Trapped in the Love of the Past

Trapped in the Love of the Past

A few moments later I saw the woman passing from in front of Mas Kamal. Leaving my future husband staring at him from behind.

Heavy I gulped at the sight.

Who exactly is the hijab woman.

Ting!

My phone rang as I was about to step over to Mas Kamal.

A message notification appears on the screen.

Nisa's?

What else did he send me.

I'll read the message soon.

[Assalamualaikum Kalila, how are you?]

Apparently just asking for news.

[Waalaikumsalam, well Nis alhamdulillah. How's it going yourself?]

Type in to reply to Nisa's message.

Not long after the reply came.

[Alhamdulillah good. Kalila, please rethink that taaruf proposal yes, plis]

The deg!

What does this Nisa message mean? Why is he still bringing up the proposal taaruf Azzam at that time.

[Propo-]

"Parker...!"

I haven't been able to continue typing messages. Mas Kamal's voice calling made me have to stop the hand movement on the phone screen.

"Yes Mas.wait,"

My yelling.

I rushed out of the women's room, put on my shoes and walked over to the man.

"Sorry, have you waited a long time?"

My toot.

"Lumayan."

"The other day was praying."

"Yes yuk. Astri's been waiting in his shop."

Take Mas Kamal and open the car door for me. I don't know why I caught a changed face. Like there's a look on Mas Kamal's face. Was that woman the one who caused Mas Kamal to suddenly change?

Along the way the man beside me was more silent. Speaking as necessary. Not like before I met that woman. Kamal looked cheerful and talked to me a lot.

I want to ask who that woman is. But I don't have enough courage. Who me? Just his future wife. Who may not have been entitled to know the privacy of this man completely.

Amidst the silence created between us, my thoughts drifted back to Nisa's message. My heart was filled with questions as to why Nisa had asked me to reconsider the proposal. Hadn't he gone through that painful operation. And now he is healthy again. Can do the activity of being a wife. Although he could no longer afford to give offspring to Azzam. Looks like I should call her later to ask for an explanation.

A moment later the car stopped in front of the Astri Boutique. Mas Kamal said, this boutique is owned by his best friend since college.

The boutique looks quite elegant even though the building is not big. The big name sign "The Gown" is installed in front of the young pink building.

We entered the boutique.

"Eh Kamal came at last."

The crisp voice of a short-haired woman greeted us.

The woman nodded her head at me.

I smiled back at his head.

"Yes dong, I promised."

Answer Mas Kamal.

"Jok directly into the already prepared suit and wedding dress"

Madam Astri stepped foot into the inside of the boutique. We followed from behind. Inside the boutique is full of mannequins and ladies clad in wedding dresses. From modern to classic dresses, plain white to colorful, international and Islamic. The dresses are so elegant and look expensive. On the walls of the boutique are some photos of Astri with his clients. Also the certificates he earned as a young designer.

Madam Astri stopped at a mannequin wearing a white wedding dress with a matching hijab. The dress was filled with sequins and beautiful beads. The fabric looks smooth, it looks like it's from silk.

"This is the dress Kamal has prepared for you."

Said Mbak Astri while stroking the clothes of his plan.

"God's Masya..It's so pretty, Mom."

My words sparkle. I looked at Mas Kamal. He blinked his eyes at me while smiling happily.

"Try it in the fitting room first."

Mother Astri said. His hand deftly removed the shirt from the mannequin then handed it to me.

"I'll try it first, will you?"

My eyes are blissfully happy.

Thank you God.

"Yes, I'm waiting. You must look pretty in that dress, Kalila."

I smiled at my future husband. Then rushed into the fitting room.

I stared at the wedding dress in the full grip of the day. I don't feel a lot of light dripping from my eyes. My heart was filled with deep gratitude. I was finally at this point. One more step I will be a wife, one of the biggest dreams of women.

I slowly put on the white dress. Carefully I put the zipper on. This shirt is so soft. Mas Kamal must have spent quite a lot of money on this dress.

"Mal, have you heard from Salma?"

I heard the voice of Madam Astri speaking to Mas Kamal. The sound was quiet, but I could still listen from behind this fitting room.

"It's Tri."

Mas Kamal replied no less slowly.

"Salma's great love, Reza's little one has been left by her father forever."

For a few minutes I didn't hear their conversation anymore. Maybe they make their voice worse, or there is no more conversation.

"Have you met Salma?"

Ask Ma'am Astri. Apparently their conversation continues. I put on a good ear. Want to know what they're talking about.

"Here, I accidentally met at Masjid Al Falah."

Alfalah Mosque?

Isn't that the mosque we stopped at during the magrib prayer?

Is the woman who was talking to Mas Kamal Salma?

Who's Salma?

I have to stay here so I can hear their conversation. Astri and Mas Kamal would not have thought that I could hear their conversation.

"Trus?"

"He's my past Astri, there's nothing between us."

"It wasn't that you went back to Indonesia for Salma."

Mother Astri said.

"That's already passed Tri."

"Yes, I'm sorry to see Salma. I thought yesterday you were wearing that wedding dress for Salma you know."

The deg!

My heart churned when I heard the words of this boutique owner woman.

Did Kamal come back to Indonesia for Salma?

And Madam Astri thought Mas Kamal would marry Salma?

Does that mean they have a very special relationship?

My eyes are heating up. I was holding the wedding dress I was wearing. My heart beats unbecoming. Shortness of running the whole body. My bones feel loose. I leaned this body against the wall of the fitting room. I take a deep breath. And breathe out slowly. Trying to neutralize the feeling that just slashed. I guess the tears that didn't feel fell on my cheek. Before I step out, I put on a sweet face. Don't forget my smile as if nothing happened.

I saw Mas Kamal staring at me.

"Well, that's pretty Kalila. If dandanin must be this perfect."

Madam Astri clapped her hand once. Then it moved around my body wrapped in a bridal suit.

"It's a fitting."

Happy words.

"Where is Kamal, your beautiful future wife."

The woman blinked her eyes at Mas Kamal.

The man smiled.

"Surely, Kamal's wife-to-be is Tri."

I tried to smile at both.

"Oh yes, yes, I got out again. My head suddenly got dizzy."

I hold my head to cover up the lies. Forced.

"Lho Kamal khan hasn't tried Lil's suit yet."

"No papa, I'll be here again tomorrow."

Mas Kamal said with a worried face.

"The splinter is removed, so that it can be rested immediately."

Tell the man.

I nodded in agreement. A moment later we said goodbye to Madam Astri.

On the way home, I closed my eyes. I was lucky to pretend to have a headache. So Mas Kamal did not wonder why I was silent.

Tomorrow I have to see Madam Astri. I want to know who Salma is.