When Dusk Passes

Single-minded

Citra stared at her reflection in the mirror, wearing a white kebaya bone that was very fitting wrapped her slim body, with a slender, white kebaya, natural make-up makeup coating her face and a modern bun on her head make her like a graceful royal princess.

Well, on this day the Citra wedding will take place. The wedding was originally planned by holding a large reception. At the request of Citra, the wedding took place very simply, there was no Wedding organizer who arranged, because indeed Citra had cancel the event from aunt Ica, and aunt Ica understood.

There is no buffet table that serves a variety of luxury foods, no makeup beautiful decorations. There is only a living room that is transformed into a room coated with a thick hairy carpet with white roses adorn the corners of the room, and, which indicates that soon a sacred promise will be made before God in that room.

Citra has asked her family, so that the marriage is held as simply as possible, which is only attended by the nuclear family. And neither the Citra family nor the Azka family received it without much comment.

...

Early in the morning Lira already seemed busy in her boarding house, preparing all the needs of her mother and father in a room that is no more than 3x4 meters. Lira was quite surprised by the arrival of her mother and father to attend Citra's wedding.

Because Lira never told the marriage of her adopted sister to her parents, suddenly both have arrived in the city where she pursued this career. Usut had a mouth turned out to be the image that contacted them.

" The wedding is only attended by Mak's nuclear family, do not use rame-rame." Chirpe Lira.

" Yes, yesterday it was Citra herself who called Mak to come here, her mother Citra also talked, even the same mother's ticket as the father had been booked with Citra. It's not good until we don't come."

" But why not bother first if you want to come, Lira can be ready."

"What would you like to do, after all Citra said let it be a soup what a presidential what yes, the term for the surprise is Ra."

" Mak Suprise." The lira held back the laughter.

" Now that's makud mak."

Lira was ready to go to Citra residence, wearing a satin robe combined with a sea blue borkat, she was still standing in front of the mirror, slightly tidying her hijab.

*This is the time I let you go Azka

I'm not sure I'll feel strong when I see you vowing before God for another girl later, but I'll try.

I will try to strengthen this heart, try to stay strong and smile, I have let you down. Be happy, because Citra is the right girl for you.

Let time later erode this feeling, like waves that continuously hit the rock so that eventually the rock was melted and broke leaving debris that will be carried by the current into the middle of the ocean.

Let the universe work, it knows everything better. There comes a time when I see you, this heart will beat as usual, this heart will look at you ordinary. And we'll come back like friends who have no sense of each other.

Azka, thanks for all the good things you have done for me, thanks for your deep and sincere love for me, I really do not deserve it, thank you*.

The lira breathes deeply, before leaving. My mom and dad were waiting outside. By using online taxi services, they went to Citra residence.

Arriving there, Lira immediately rushed to Citra's room, while her mother and father chatted with Citra's parents outside.

" God, Cit, you are so beautiful." Lira looked at Citra in awe while sitting on the bed. The image that was praised was only a shy smile.

While waiting for the groom to arrive, they were busy joking in the room.

...

Dressed in a milky white suit suit with Citra kebaya, Azka looks handsome and dashing. After all the members had gathered, Azka stopped playing games and joined the rest of the family.

Their car drove to the bride-to-be's residence. Azka was more silent with a gaze that was very difficult to decipher. While the mother clasped her hands tightly as if giving peace.

Six days he was hospitalized, Citra always accompanied him. On the last day before he was scheduled to go home, Citra said something that Azka thought was very strange, but at that time Azka pretended to sleep so that she could not respond to Citra's speech.

...

"Son, let's go out, the groom's here." Mama Citra poked out from behind the door when Citra and Lira were still giggling with their chatter.

Both of them immediately remained silent, Citra's face immediately looked nervous and stiffened. The image held Lira's hand tightly and gave her a code to lead her out.

The heart of the lira already does not know where, most likely the heart is not in the chest cavity anymore so strongly he beats. His sweat began to flow, his breath as if it was blocked.

Come on Lira, strong strong strong

You promised to be sincere and strong.

Lira gave a quick glance at Azka who was already sitting in front of the pak penghulu. Looks like the eyes are starting to want to betray the heart, look Lira's eyes began to water a little to hold back the crying.

Citra and Azka had been sitting side by side, Citra glanced briefly at her future husband who was ice cold. Sitting beside Azka made Citra feel like she wanted to freeze.

Pengulu smiled at the two brides.

" Before starting the procession, I would like to ask the bride and groom first. The groom is ready and willing to get married today?"

Azka nodded her mantab but still with her cold mode.

" Well, now I want to ask the bride. Ready and ready to be a wife today ?" Pak Penghulu asked warmly to Citra.

Silent moment.

Silent...

Silent...

" Woman heard me ?" Repeat pak pengulu.

"I'm not ready sir." Answer Imagery.

Seriate...

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