though getting into her AC car was very cold. Don't care now about Meirika's insults. Importantly Mandala sat beside him and looked at him many times while smiling throughout this journey.

"No matter what I do about Meirika and her insults about my shoes. I won't complain to Mas Mandala about this either. Let. Let him insult me to the point of being tired.

You threw away Mas Mandala, you also regret and accuse me of being a usurper. Even if she was just his bride, but at least she chose me and never humbled me once..."

Amadea was smiling all along the way. He felt like he was wearing Cinderella's shoes and the prince finally found him taking him to the palace to be his wife.

Yeah, the Mandala Barata is the current one...

Amadea felt a relief because her shock about DM Meirika suddenly disappeared. Meanwhile, Mandala was now nervous.

In silence, his serious face seemed to look at and sort out what information he needed to tell Amadea about his family.

"Marisa's accident, mama's awkward death, or what was the first thing I should tell Amadea first?" mandala in the heart.

Then just a short time later, Mandala saw a signpost that led to the elite burial area. His sitting position was straight.

As soon as he got out of the car, a head of the tomb manager came to greet him. It feels unnecessary and excessive. But the ones who come Mandala, of course they treat him specifically.

The head of the manager was talking a lot. Mandalas certainly do not like this foul talk and waste time. He also gave the code of Mr. Budi to take care of it.

"My wife and I are privacy workers. So we'll excuse you. After I leave, put the flowers in the tomb. After wilting and drying, don't forget to throw away." Mandala immediately took Amadea and led her to walk towards the grave of her parents.

Amadea was a bit surprised as well. If Mandala has trouble carrying flowers because of the condition of her hands, why not ask her for help. Amadea felt able to carry only two bouquets and a basket of flowers.

But he was silent. This is the tomb of Mandala's parents, and he clearly has no right to set-up.

***

The wind blew their hair. Both Amadea and Mandala are directly wearing sunglasses.

From a distance, it appears that Mr. Budi was chatting with the manager of the tomb under a shady tree.

"It's hot, yeah. Over there, Dea." Mandala pointed to a row of tombs that from the looks of it seemed to be made exclusively a special alias.

Amadea looked down at her favorite butut shoes that now step on the grave grass that is treated with this expensive cost.

"This is my papa's tomb, then this is my mama's tomb." Mandala pointed to a sign.

Amadea stared at the name on the gravestone.

"Barata Andreas." There are his date of birth and his date of death. This is Papa Mandala's tomb.

Next to her is the name of Mama Mandala. "Astrini Subroto." She died longer than her husband.

Amadea took a quick glance as she glanced at the tomb next to her which was similar in shape.

"Marisa Barata."

Who her? Amadea is in the liver. But once he saw the year of birth and the year of death, he assumed that this tomb was the tomb of Mandala's sister. And the poor boy died at the age of the children.

Amadea was silent. Where dare he ask or offend, unless Mandala himself explains.

And it's true. The mandala finally opened itself.

"Those next door are Marisa's graves. She's my sister. Died as a child" said Mandala.

Amadea nodded.

Next Mandala crouched between the tomb of papa and his mother. Amadea followed the squatting.

The sun rose and Amadea felt her back heat.

Dea felt Mandala would talk long enough in this tomb to ask for marriage blessing. Oh, he remembered that he also wanted to go to his father's grave and talk sweetly to preach his marriage.

Yes, the tomb is indeed an inanimate object used to immerse dead humans as well. But is it not the habit of talking to people who have died through their graves commonplace?

Amadea immediately felt the atmosphere turn into shahdu. He waited for Mandala to speak sweetly and introduce him. But it turns out...

"OK, because it's so hot that we shorten it. Mama and Papa, Mandala came here with his future wife. Name's Amadea. She's a nice girl, smart, and of course beautiful. We'll get married in the morning. Marriage is simple. I'm not asking for blessing, I'm just telling you. I bless myself for my life choices..."

Amadea gawking...

Huh huh?

SERIATE...