The Fate that is Overlooked

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All passed so quickly, no one could stop the instant stuff time. Each servant lives his own life story. Barata with his new status as a husband of people, who this morning, has just been authorized and witnessed by relatives, colleagues and friends.

Ajeng, with his new routine, is busy to re-enroll as a student to take his S2 education, and is still a favorite assistant of Ibu Sukma. Not an assistant, exactly a favorite child.

This past month had really made her introspect herself with so much contemplation and consideration. Thanks to Mbok Kamti, he became acquainted with Ms. Weni. She is the wife of one of the village apparatus or local village government. He also houses some TPQ (Taman Pendidikan Al-Quran) in his village. In addition to launching his Quran recitation, his soul is also always on the side of spiritual flush which is often inserted by Bu Weni during the process of learning the Qur'an takes place.

Now, there was a warmth in the corner of his heart. He began to be calm and not easily provoked by circumstances. The meeting with a man who some time ago upset him half-life, in fact now they are actually involved in one project. The world is that small!

The flashback

In the afternoon after meeting with Bu Weni, Ajeng got a call from Vika, who reported that Sukma's mother was on her way home, and Maghrib ba'da later, who reported that she was on her way home, Vika invites him to meet with the photographer who has been in contact with Vika. Vika insists that only today the person has free time. Finally with a heavy heart Ajeng returned to the Boutique at that time, even he had not had time to meet his parents.

"Who would care if Mom came home today? " Ajeng railed against Vika who welcomed her arrival.

"Bak Barata was, on several phone calls, Nanyain Mbak Jeng, keep asking Mbak where"

"Continue calling again, she said I'm home. He said Ma'am Ajeng told me to pick him up. Mr. Anto again told where not to know it was the same Mr. Bara" Vika grabbed his phone, when there was an incoming call.

"Ya Mas Fal, go straight to the boutique, all meet the same who have. Yes, it's in the boutique. Yes abis maghrib yes, I wait. On time yes." Vika's message before she turns off her phone.

"Naufal Mbak Jeng, temen I want photos of our goods. Maghrib usually runs out, just returned from baseballang he said" Vika chuckled.

"Don't be enchanted later, Ma'am Jeng, Naufal is a fashionable man who is abis, cool, handsome. Uwuuhh used to be on campus so students continue to be handsome anyway. His younger brother, I'm rich for example, nobody doesn't want him" Laughs happily.

"Luckily I was on ajakin project together, so I could get along with him. Got his number too, I can't wait to see what he's like now. "

"Mbak Ajeng know not, he is very mysterious, never uploaded a photo of himself, often posting photos of his shots." With the spirit of 45 he told me non-stop.

"Yes as you like, which obviously I will not be interested in the same mysterious pretentious guy" Ajeng now who laughs evilly.

"Yee, Ma'am Jeng is so. Nih I love ya IG feed her, again mbidik chick in the meadow with dozens of sheep.aaaaa devastated heart I read the caption.huuuu"

"Udah akh, take a shower first yes" Go by leaving Vika, do not mengubris story.

While Dita and Siti have returned home at 4 this afternoon.

After finishing cleaning the body, Ajeng approached Vika.

"Sholat used to gih, maghrib can be short in time, later even not part" Ajeng's orders.

"Sir? "

"Yes" he answered short.

When Ajeng was preoccupied with choosing the clothes to be photographed, the sound of the door opening surprised him.

"Sorry right boutique X... " A man familiar to her stood in front of her with a big smile.

"Huh? The enem? Hallo's? See you again, MashaAllah.. Didn't expect to meet here. Why else? Shopping? " Sanya when she saw Ajeng carrying a basket filled with clothes.

"Eh you're a rancid man, what's the matter here? there are no special clothes for boys. Want to wear your long dress? " Ajeng stopped his activities, approaching the man who all day made his mood crumble.

"Eh, haha patient neng, just relax, no cape what anger from earlier? your energy is so much today. "

"Eh, Mas Naufal? Been long? " Vika who just finished praying, and heard there was a noise immediately went out without letting go of her face.

