The Love of the Former
DCSM chapter 48
Arcytes
The two-day silent cell phone finally rang. I ran into the room to pick up the flat object. The name of the Imam is there.
My father-to-be called me often. Our closeness had once turned into a brotherhood. Not only did his parents know, but his wife did too. I deliberately did it because I did not want to make a misunderstanding later on.
"Yes, mom. Tumben's a daytime nelfon, what's up?"
I rolled my body over the bed. Time still shows 12 noon. While out there, it is busy decorating the decor and tents. Everything has been installed far away today, today just stay to decorate it.
"The habit, already want to marry also still does not change. Salam kek or nanya tidah that, this is even nyeblak aja." (nyeblak means origin of the word)
I giggled at the Imam's nagging across the street. It was so nice to tease him.
"What's the night tomorrow anyway, Ar?" Continue without caring about my giggles.
"His job is tomorrow morning at 7am, while the reception is free. It's noon, afternoon or night for monggo."
"So his father, anyway. He said you weren't a hotel boy. That's why he asked me." Further
"External Mas?" And the answer I heard from the Imam made me nod as if he saw what I was doing.
"I am ashamed to invite them. Yes, while outside (overseas) I never contacted them. Time yes, suddenly spread the invitation."
"Ckck you anyway, the stars on the outside turned arrogant. Gini yes, Ar. If I think you invite them. If there is no budget for cooking, invite them to use invitation paper. Sure I they must have come and understood. Rather than not being invited, they will increasingly consider you arrogant. Would you like to be considered that?"
"Yes, follow my advice. I'll send them their names soon. Sure I you must have forgotten a lot." Her lips
"Well, you're the only one who understands me. Know that I forgot." I laughed
"Printing." And the call was interrupted telling me who was still laughing.
And sure enough, it didn't take long to immediately enter a message containing the name of my old friend in the restaurant and hotel where I worked first. In total there are 30 names that I still clearly remember his face while the other 20 names are foreign to me.
Four years of my departure, of course, a lot of changes have happened. I smiled broadly reading the Imam's last message.
"Take this gift from me because I can't be at your party. But I can present your old friend's friend.Sorry yes, the gift is a little pushy. Because you have to spend more to eat them."
I shook my head slowly. The priest is still like that, he never changes. At his wedding at that time alone made a scene. He asked me to take a picture with him and the wife instead stood in the middle with her right hand hugging the wife while her left hand hugged me.
After all, what he did made a scene all the invited guests and also his friends and family. I who did not realize his behavior just stared confused with the cheers of the guests who are mostly young people.
I wear a shirt with a juba on the front. Inside is only you can see that I wear. Of course I don't feel his embrace just stuck to my tile.
I who was then coming with Hanto glared in shock when I saw the results of the photos that Hanto had taken. My face may have turned red, it's worth everyone staring and laughing. As for the Imam, he was indifferent as if he had never done anything.
"Goodoo, Mama." I said softly even though I knew he would never hear me. Yes, since a few months after marriage. Himself migrated to the land of birth very wife. It was hard for him to play like he used to.
