Trapped in the Love of the Past
Trapped in the Love of the Past
The time showed at 10:00 when I walked over to the boutique yard of Mbak Astri. I want to solve my curiosity about Salma. The woman that Madam Astri and Mas Kamal mentioned when I tried on the wedding dress last night.
The open letter hung at the entrance.
I slowly opened the door made of glass.
"Welcome to The Gown, please have something we can help you with,"
A friendly greeting from a receptionist greeted me.
"Sorry Mommy, can I see Madam Astri?"
My toot.
"Have you promised before?"
"Not yet."
"Okay, please wait a minute I'll call. Sorry about whose mom?"
Ask.
"Calilla."
"Good."
The beautiful receptionist nodded then stepped into the inside of the boutique. I headed to the sofa in the boutique lobby and sat on the black sofa.
Mom Astri was in the lobby.
"Lho Kalila, alone?"
Ask a little surprised.
"Yes, Mother."
I nodded at his words.
"Is there anything you can help?"
"Yes Ma'am, there's something I want to ask Mbak Astri, about-Salma."
Reply carefully.
"Sal-ma?"
The woman stammered, as if she could not believe what I just said.
I nodded slowly.
"Come to the room."
The salon owner took my hand to her office.
"Sit down first."
He invited me to sit on the small sofa in his room.
Madam Astri took out a glass of mineral water then thrust towards me.
"Favor Ma'am."
Nug at me.
I sipped the mineral water, then placed it on the table in front of me.
"When I tried on the wedding dress yesterday, I overheard Madam Astri talking to Mas Kamal. And called Salma. If I don't guess wrong, it looks like the woman named Salma is a very meaningful person in Mas Kamal's life."
Madam Astri let out a long breath.
"Who's Salma Ma'am?"
I said with a slight pressure.
"He-his first-love Kamal. But that was Kalila's past. No need to talk about it anymore."
The deg!
Instantly there is pain infiltrating the heart.
Heavy I swallowed saliva.
"No need to talk about it anymore."
Madam Astri clasped both of my hands when she realized something was dripping from my eyes.
"No matter Ma'am, I just want to convince myself, that the marriage with Mas Kamal is no longer overshadowed by someone in the past."
I said as I wiped away the tears.
"Please tell me more about them. Plis-"
I clenched my hands between us.
Madam Astri let out a long breath.
"At college, Kamal and Salma's love story was the most romantic story on our campus. Kamal is a poor student who nyambi as a masji d. Salma is a rich girl, and very smart. They fell in love with each other. Kamal promised Salma that he would marry her after graduation. But fate says otherwise, they are forced to separate, because Kamal is tied to S2 and S3 scholarships in Japan. At that time Kamal actually wanted to bring Salma to Japan, but Salma refused. He did not want to leave his own father in Surabaya. Since then their relationship has ended."
Astri stopped for a moment. Sipping drinking water from the glass he had been holding.
"When in Japan, Kamal was married to a woman. But the marriage did not last long, only about a year. Because their households are still overshadowed by Salma. Kamal could not completely forget Salma. Meanwhile, Salma, also married to Rizal and had a son. At the reunion, Kamal returned to Indonesia. She tells Salma that Kamal still has the same feelings for her. But Salma refused, because she was already the wife of people. Kamal and Salma never met. But yesterday Kamal said he met Salma in the mosque."
Scratch a glass of mineral water on the table, then sip it.
"I heard Salma's husband is dead?"
My toot.
Madam Astri nodded.
"Two weeks ago, Rizal's husband Salma died while running Umrah."
Heavy I swallowed saliva. Imagine the loss that a Salma feels.
"You don't have to think strangely, people want marriage is a lot of temptation."
Madam Astri clasped both my hands tightly back. Calm the heart a little disturbed by the story of Mas Kamal's past.
What if until now Mas Kamal could not let go of the shadow of his past about Salma, just like his previous marriage. Is it possible that Mas Kamal can love me completely if his heart is still not free from Salma.
"I said yes, Ma'am. Thanks for the story."
I say goodbye.
"Please don't tell Kamal if I tell him all this, yeah, I'm afraid he's angry."
Pinta the short-haired woman.
"Yes, Mother."
After saying goodbye, I hurried to leave the shop. My move is not excited. Walk the street in front of the store. My mind was filled with fear of the shadow of that woman. Feelings of doubt flashed in the mind. Whether to continue this marriage or just give up. Mas Kamal returns to his first love.
Four days ago, if the news of the death of Salma's husband first came from my meeting with the man, surely now Mas Kamal was happy with Salma. Is Salma really the soul mate Mas Kamal. After years of never meeting, God reunited them when her husband was gone.
Ah, Achaghfirullah!
Forgive me, O God, who has been carried away by Satan, as if I knew the fate that prevailed.
The sun is not I guess. I was still walking down the sidewalk that lay along the street at the location where the boutique Madam Astri was. My heart was troubled thinking about the fate of my marriage which would last another two months.
Suddenly my phone rang. Kurogoh my bag and took the black thing out of the bag.
Nisa QA's name is on the screen.
Nisa's?
What's he calling me?
Oh my God, what else is this?
[Assalamualaikum Yes.]
I started that long distance conversation.
[Waalaikumsalam, Kalila you how are you?]
Nisa asked on the other end of my phone.
[Alhamdulillah good Nis, how are you?]
[I'm good Lila, what about my question yesterday]
[Which question?]
I pretend I don't know. Though I know very well he will ask Azzam taaruf proposal.
[Proposal taaruf Mas Azzam Lil, plis I beg Lil.please consider. I know you must know my condition. Poor Mas Azzam, I'm sure you still have feelings for him Lil.]
[Sorry Nis I can't. 2 more months I'm getting married]
My word. I don't know why that sound sounds a little dull, even by myself.
[Haw? Bad Ish don't tell me, which person?who?]
Nisa Cecar.
[Later if it's been deket h day must be told, the same person here his name is Kamal]
My answer is not excited.
[You sick Lil?how can I not get that spirit?]
Ah, Nisa always knows when I'm tired of thinking about things.
[No, it's okay. Um.I'm again on this road, later we connect again yes]
[Yes, Assalamualaikum. Greetings to my Mother Lil]
[Waalaikumsalam, ready]
Foetop...
I put my flat phone back in my bag.
Then walk down the sidewalk to the bus stop.
My steps came to a halt when I saw a man coming out of the toy store across the street. The man was carrying a large car.
Kamal?
What the hell is he doing there?
