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The bride???

I went through the night without sleep, pensively thinking about everything that happened. It seems like if this keeps up I can get back into depression. I don't know what I look like now. The eye bags must have been clearly blackened. Several times my door was knocked. Whether it was the waiter or bi Gina who delivered my breakfast. Even if my father doesn't care.

For me, I don't need to explain anymore. Because everything is clear, Adam and I are guilty. Even if you come to see me in my room, I'm sure you'll still blame me.

I switched to the balcony room. Holding the iron barrier and looking at the beautiful sky. I breathed out while stretching my hand. God, will there be a miracle for me to get through? Happy again for example. Ah I am sure God also does not want to grant the prayers of a dirty person like me.

Pile up!!! I directly looked.

"What's that sound?" I saw my door broken! Crazy, who did it??

"Nara?"

"Munah, you??"

"Not me, but him." Munah pointed at Wahid. I fell silent, and saw what they were carrying right now?

"Sorry, about your door. Your father has given you permission and even set up a builder to repair." No, I don't need that explanation. Buty?

"Nara, happy birthday." Ohhaa!!! I forgot what day it is?

"May you live a long and healthy life. Please blow out the candles." I'm termangu.

"Hey, blow the candles." My eyes are heating up, ah no. I cried, but Munah still remembers my birthday.

"Sit down." Munah patted the couch in my room.

"Nara, I have a special gift for you." Wahid handed me the bag, which I believe was clothing.

"You clean your body, and then you try. I want to see if you fit in wearing that."

"But?" She pushed my body into the bathroom.

"Here, hurry up. Me and Wahid wait."

I flushed my body under the shower. Restrict the whole body starting from the hair. Before long, I only needed 15 minutes to clean up. Then come out wearing a kimono towel.

"Geez, you close your eyes first." I just popped my head out, I made sure he closed his eyes and then I ran into the locker room.

I opened the paper bag that Wahid gave me.

"Why the kebaya shirt?" Mumbles.

But I keep trying. Turn around in front of the glass to ensure my appearance.

"Well, that's a good fit. You look beautiful." Eh he's praising me right now? What if Munah is angry?

"But why this dress?"

"Me and Munah will have a photo session with you. Let's just say it's a memory before I get back out of the country." For me that's the right reason. But what if the people in this house knew? Especially Dad, while my problems haven't been solved. And what about the condition of Adam's mother?

"What do you think? Come here I'll dry your hair."

"But I'm still wearing this?"

"Wahid and I didn't ask you to open it, did they?"

"Well, what about Adam's mother?"

"The mother's fine." Munah looked back. "Hid, you can call me now."

"Call? Call who?" Silence and not answering. What else are they planning? I was suspicious and curious.

"Where will you be?" I looked at the figure from the mirror, he was carrying a big bag. Who'sis that?

"What's Munah for? I don't want to!!"

"Oh, you shut up. We're just gonna do a photo session."

"Have my father left?"

"Your father just left." Wahid answered.

"Did he know if you guys were doing this?" Munah and Wahid nodded in unison.

"Sister, please shake his face. Nara looks so pretty when she's photographed."

A MUA started to twitch, my hair was already drying. I closed my eyes, I just let what he did with my face right now. Because last night I didn't sleep, obviously when I felt my head and face touched I became sleepy.

"Eh." I was shocked when I was about to stagger forward. The MUA smiled and said "congratulations huh?" ah I'm so embarrassed.

I don't know how long I've been sitting in silence, closing my eyes. Can only hear the giggling sound of Wahid and Munah. For sure I hope they don't fuck me up by hiring a MUA to change my appearance like a clown.

"It's over, look at it." Munah ran straight away, he unceasingly praised me.

"I'm sorry then?"

"Thank you brother." I still sat in front of the mirror, and stared at my own face without blinking. It's really not like me. I was very pangling myself.

"Let's get down?"

"Huh? You're crazy, aren't you? With my appearance like this? What if people at home ask?" Munah and Wahid looked at each other and laughed.

"Why?"

"Come on down. They're not all in the house." Munah pulled my hand to walk out of the room.

"Munah, I can't. Why not just take a picture in my room? I really don't want to go out of the room."

"You want to disappoint Wahid, right? She paid a lot just for makeup. Do you know how stingy he is? If I were in your position I would be so grateful to be able to get a surprise like this. Heh, if only you were me." Munah changed his facial expression as sad as possible. That really makes me very unbearable.

"alright. But promise me it won't be long." Munah smiled and nodded.

"Come on?" Wahid seemed impatient. It was evident he walked first.

"Where do we want a photo?"

"In your father's house."

I'm done going down the stairs. Looking around, things were really quiet. No guards or servants passed by. Where did they all go? Is it resting behind the house? Then mom and dad, I didn't see it either.

Maybe they were in the hospital to see Adam's mother.

"Wait a minute." I stopped my steps. Look back again. I feel weird right now. Why just do a photo session I have to wear kebaya also make up?

"Why Nara! What else are you thinking? They've been waiting."

"They? Who the hell are they?" Munah wastes his breath roughly. Have I been overreacting in a way to keep asking?

"Nara!! Hasn't anyone been waiting for us there? Photojournalist, Wahid?" Eh geez, I shook my head and accelerated my pace. Although my one step this time can not be as wide as usual because it uses kebaya.

"Well that's it the bride has come." Deg deg. What's the matter? Adam's? Her mom? My mammy? And father? Aren't they in the hospital right now? I feel like I have no bones and no mouth, my body is like being tossed around. My mouth stiffened still staring at the front yard of my father's house which was transformed into a wedding decoration.

"Happy birthday dear." Speech after word flowed, ringing in my ears. God, is this just a dream??

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