The Her Wedding Dress

CH30-Malik Return

It's been 1 week since Malik's return. Subsequent to

receiving treatment for 9 days in the hospital, Malik finally got permission

from the doctor to an outpatient.

Although at home Mr. Adi his room

located on the 2nd floor, Malik prefers to stay there under the pretext of being there

Akbar will help him. Parents also follow what

asked by Malik.

Mr. Adi did report Dawn to the office

trooper. And the man languished in the cell for 5 days only, because Mr. Adi

withdrawing his demands and willing to be a guarantor for Dawn. On condition,

Dawn should not settle in the city of Bandung, so as not to return to harm

children's lives. The case is also closed to other families.

Although Indira does not know who the perpetrator of the hit

malik actually ran away, he always blamed himself. If only he had not

whining for snacks, surely this will not happen. Malik could

go to the police academy. Surely Malik will not be in pain as he is now.

It is the mind that always rotates in the head of Indira. Make it impossible

away from Malik. Even since Malik's return, Indira sleeps more often

at Mr. Adi's house rather than his own.

Indira and Akbar always faithfully help activities

Malik. Although he can walk with the help of a cane, Indira

remain adamant about tackling Malik wherever he goes. At the time of eating

Indira always forced to feed Malik.

That day, Indira did not usually come home

Mr. Adi with puffy eyes. He walked towards Malik and Akbar who

sitting in the middle room. Indira immediately sat between the two men,

tucked his face behind Akbar's back and began to sob with a voice

wept.

“Aah ndi don't cry there. You will suck

nempel on the shirt I” Shouted Akbar protest. Indira was forcefully seated

Akbar. Not a word came out of her little lips. He just

he was busy shedding his tears and shaking his head.

Akbar grabbed Indira's head and held his face

using both hands. Hoping for Indira to look at him.

“story first. Don't cry that. Wh why? Falling?”

“gaun I iiilaaaaangggg.. huhuuuuu” Si

cengengeng Indira returned to shed her tears.

“Which one?? Yaudah don't cry, later

we buy again ya” Akbar trying to calm Indira despite what

what Akbar said was nothing but a joke.

“Gabakalan can be purchased. Huhuu. Itu. Sketchpad

the ibuk ilaaangggg. Akuuuu barr wedding dress. Hiks hiks, Malik

how's donggg. I'll get married if I don't wear a ibuk” dress

Malik just smiled hearing the cry

hyperbola Indira. He was not even 17 years old, but he thought

to marry. Malik stared at Indira's face sharply. His eyes were pointing towards the second floor. More precisely in the direction

her room.

Indira still sees confusion with what

Malik.

“In the drawer number two to the right of the bed

i'm. Ud there take”

Once you understand what it means, Indira

instantly ran a thousand shadows to retrieve the thing in question. Without

hesitating he entered the room and headed towards the cabinet. Looks like a shabby paper

usually he takes it, now it becomes neat and is in a plain frame

black colored. The sketch looks more interesting because it's inside a

an elegant place

For others, the paper is just one

regular images that can be obtained from other fashion designers. But for Indira, though,

in the picture there is the love and warmth of Bu Sri. She's already

she will wrap her body on the wedding day.

In addition to being an office worker, married

wearing a dress designed by Bu Sri is her biggest dream. Think about what dress

what he wears becomes more important than who he stands with

pelaminan.

Indira stared in the sketch. Observing every

the line he saw almost every day. Although it has been with

the details, Indira's eyes never get tired of looking at him. So beautiful

that picture. Sincerity in every scratch. How grateful

Indira could have had that sketch.

After a long struggle with his own mind,

Indira put her foot back where it was. Walk casually approaching

his two best friends. And sit back between the two of them. Pest-eye

it had faded, changing with a faint smile on its lips.

“Udah, seneng??” Indira just nodded

hearing the question from Malik, his eyes were only on the paper when he

it's neatly wrapped in a frame.

Indira ignored Akbar who was back grumbling

because seeing his behavior that is so hyperbole as well as his attitude that

fickle. 10 minutes ago sobbing, now smile haru.

Actually there is a spell in the paper that makes Indira become

a little crazy.

“Originally you know, even if this is just a picture, though,

but in this picture there is affection mother for me”

Indira again explained how smart Bu Sri

when drawing this sketch. Indira still remembers clearly how

enthusiastic and happy face of Bu Sri when scraping her pencil.

“Malik how?? Your hands are still on your feet

getting sick?? Sorry I yaa.”

Malik just shook his head slowly. Him

smiling while rubbing Indira's head.

“For me, you're getting into akpol,

your feet are also hurting. Did I marry you, lik? Let

can take care of you for life. Let me take responsibility”

PLETAKKK

Indira grimaced in pain from the flick of the hand

Akbar who landed right on his forehead.

“haha. Where would Malik be with you. Don't be

slantur”

“Ndi, don't feel guilty. This

it's not your fault. Maybe it wasn't my destiny to be a cop. I've already

mutusin wants to study law. I want to be a lawyer. If it is rich

I can still find out about my father's case. Don't think about it

any more. Now we focus on our school.” The mature nature of Malik makes

Indira. He began to lean his head on Malik's right shoulder

gently massage his best friend's hands.

Back to talking about each other's future.

How they will live later. Will it always be together like this.

Is always loving. Will their work be in accordance with

the expected. Is still able to spend time in the midst of busyness

her job. Whether the relationship will re-create distance for

them. I don't know.

For Malik, Indira and Akbar, it could be

friends like this are the best. Friends who are like family

who take care of each other and love each other. Although there are flavors that should be numbered

duakanese. But maybe, in the future Malik had the courage to

expressing his feelings to Indira. Or it could be Akbar who always looks

menjahili Indira suddenly expressed love for Indira. Who knows..