The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 42

"Why?" Dian took me to the hotel where we worked. Precisely in the backyard of the lobby or in front of mes employees are located.

The long sofa where the Imam used to like to spoil me. Ah regarding the Imam, he already works in a shop. Together with his brother-in-law, Imam became one of the officers there.

He rarely calls me through a vidio call. He also likes to talk about his life other than work. Stores that are only open at night are crowded. Even the Imam looks very happy there, seen from his body that looks more contained.

We forget about the Imam. Back to the initial language. Dian looked at me full of search. He who is always close to me and plays my brother is very sensitive in everything.

"I'm being betrothed." Saying slowly.

"What was that?"

I'm nodding. I honestly don't like the situation right now. No longer the era of Siti Nurbaya, but the reality can not be separated from the incident.

Most people think it is natural and possible. Because it is often and commonly done. Except for those who have considered all progress and modernization so as to reject things that do discriminate a little women.

I am one of those who reject the custom. For me, my soul mate is a matter of time and destiny is what will determine the right choice for us.

I don't like people's assumptions about a woman's age. They say if a woman is late for marriage it's not good. However, many things that can still be achieved and married is not one thing as the end of a woman's journey to achieve what she wants.

"Still in the age, is that it? I guess there's nothing in this era. Why are your parents in that group anyway?" Mas Dian scratched his head, I knew he was looking for the right word so as not to offend me.

"My parents were really dirty. They just listen to what others argue about without asking me what I want. But I can't blame them, either. They are also for my good."

"What's your plan now?"

"Entah. I'm confused for now, but I can't keep quiet either. Sooner or later you will ask for answers from me. While I did not have the same feeling, what was his name. Oh, my God, I forgot." My chuckle was followed by Mas Dian.

"Thinking calmly. The decisions you make are not just about your life right now. Not a month two months, but your whole life."

Until late at night I was still in the hotel. Telling stories and chatting with them all made my heart a little calm.

Back I remembered with a piece of fruit fruity rambutan that was at home. I forgot to bring it a little bit as a snack. A bitter smile on my lips. A little upset because suddenly in my mind there was a ridiculous thought.

Father traded me for a crackle of rambutan fruit. Not laugh!! or my thoughts are not synchronized.

I am not interested in being close to and in a relationship with the opposite sex after the departure of Imam and Mas Pri. Those two people I don't know deserve to be called what in this story.

I came home after the clock showed ten o'clock at night. Dian is still faithful to take me home.

Lying to my parents today is not something I intentionally did. But I am not strong and do not want to stay with what never makes me comfortable.

I put my body on the bed. My mind wanders about love, mind and future. I don't know which one I can get first from the three.