The Thorn in the Family
Wedding Preparation
“Is there anything you want to tell Tar?”
“I don't think there is Mas”
“Well then let me deliver. I got a message from my mom this morning. He asked us to choose a dress. How about today we finish it all?”
Degs...
Akad clothes.
Dari quickly turned to her future husband. He held his rumbling chest. He didn't
thought it would get to this point. Even though getting married twice is not part of his goals. But at least this relationship brings much more happiness to his life in the future.
“Good Mas”
“Then we pick up Mom first ya”
The car drove back slowly. Turn towards the house of Rama's parents. It
also, you want to see the wedding preparations that have just counted the days. The man left everything to his parents. Let this be a surprise for both of you later.
“We go to Mom's subscription boutique yes son, later you two can choose clothes that suit your taste”
“New clothes? I want to granny too. Can ya?” Risma looked up at her grandmother who was already sitting next to her.
“Of course. Princes will be made special clothes”
Because the wedding preparation is done in a fast and short time as requested from the Rama family. Then there is no other choice but to choose the finished clothes.
Rama and Tari began to choose a collection of wedding clothes for the contract that was there. He was looking for clothes that matched his posture. While Ms Rahma accompanied Risma to choose a dress she liked. Dance options, falling on the modern kebaya white color with the bottom dangling down and there are some sequins sprinkling on the side.
Dance assisted boutique employees immediately do fittings in the dressing room. He tried
the kebaya he chose. In addition to wearing the danger, the employee also helps to wear his hijab. Undeniably throughout this process Dance is so shaky, this is even more thrilling than the previous marriage. Maybe because he was involved in preparing everything.
“How is Mas?”
Rama was speechless when he saw the Dance that had just come out of the Fitting rung. His eyes stared fixedly at the future wife who was in front of him. He didn't even blink at all. His lips gawk at the sightings.
“Kok Daddy just shut up in ask Mommy?”
One sentence that came out of Risma's lips made Rama quickly shake his head
slowly. He even just realized that he had been enchanted with the charm that exists in Dance.
“It was asked the same Mother. Beautiful mother is not?”
Risma chose to sway by holding the kebaya Tari dangling on the floor.
“Beauty. Beautiful once even”
“I think the angel is getting a new task at the moment from the power”
“Hah?What mas?”
“Searching for one of his heirs who came down to earth to marry ku”
Rama's words invite laughter from boutique employees and also his mother.
“Mas”
Dance has no power to withstand her embarrassment. He even chose to cover his face
by hand.
“So how to wear white or green?”
“White only, I think it is more suitable for akad looks sacred and you are very beautiful”
“I'm beautiful not Dad? See my clothes are also the same color as having Bunda”
“You are also beautiful, very beautiful you are both beautiful”
“Lantas Mom how?”
“Mother is also beautiful. These three women in front of me are beautiful all”
Rama took a long breath. He almost forgot there were three important women in his life. They should be treated fairly with each other. Fair in the sense that it does not have to be the same but it must be in accordance with the portion of both affection and others.
“After this you can't meet first huh. Risma's business let Mother manage. In order to
Dari and Randi nodded their heads obediently. It was hard for Rama
not to meet with dance. In recent months he has been used to meeting his future wife.
“For Risma school, later Mom will send chauffeur”
*****
Surabayan.
It was already night, even the sparkling star began to appear to be shining in the sky
wide stretches in space. A man walks in an indeterminate direction through the darkness of the night.
Rand.
It's true he's Randi. The man used a black t-shirt that looked shabby like some days did not replace it. He walked down the street with no clear purpose.
Roam.
Maybe that's the right word to describe his day. He went down the street, kicking every item or whatever was blocking his way. Jeremiad
holding a cigarette and a mouth that ceaselessly sipped a puff of smoke
those. Countless cigarettes were spent that night. In his mind he found no peace. His heart was torn in countless pains.
Sometimes if the streets look straight and no one, he will scream. Shouting calling
his ex-wife's name. I wish God would bring that woman back in her life. He vented all the annoyance that hit his body by kicking things that exist.
The night was getting late, but the memories in his head were getting lively. Dancing with
a million charms without permission.
“Arhhh”
Randi held his head which felt heavy. If he is able, he wants to get out
the memory card in his brain then refreshes until all old memories can be formatted all. Unfortunately, his brain cannot be like that. He must be tormented in deep memories.
He stopped at one of the taverns he went to. Buying a can of fizzy drink and tempering it slowly kills the thirst in his whacky thirst.
He then returned to walk through the darkness of the night sipping a puff of cigarettes and chugging the soft drinks alternately. Randi is a good man, even if he is in trouble like this, he still tries not to touch alcoholic beverages.
“Hah, why it's over!”
His his hiss softly. then shook the batten slowly.His eyes with difficulty researching the contents in there.
“Hah,! It's over. Why are you so quick to end. You don't change the dance that just
can accompany you for a while and then run out of nothing”
He monologues with himself. The heartache that afflicted him often connected everything with his ex-wife.
Grocery...
He simply threw the drink in his hand in all directions without paying attention
surrounding him. So Randi chose to sit on a bridge that connects two large rivers on the road.
“Aduh....” shouted a woman who found a can of used drink on her back.
when searching for food.
“Who throws me in the old nights like this? I have to make
calculation with! It's good to throw garbage carelessly like this, mana'i hit my back anyway. He has to pay dearly for this thing”
The woman quickly turned around leaving behind the food scraps that had just been found. His eyes glanced around the area.
“Heh, you threw this can?” he shouted at the figure of the man sitting on the bridge.
“If so why? What care you” shouted Randi loudly. He was still busy sipping his cigarette with his head down without intending to serve the woman in front of him.
The woman approached and was planning something, inwardly hoping that this would bring good in her life after this.
“You?”
Say both compactly.
