The Love That Is Taken

Rosa's Wedding

Finally the long-awaited day arrived. Theresa looked at herself in front of the large mirror inside her bedroom. Pink channel dress with matching colored brocade decoration looks so fitting on her slim and beautifully notched body. The luxurious-looking dress was slightly above the knee and revealed a pair of flawless white straight legs. Her face was so beautiful. Her lips were polished lipstick pink like the dress she wore.

“You are very beautiful, dear,” praise the husband to see the appearance of his wife who is always special every attending important events. Theresa looked at her husband with astonishment.

“Kok don't wear suits, Mas?” he asked when he saw Jonathan only wearing a navy blue shirt with abstract motifs in tune and black cloth trousers.

“Bu Rosa said no need to be too official because the show is just simple.”

“But you are the boss. Free time to wear shirts?”

“Papa also don't wear a suit, honey. Said he'd like to wear a twin batik with Aunt Mila.”

“Papa is no longer working. No matter what clothes you wear. You are the number one person in the company. What if later your men see you look like them? It is not clear, which are the top and subordinates.”

Jonathan took a long breath. It's his wife's unchanging, prestige-loving character. Feeling that he has to show a higher caste than others. But well, the period of the character of a person can change by one hundred percent, the inner man rather defends his wife. The important thing is that he is not jealous and degrades me anymore as he used to be.

“So you think I should wear a suit huh, sweetheart?” tanyanya asked Theresia for her opinion.

The wife hesitated. How does it seem like Mas Jon is forced to obey my will? ask in the heart. If Aunt Mila had faced something like this, what would she have done, huh?

“Where, Honey?” jonathan asked again, waiting for certainty. His interlocutor turned into a stunt and finally asked back, “Mas Jon prefers to wear this shirt?”

The one asked nodded slowly.

“Why, Mas?” tanya Teresa wanted to know.

“Yaaa.., I'm tired of looking too official. Especially every day non-stop wear a suit at the office. Saturated, Yang.”

“But if I ask Mas Jon to wear a suit today, how about?”

“Ya. I follow your advice, Yang.”

“Why is that?”

So that you do not get angry and make the atmosphere so bad, replied the husband honestly in his heart. But his tongue felt too faint to speak.

The wife was apparently lulled by the sweet words of her beloved husband. He smiled and said, “Yes is it then, Mas. Do not wear a suit if you are more comfortable with the navy blue shirt. You're cute, put that shirt on. Hehehe...”.

Jonathan smiled and thanked his wife. Unbeknownst to Theresa, her husband quietly breathed a sigh of relief and finally they managed to reach a consensus without any commotion.

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 “Who is it, Mas? Beautiful,” said Theresia was amazed to see a girl wearing a pink dress that was almost touching the floor. He was standing in front of the church entrance and welcoming the guests.

“That's Karin, Bu Rosa's nephew,” Jonathan replied flatly. He tried to hide the pounding of his chest watching the beauty and elegance that emanated from his secretary. Karin is like a princess, she said in her heart. Smart Mimin dress it up. Looks elegant. Not at all menor like Mimin's own makeup.

“Oh!” sahut Theresia brief. Suddenly an unpleasant feeling lingered in his heart. I can't believe Aunt Rosa's niece is that pretty, she thought a little jealous. During this time Mas Jon always said she was a girl whose appearance was simple with thin make-up. It's no different than the tant.

“Halo, Mr. Jon, Mr. Theresia. Thank you for your presence,” greet Karin while greeting these special guests. Jonathan smiled and accepted the girl's hand. Still as subtle as when I first knew him, the man commented inwardly. Then he became misbehaved and immediately let go of Karin's hand.

The girl who was unaware of the clumsiness of her boss immediately turned to extend her hand to Theresia who was looking at her with a sour face. For the sake of politeness, Jonathan's wife shook Karin's hand and forced her lips to smile. A moment later the tiny hand was released.

“Please fill in her guest book there, Mom,” Karin said as she signed with her hand a table containing a guest book and souvenirs guarded by two relatives of the bride.

“O yes, thank you,” replied Theresia briefly and then took her husband away from the girl. After filling out the guest book, put the envelope into the donation box, and receive the souvenir, the couple then stepped towards the family of the groom and the woman standing side by side receiving handshakes from the guests present.

Suddenly Theresa saw the figure of people she knew sitting on the row of the bench rather ahead. “Mas, isn't that Papa and Aunt Mila sitting in the third row from the front? The bakai twins paju batik, right?” he asked while pointing his index finger at the two men so that the husband could see it.

“Iya, right,” replied Jonathan sure. “We go directly there, yuk.”

His wife agreed. A few moments later they came to Simon and Mila's seat. The elderly couple looked delighted to see the presence of their son and daughter-in-law. Jonathan and Theresa sat on the bench next to them. In front of the two seemed to be seated a long black haired young lady on her back.

Soon the church bells were ringing, signifying the wedding ceremony had begun. All the guests stood up and turned their heads to welcome the arrival of the groom and bride. Jonathan who was just standing suddenly looked wide at the woman sitting in front of him also standing and facing towards him. Mimini! it's in the heart.

Mina who appeared graceful in a white sleeveless dress and natural makeup smiled broadly showing off her array of flawless white teeth. Jonathan looked at her. I dress like Karin! How can? thought astonishment. Suddenly, he realized his own stupidity. Bego really you, Jon, his mind blames itself. Kan Mimin make-up artist! Well, surely he could just want to dress up like what.

Theresia, who was standing facing back, noticed the arrival of Rosa and her husband. Thankfully she did not realize my surprise at seeing Mimin, the husband muttered inwardly. The man immediately followed his wife standing behind him welcoming the arrival of the bride-to-be who joined hands and walked slowly towards the altar. A priest in his fifties was standing in front of the altar to administer the holy sacrament of marriage.

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