The Love of the Duda

TCSD 105: Preparation to Attend Invitations

Dita looks busy struggling in front of a large mirror in the room, while twirling her body to the right and to the left. A big smile also rose on his lips.

"perfect. With like this, I can definitely remind the Gods when we first got married. Because the dress I wear is one of the favorite dresses of the Lord. She liked it so much when I put on this dress."

While looking closely at the image of his body reflected in the mirror, Dita's mind glared back far. Trying to replay the memory of the togetherness of the brain that they had passed, where God always praised the beauty of Dita, when this dress wrapped her body.

His bright mind did not make him smile himself. Arman who happened to cross the front of the child's room could only shake his head. The middle-aged man swung his legs to get closer to the child, to make sure that the child was not affected by madness.

"Ta, what's wrong with you? Why are you smiling like this? You're not crazy, are you?"

Slowly, Arman patted Dita on the shoulder. Attempt to restore the child's consciousness. He was worried that if left like this for too long the child would add to the list of crazy people in this city.

Dita gasps. He looked to the side, and he saw his father standing there. "What's the father talking about? No, I'm not crazy. I'm still sane. Even so sane."

"Thank God then. Look at you smiling to yourself like crazy."

Dita snorts softly. His father may have thought him crazy. "Papa, how do I look this time? Is perfect?"

Arman stared fixedly at Dita's appearance from head to toe. Arman admitted in his heart that the child still looks beautiful at the age of entering the number thirty-five this year. However, it is still less beautiful with women whose photos are displayed very clearly in the wedding reception invitation sent by the God family.

"Yes, yes, yes, you look perfect. It's only natural that you look perfect, because Papa sees you've been standing in front of this mirror for hours in different dresses," said Arman as he swept his gaze across the corner of the child's room.

On the bed, lay various kinds of party dresses with various colors and models. The middle-aged man did not understand how the child tried these dresses. Even though wearing a party dress like this is one of wearing clothes with a much higher level of difficulty, right?

When she chuckled, she remembered how busy she was trying one by one the party dress in her wardrobe. Just to attract the attention of the ex-husband, so that he again fascinated by the beauty he had, so that he, to the extent that he was not aware that it had been almost two hours the woman was struggling in front of the mirror with a different dress.

Dita smiled knot. "This is one of my efforts to attract the attention of the Gods, Pa. I want the Lord to look back and acknowledge my existence. With this dress, I am sure that I can re-grow the seeds of love that are in the heart of the Lord to me."

Arman sounded a little clucked. Apparently the child has not been willing to give up his efforts to reclaim the God. "Papa remind once again Ta, do not do things that will surely be in vain. The gods will not be captivated at all by your arrival."

Dita was surprised to hear the father's words. "What does Papa mean?"

Arman slicked his shoulder. "Papa reckon you're losing pretty to the God's wife at the moment. Didn't you also see the face of the God's wife in the invitation we received yesterday? That woman looks so much prettier than you."

Dita grieves, as if to underestimate the opinion expressed by Arman. "Currently, is it not the least bit off in Papa's mind, that what appears in the invitation is one of the camera effect games? It could be that the girl's face was edited totality by the photographer so as to produce an image that looks so perfect." He inhaled a deep breath of air for a moment before he continued his speech. "Which side is Papa on? I'm Papa's biological son, but why does Papa even praise another woman?"

Upset and arrogant, that's how Dita feels. Intentions want to please themselves with praise spoken from the mouth of the father, in the end he just praised the beauty of the wife of God.

Dita can only be flabbergasted. His mouth is wide open to form the letter O. It could be that the father defended another woman who had absolutely nothing to do with him.

"Pa, can Papa not constantly praise God's current wife? I'm trying to attract the attention of God again, but why does Papa seem to disagree like that? Besides it would be very beneficial for Papa's company, wouldn't it, if I managed to get back to God's side?"

Arman breathed deeply. He remembered the kindness of the former son-in-law in helping to develop the business he was in. When the business he was in almost collapsed due to being cheated by one of the investors, the ex-son-in-law with open arms, helped him to get out of the mess.

"Yes, it'll all be useful. But aren't you the one who destroyed it all? By cheating behind the gods with security in the house you live in yourself?"

The words of the papa successfully hit one part of his heart. Dita breathed a little harshly trying to throw away all the foreign feelings that were still in her heart.

"Yes, I'm guilty of what I did. Therefore, I want to make up for all those mistakes by getting back to God's mas definitely to become God's wife again."

Arman chuckles. "If the dream is not too high, Ta. If it falls, it will definitely hurt a lot!"

Arman tries to resuscitate the child who has really been exposed to the extraordinary syndrome of halu. But not his name if not kekeuh at his stance.

"No Pa, I'm not giving up. I still have one belief that one day, I can return to be a living companion of the Gods."

Arman again clucked while shaking his head. "As far as you are. Papa can only remind you of one thing. Don't do things that would embarrass yourself."

Arman turned body. He swung his legs to get out of Dita's private room. While Dita can only stare at the departure of the father with a sardonic smile that offended on his lips.

I'll prove to you Pa, that I can be God's wife again. I know how God loves me. And I believe that if it will not be that easy, God forgot or destroyed all the love he had for me.

Dita again linked her gaze towards the reflection of the mirror before her. She grabbed the makeup box, and slowly, began to polish her face with the make-up she had. Starting from the cushion, moisturizer, powder, blush, mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow, and also lipstick.

The woman smiled broadly, as her face looked much more beautiful than before.

I'm coming, Lord. I believe your eyes will be glued to my beauty.

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