"Know Mbak Jeng, this is Mas Naufal who I was a critic, and Mas, this is Mbak Ajeng, the daughter of the owner of this boutique" Vika introduced them both.

"Hi, Naufal" Naufal extended his hand to shake hands with Ajeng.

While Ajeng only stared at the hand that was engraved, without any intention to reply to his hand.

"I hope we can start from the beginning, sorry Ajeng" said Naufal with his hand still outstretched.

Finally with a heavy heart Ajeng received a helping hand from Naufal, setting aside his ego to act professionally with the man.

Their first meeting only discussed the concepts to be used, with some themes in accordance with the dress model. Until the next appointment that makes them often interact. Melting their initially very rigid relationship. For Ajeng of course.

Flasback off

Tonight is a special night with the family only, after a day of partying with formal parties sangkur pora and Banyumasan customs, now a relaxed atmosphere is an option to glue the family, and, which has been stretched by distance and time with each busyness.

The Ajeng family came without exception, although former besan, but Ibu Sukma still treated them very well, like treating Ajeng of course. Barata's friend who was unable to attend this afternoon, now seen some. Who was talking to Barata at the corner of the table. Anita with some office friends and her boss did not escape the event tonight. Some of those present were guests who had not been present at the reception this afternoon.

Ajeng sat down with Mother Sukma, her parents and Ningrum of course. While Mbak Runti and Mas Bayu are still in Hong Kong, they only come home the day after, because there are jobs that cannot be delayed.

While Siti, Dita and Vika, help prepare ube-rampe that has not been issued. While Naufal is still fun to photograph happy moments for the bride.

Vika whispers something to Ajeng's ear, and Ajeng immediately moves from his seat to join Siti, and Dita.

"Daily, there are no photos of the same Ajeng me" Siti smiled broadly when she saw Ajeng approaching her.

"His bride hasn't? " Ajeng chuckles with his own question to Siti.

"Where, not even invited. Lagian. The bride is that jutek" Dita replied in a whisper.

Finally they laughed together, not to be separated from Naufal's shot.

"Don't be ready yet" Ajeng hit Naufal's arm, which he responded to by acting out in pain.

"It's so bad, it hurts so much" Ajeng now added pinching Naufal's waist.

"Akhh, I swear Jeng, this one is really sick. Seriously" Naufal said as he stroked her waist.

"ah. sory. sory. you end up sii like it, take a photo not clear suddenly so" Ajeng pursed his lips.

"The news is candid Jeng, see the results are good, right? " Naufal brought his camera closer to Ajeng, so that Ajeng brought himself closer to Naufal so that there was no distance between the two.

"Yes, yes, very natural. Rich is no burden. So happy for all of you" she smiled.

"Try to see the clay" Dita, Siti and Vika scramble to take over the camera in Naufal's hands.

Until Naufal finally gave up, retreating from the crowd of three women who were maniacal photos, smiling with Ajeng. Seeing their behavior.

While in the corner of the table, there was a pair of eyes that did not take their eyes off towards them. Staring at him with the flames of stifled anger.

Ajeng who accidentally sat with the sharp eagle's eyes immediately turned his face. Breaking his gaze with Barata.

"Yuk, so no? " Naufal who had been trying to understand the situation immediately opened his voice.

"So donk" Vika handed him the camera.

While others were engrossed in changing styles with directions from Naufal. Ajeng only smiled knots, occasionally laughing with the silly behavior of the three women who were with him.

"I follow dong" Ningrum approached them.

"Okay now seriously yes, this critanya bridesmaid or princess domas" Naufal again directs the women's chrysalis. Before finally Deheman violently stopped their actions.

"You haven't all been photographed with the bride since noon" Barata coldly said, intimidating them.

"And real family photos" he added.

Didn't she take a lot of pictures of Mom from noon?

Some are hot, but not a stove.

Some were sick but not blood.

There is a stinging but not splashed water.

does it? 🤣