Small Stars For Faila

Wedding on paper

After two months of my marriage to Frans, he finally got his dream of becoming a young Architect. After being expelled from the old campus . He moved to a new college to get a college degree. I am still struggling with my life so-so.

Today, his first day got one big project after the previous one. He opened his first office in the Sudirman area in one of the magnificent buildings in the area The pen-shaped building, Or called “ the Fountain Pen” 45-storey Building became Frans' choice to open his office. He chose the 30th floor quite a horror looking down

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Papi invited all his restaurant employees, to enliven the opening of Frans' new office, he looked very happy.

“Happy Frans, your dream is achieved,” I said sincerely lifting one glass, asking him toast

~Cearss~

The sound of our glass is loud, though,

Four months after the wedding, nothing much has happened. At home Frans is back to life as before,

Frans' grandmother wasn't as fussy as she used to be, because I followed everything she wanted to do. Including this morning when he gave me a drink that tasted bitter for mercy.

“This drink” said Ami thrusting a white bowl but the contents are deep green, smell the smell alone is getting nauseous.

“What is this?”my question is, my hand received the bowl

“That's a hereditary family herb fertilizer” said grandma forced me to drink it.

Hearing that, my mind wanted to scream, all the eyes on the dining table were staring at me with full investigation. Frans and I acted, as if nothing had happened between us. I promised myself that for the next 6 months I wouldn't cause Frans any trouble.

I want to help her, so whenever there's a problem I always defend her, like last night even though I know she walks with Adella but I defend her in front of her family.

“What does Pahit Ami taste ?” I asked Frans' Grandma.

“Iya drink, so that you get pregnant quickly, this has been 4 months” said Ami.

I want to laugh in my heart, how do I want to get pregnant to be touched yet

~Guuk , gukk~

I finished it, it was bitter, it smelled, I wanted to vomit, but I kept it.

Mommy's eyes and mouth assume. Frans just looked at me for a second and focused again on the uptake.

Ever since I came back to Frans' house.The dining table house every morning will be crowded together.

“Isn't it bitter?” said Mami still with a look of amused creeps face.

“Iya” bitter warm indeed, said Ami medicine, so I spent it” said I held the taste on the tongue.

“You don't want to have a grandson soon? Faila, must routinely drink the herb, so as to quickly get pregnant” said Ami. The look on my face felt like it was hot for enduring embarrassment.

I drove Frans to the front door. My mouth still feels bitter even though it has been drinking sweet

“You don't have to do it” said Frans carrying his backpack and slightly loosening his tie.

He's handsome wearing a white shirt today

“Nothing’ consider it a cure for another disease”

“I told you not to drive me like this Faila, I feel as if I don't feel nyama,” Frans said

“JIka I did not do my duty as your Wife, Your grandmother will scold me Frans,” So just accept it.

Let's just say we're in filmmaking. You just have to act. Until the time is over I said.

Frans' face hardened, I copied his hand. Although it was only a contract marriage .”But my heart is glad to have been your wife. Frans Devan murmured me sadly

Maybe Frans felt guilty for always pretending in front of his family . He often slept in his apartment.

Today will be the opening of a new restaurant,

grandma called me to her room.

“You should wear this from now on,” said Ami

“What is this?”opening the package he gave me.

“That sari”

My eyes immediately glared, wanting to feel like I laughed

“Ami I am not Indian, I am Indonesian who happened to be married to Frans, an Indian,” said I refrain from laughing. Imagine me wearing a sari like in Hollywood movies

When I married Frans, I still want to, but if I told him to wear it like his grandmother Frans, who uses sari every day, I would not be confident

“You must Faila! that's my will, I used to wish my children were married to a native Hindi so I could see him wearing a sari like this” said Granny Frans. “But my dear son there are four people . No one of them married anyone from my village,” Grandma Frans said with a sad look on her face

Oh my heart melted but it was heavy to do so.

“Alright Ami, I will try it “kataku with very heavy heart

Instantly his face immediately shone. His hand swiftly chose the silk cloth I was going to wear.

“This is dear, try,” Ami said this is Punjabi. One type of traditional clothing of Northern India said Ami. Blouse clothes on the stomach and long scarves and subordinates of long skirt-shaped saris.

“Ami... This is my stomach looks” I said after trying it.

“Nothing –what a pity , we just close with with his shawl ,your waist is slim ,you are very beautiful,” said Ami dressed me like an Indian. My hair was in harmony with the cloth I was wearing.

“Later the opening night of his new restaurant Frans I want you to wear this. I want to show them. I can also have a daughter-in-law like them,” said Ami with a sad face.

Frans has a large family from his grandmother who is domiciled in Jakarta and Bogor, Medan as well. So whenever there is a big event or thanksgiving they often get together.

So tonight Frans's Papa will open a new restaurant. Grandma wanted to, I wore that sari with her. Finally the night came.

Frans from his office straight to the event venue. Because the new restaurant Papi Sudirman area Also. Frans' mom and dad have been there since morning. Me, Arjun, Regi, and Brother Dion are leaving together.

Just got off and grandma's from upstairs . Regi, and Ajun looked at me in disbelief.

“Kak Faila!?”

“HA”HA”HA.

Arjun couldn't believe seeing me.

It's true that I'm very different. Frans' grandmother dressed me up so differently. Even very beautiful, the clothes that were tried this morning were his last choice. My long hair was neatly covered. Looks like an Indian Artist.

“I also didn't know him earlier” said Regi, laughing

“I think there is a woman that Ami brought from India there, it turns out Indians stray” said Dion follow-up makes me more and more insecure

The three brothers laughed, if only they had laughed to see me wearing a sari what about the response of the people later?

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