THE SHADOW OF THE PAST

The BML Part 10

#Infant_Masa_Lalu_10

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I woke up to the sound of the singing of birds belonging to Wawan mas, it has become my habit to mark the dawn time with this. Because after hearing the Adhan will certainly be heard the sound of mutual interlocking.

I still smell the scent of the body mas Firman, apparently I did not take off this jacket from last night. I grabbed my phone, no word from Rangga yet and it's still the same as last night.

"Honey I missed the plane, just got another ticket later at 1 pm" a message I received at half-time 9 am.

He's not usually like that, my heart ripples.

I called him but he didn't pick him up.

My estimate is that Rangga flew at 1 o'clock. Until about 3 o'clock. My mom at 10 has landed.

I immediately ran looking for Wawan mas in the back garden.

"Please go to the airport to pick up the Rangga family" I asked.

"Oh yes mba, I changed clothes first" Wawan mas moved into his room. And come out again with his checkered shirt.

"This is the key to Rangga's apartment, ntar direct ajha bring it there first". I said while giving Rangga apartment keys. Mas wawan hastened past from before me.

"City .. Nini" pangilku as he walked towards the kitchen. I saw a lot of cooked food. Wawan invited some of his neighbors to come to help.

"Yes mba" said Nini from the kitchen

"Ntar was partly brought to Rangga ya's place" I explained while pointing at the food on the table. Nini understood.

I called my mom, asking where I was. I'm expecting another 3 hours to arrive.

"Mba brought to Rangga mas already separated" Asri pointed to decorated boxes in the middle room which became shipping tomorrow.

"Thank you "I said. Asri passed up to the top floor, seeming to be checking the room for my family.

I saw my phone, no more news from Rangga.

At 10:30 I managed to contact Mama Rangga, I said that Rangga missed the plane.

Mama also told me from last night can not contact Rangga.

"There will be Wawan mas, who picked up at the airport" I explained later.

I sent my mom's contacts to Wawan.

Rangga Rangga, my arms clenched in anxiety. An hour passed and there was no news from him.

"Assalamualaikum" said Rangga when I picked up the phone from him. I will answer his greetings immediately.

I diluted it with a lot of questions. He only replied to the story when it arrived.

What do I think, but I'm back preoccupied with preparing for tomorrow's event.

Everything arrived at the time I expected. I took care of everything myself without Rangga.

Everything outside of planning.

I saw it was 4 pm, there was a message from Rangga 1 hour ago. I just opened it.

"It's a shame that I'll be there soon" Rangga said as I called her.

Not how long Rangga's car has been in front of the house. I immediately welcomed him.

"Honey for the shipment later just in the car it does not need to be taken down, if not enough carry mine, let Ibram mas who brought it" I said when Rangga out of his car.

"You sick?" I asked to see her pale face. I hold his face not hot.

"Ga honey is just tired" she replied, grabbing my hand and kissing it.

But Rangga looks different than usual.

"Have come?" Ask then I nodded.

"Kak Rangga.". "sounding loud bangilan from inside the house. Armand ran over to Rangga.

"Hey..." Welcome Rangga trying to cheerfully welcome my little man. Rangga hugged Armand warmly. Then

he came in to meet my other family.

Thank God everything went well, then preparing for our wedding at the end of next month. Throughout the show I kept watching my future husband.

He looks handsome with batik patterned green with black base color.

The color is very compatible with the white skin.

But I kept reading there was something different even though he always looked like he had a smile on his handsome face throughout the show.

A few days after the event we were still busy with family. Until they all returned home, I and Rangga just had time together.

Tonight I am still busy helping him clean and tidy up his dwelling.

Rangga threw his body onto the sofa, he looked very tired. I had a cup of coffee on the table, he woke up and I sat next to him.

He turned back his body, put his head on my lap. His eyes closed, I gently rubbed the head of my future husband. With my left hand. Rangga clutched tightly onto my other hand.

Maybe because we are just as tired. Kamisun.

I woke up when my feet were tingling. The ring woke up.

"Sorry dear" he said later.

I saw the clock on my phone screen was 1 p.m.

"I'm glad I came home first" I asked

Rangga saw the clock on my phone.

"I delivered ya" he said later. "Or nginep here ajha you're in the room, I'm here".

Drowsiness still ambushed me, I also agreed and moved to the room.

"Good sleep dear" said Rangga from outside.

I went back to sleep.

I prepared toast that morning for breakfast. And then I said goodbye because I also had to get ready for the office again.

"Not to be delivered" my barrel, Rangga just cuddled and kissed my forehead later.

"By my dear, is it mandikah?" Enter WA from Rangga.

Rangga immediately called me after the message was read.

The morning commbalan became my encouragement to start the day.

We are about to enter a new phase in life. A wedding. This feeling also boils down to the figure who always accompanied this diving, who accepted this self as it is. Accepting the darkness of my past. That handsome guy loves me so much. So is this self, even though the shadow of the mass then comes back and tries to shake this heart.

Seriate