Trapped in the Love of the Past
Trapped in the Love of the Past
I hid behind a tree next to the stop. I looked at the man from far away. He looks like his smile is broken. I saw a little boy coming down from the car approaching Mas Kamal. Mas Kamal crouched down, so that his body was level with the boy. From his height, I estimate the age of the child is about 5-6 years.
Who her?
To my knowledge, all of Mas Kamal's nephews do not live in this city.
I saw Mas Kamal stroking the boy's head, it seemed that Mas Kamal was very dear to him.
I took out my phone, I wanted to test Mas Kamal's honesty.
[Assalamualaikum, where else is Mas?]
I sent that message to her HP number.
Not long after I saw the man reach into his pocket, grab his phone. Then type something.
[Against BabyQueen, what's up?]
Ahhe..
I am so glad I read the message. Kamal was an honest man.
[Nothing, want to know]
[When is the same as the future husband?:)]
Reply again, make this heart blush.
[Ish, very GR]
I sent that message and smiled.
Then put the phone back in the bag.
Maybe the boy was his friend's son.
I don't think the bus I'm going to be on is near the stop. I hurried up into it, to go home.
***
"How was the wedding dress yesterday, good?"
Ask my mother to come to me who is in the middle room.
"Good Mom."
Answer's short.
"Cock like not that spirit he replied Nduk?"
I took a deep breath. Lean on the shoulder of the old woman who is now beside me.
"Kalila is confused, ma'am."
I'm lirih.
"Why you're confused, 2 months from the wedding."
Quiescent. I didn't answer Mom's question. Just shuffling tightened my grip onto mom's arm.
"Istikharoh Nduk, mumpung has not far preparation. Ask for guidance from God. Whatever destiny may be, it is best for us according to the Gusti of God."
Said wise mother.
"Mother and Father will always accept whatever God's decision." He said, stroking my head with affection. Then leave me alone.
I don't know why that woman's face keeps shadowing my mind. The meeting of Salma and Mas Kamal made me gamang this marriage.
Make yourself think again, whether Mas Kamal proposed because he really loves me or just a mere escape.
Remembering our introduction was so short. Is it true that in such a short time Mas Kamal could fall in love with me, thus asking me to be his wife. Or this is just a manifestation of the surrender statement, because Salma is not owned by him. So he decided to find a woman to replace Salma in his life. My dream marriage is a marriage based on loving each other, with no shadow of the past. Like the thing I am today that has forgotten Azzam from my life.
I moved from the middle room. Heading to the back of the house. Taking ablution then hurrying to perform Isya prayers. And I connect with Istikharoh prayers. Hoping for a clue about the fate of the marriage that I will run with the man from the north coast of East Java. If indeed that man is the best priest God has chosen for me, I ask that everything be done. However, if the man is not the best according to God, this self sincerely becomes single again at this three-headed age.
***
"Are you ready?"
Mas Kamal asked on the porch of my house. Today we are planning to conduct a catering survey for our wedding.
"It's already."
My answer is smile.
At this time I have been excited again, eliminating jealousy and excessive worry about the woman of Mas Kamal's past. Trying to restore optimism back to Mas Kamal. That the man had forgotten Salma. And indeed he proposed to me for loving me as his future wife.
"Have been noted khan list catering to be surveyed?"
"It's already."
Nug at me.
"Then we leave now."
We stepped towards Mas Kamal's car parked in the yard.
A moment later, the iron horse had sped through the hot streets of Surabaya.
The first catering service we went to was a recommendation from Mom. There we see the food menu offered complete with the price. Then taste some of the menu that has been served. But we are less so with the catering. It does not fit well on Mas Kamal's tongue. Of course it will not match the taste of my future husband's family.
We went on to the second catering service. Recommendation Kalina, my coworker.
Just like when we were in the first place. There we were hosted some menus by the catering owners. It feels right on both of our tongues, but in terms of price it feels too over budget. So we have to continue the survey journey to the third catering.
"Capek is also Mas, even though it's just a catering survey."
I complained while leaning on the body in Mas Kamal's car seat.
"The spirit of dong, khan this is for our happy day."
His smile excited me.
"This is not how much you know compared to being tired of being a wife and mother."
I'm staring. He smiled at her who was sitting behind the wheel.
Happiness strikes when you hear his words. It's a beautiful way to be a wife and mother of cute kids.
We didn't get to the third catering. Recommendation Mas Daniel, lecturer Mas Kamal. He said that in addition to taste good, the price is also affordable and the service is satisfactory.
"Assalamualaik."
I knocked on the door of the catering house.
In front of the house was a plaque
'Al FARISY CATERING'
"Waaikumsalam, wait a minute!"
The sound of footsteps stepped towards the front room.
"I'm sorry we wanted to ask you about the survey for the wedding."
I told the woman who was about 23 years old.
"Oh yes please Ma'am, monggo go in
in."
"Thank you Ma'am."
Mas Kamal and I stepped into the 45-type house.
The catering house is very clean and tidy.
"Monggo please here's the menu and price list."
The woman told us.
Mas Kamal and I opened the laminated menu book. Read the menu and see the price.
"Sorry to know when?"
"2 months away, ma'am."
My answer.
"Oh yes well Ma'am, please see first. I stay back, grab a tester, we happen to have a catering order for the seminar."
Pamphitt.
Me and Mas Kamal nodded.
A moment later, the woman had already come carrying some dishes of the food menu. I saw many kinds of fried sambel served ati potatoes, fried chicken, cap jae and chicken satay.
We started to taste the food one by one.
And I think the cooking is really good. In terms of price, we still enter our budget.
"Okay Ma'am, I'm a message for 100 guests."
I said to the woman.
"Yes Ma'am, I'll call Mom a minute. Orderan is usually direct with my boss."
The answer.
The woman then left us who returned to focus on opening the menu book. The woman stepped into the catering house to call her boss.
Before long the woman came back to see us with a beautiful woman with a beautiful dynamic.
"Pig-tom"
Said the woman in a surprised tone.
