The Marriage Order

S2 Wedding Dresses

Two days later ....

At 17:00

I walked out to the parking lot. Reynand was waiting in his car. It seems like he won't just give up. This afternoon, she even took me to a boutique to choose a wedding dress.

I opened the car door and sat next to the steering wheel. Put on a seat belt and sit back. The man looked at me with a smile. I just kept quiet and looked to the left of the window.

The car was running at a moderate speed. All the way there was traffic everywhere. So dense creeping.

"Sher, speak. Don't shut up" he said.

"Speak what? I talked a lot last night and you didn't listen to my request" I replied.

"Whatever your request may be, but not that one. I'm not gonna let you go."

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. It was in vain that my energy was to continue begging him. He still remains stubborn.

"Whatever."

"What do you plan to do if I let you go? You're going back to Baruna?" ask Reynand.

"It just wants to die" I replied.

"You are young. Your life path is long. We can build a happy home together. I'll me–." The words stopped. I cut Reynand's words quickly.

"You won't understand" I replied.

Reynand did not ask again. He kept quiet and focused on driving. I also just stared straight ahead. Soon we arrived at Far & Nay's Boutique.

The boutique looks spacious with several mannequin statues in the dress of the mainstay bride decorating it. I spread my eyes across the room. This boutique is similar to where I and Baruna chose the wedding dress first, but the conditions are different now. Another man came with me.

A man approached us. He said, "Rey, how are you?"

"Gue's good. Far, it's getting more fertile, lo."

"Ha-ha-ha. Lo how are you?"

"Good dong. Who the hell is it, Rey?" The man called "Far" glanced at me.

"Oh yeah, I don't know it yet, yeah. That's Sheryl. My wife-to-be. Well Sher, he's Farhan. Fashion and dress designers in this boutique. One of my friends at school first." Reynand introduced Farhan to me.

"Sheryl," I said, introducing myself.

"Farhan," he said. He then glanced at Reynand and whispered in a voice that was still heard by me, "Where did you meet him? Sauce it."

"Ish, kepo," he said. Reynand then turned to look at me while saying, "You can take a look. If anything is right, just choose."

"Rey, you why tell the bini lo candidates to vote. Here I give you free plans." Farhan invited us to sit at his desk.

"Gue wants a good one too, but we're getting married in less than two weeks. Where's hunting?"

"Less than two weeks? What's so cool, Rey?" asked Farhan in surprise. Not long after that squinting his eyes at us with a suspicious face, "Lo's already mourning first, huh?"

I took another breath. Closing his eyes. I want to get out of this place quickly. Our wedding plans were in a hurry.

"No, Far. I want to get married. Afraid he might wake up," he laughed.

"Oh .... I can make dresses and clothes for both of you in a week, but different prices. Design is no problem. Consider it a gift to you."

"can you?"

"Can dong. Farhan, that's."

The man began to doodle the design of the dress on his paper. Me and Reynand saw his hands so devious. Every now and then ask us what we want and I just answer it's up to him. Making Farhan's forehead slightly wrinkled. Then he stood up.

"stand! I want to measure your body" he said.

We both stood by his orders. Then he started measuring and taking notes on our body size in his book.

"Out of town. I'm home tomorrow too. Wh why? Kangen?"

"No. I haven't seen it for a long time."

"Where do you want to see? You never come here. My sister is also busy" Farhan replied as he continued to measure the bodies of both of us.

"Yes, anyway."

"I'll send the contact, huh. You want a consul, huh?"

"Ha-ha-ha. Who knows what it takes" Reynand said.

Ten minutes later, Farhan finished measuring our bodies. We also went home. He took me in the car.

"Silent from earlier. Not good with my friend, Sher," she protested.

I breathe out no matter. He started driving his car fast. Looks like he's angry. Again, I don't care.

"A human or a statue, which I've been carrying since?" satirize with a loud voice.

I didn't answer. Then deliberately turned his face away. Don't wanna see it. Reynand pulled over his vehicle on a deserted road.

He turned his body and looked at me. His face looks so fat. Then smile grinning.

"Good, very clever of you, Sheryl. You've driven me almost crazy." His outstretched hand touched both of my shoulders and pulled him until our faces met so close.

"What?" my question doesn't care.

"What if I kiss you?"

"Just do! You bought me in a sneaky way, didn't you?"

"God! Is that how you think of me?!" the screams almost screamed. He hit the steering wheel pissed.

I can't hold back anymore. My emotions are overflowing. Not anger, but sobs that come out.

I can't take it anymore. It's only been three days and I can't stand it.

"Cry! Baruna doesn't care about you. Where, isn't he calling you?"

I'm shaking. Feel the sadness back with tears that continue to come out with a rush.

The man snarled. Look out the window. The night view is dark and illuminated only by street lights. I wiped my tears. Still crying a mouthful.

Reynand stepped on the gas again. Drive the vehicle at medium speed. I was constantly sobbing beside him. He didn't look at me at all.

Twenty minutes later, his car arrived in my yard. I opened the car door without saying anything to her and passed away leaving the man.

My steps stopped, Reynand hugged me from behind. He held his chin up on my shoulder.

What else does he want?

The man whispered, "Thank you for today. I'm very happy. Sorry to make you cry."

I didn't answer. Letting silence decorate his actions. Whatever it wants to be like. He twisted my body, making my face clearly visible under sufficient illumination.

"I love you, Sher. Give me a chance to pour out my love for you."

"No" I answered.

His face was stiff, angry. He began to step forward forcing me to step back to the boundary of the patio wall. The man looked at me and locked me in his power. His face began to approach, then landed his lips on mine forcefully, so roughly. Scooping the air around to push my mouth, wanting to venture inside.

I came back crying. Not want. Not willingly. Not everything. He's a real bitch. Knowing rejected, he stopped his action. Then kissed my forehead many times.

"sorry. I was so angry and unconscious that I hurt you" he said with a sorry face.