WORRIED

DUSTA (what's wrong?)

Today is my farewell day at high school. The release event was held at a 5-star hotel in Bandung. I've dressed up wearing a pink kebaya combined with a batik patterned skirt .Simple kebaya models are very suitable attached to my body that is not too high. I helped my mom to put on makeup. Just simple and natural makeup. With a pink lipstick polish in line with my kebayaku.Rambut me with a little accessories clasp that has been installed mamah.

I pegged in front of the dresser in my room, I was shocked by the change in me. I'm so pretty wearing this kebaya.

" you're so beautiful megan, why don't you dress up like this every day" mamah praised my appearance.

" who used to dong mamahnya, but there is no way also mah I have to wear kebaya like this every day" I smiled sweetly towards mamah.

" yuk megan left for the afternoon, dad was waiting for you in front" mamah gave me wedges slippers to wear.

"yes I'm waiting in front, I'm going to grab my bag first" .

I took the phone out of my pocket, took a selfie and a full body through the makeup mirror in my room. Very rarely do I give like a feminine woman, even counting with fingers. I captured some of these important moments.

I rushed out of the house, father and mamah were waiting in my car wearing matching batik with my skirt and mamah skirt. Mamah also wore a kebaya in line with my kebayak. I put my sandals in my hand. Wear it when you are in the car.

" if you can't use sandals just change megan" my dad looked at me who looked uncomfortable.

" it's okay well, just a moment and again for a moment like this I have to force wearing it" I smiled looking at dad.

Today I can make a little peace with my father, because I want to come to the school release. Moreover, the father is willing to bring his car for this event, rarely will you drive a car if you come home. Dad looked dashing with batik and his black pants, combined with the leather shoes he was wearing.

Drrrrt

drrrrt

I took my hape in the bag, Raka called me.

" assalamualaikum" Raka said hello

"waalaikumsalam" I answered

"are you leaving, baby?" asked Raka softly

" it's been on the road, so you came?" much

" is there your father?" asked Raka curiously.

"dad, are you coming?" I asked once again

" yes, I'll come, I'll get ready first" Raka looked at the suit she had in her closet, confused as to what she should be wearing right now.

" yes I took a shower" I hung up the phone.

We got to the hotel, Dad parked his car. I got out of the car to welcome my father's hand. I held my father's hand strong . Mama who felt beside my father smiled at my behavior.

"maybe forever you can be this warm with your father" said the mother.

The person who was in the crowd, looked at me with a strange look. They watched me from head to toe

" m I ugly, huh? why are they looking at me like that?"I allowed my neat skirt and kebayak.

" that's because you make pangling, you're beautiful" mamah teases me

" megan "

When my 2 classmates came to me, they were Hanum and Lidya. They hugged me tightly.

" geez you are so beautiful" Hanum did not blink her eyes at me .

" just megan you're so beautiful, pangling loh me" Lidya chimed in.

" you are also very beautiful today, where are your parents. ?" much

" mah, mamah same father enter first, I want to greet friends first yes mah before the show starts" I stood outside the ballroom with my friend.

" well mommy, you go in first" Mom and Dad go into the ballroom and leave us outside.

" megan with horror you already have a boyfriend, did she come today?" ask hanum

(smirk)

" know where?" ketuaku

" it's a school, who is it?" Lidya blinked one eye.

" kepo ah" I smiled satisfiedly at them

"you're not so good" Hanum blurted his lips.

It was getting late, after greeting another friend we entered the ballroom . The event began, starting with a traditional ceremony, then some welcome from the school. Suddenly my hole sounded.

" yes Raka" asked me to answer his call.

" honey I'm at the door of the hotel ballroom, can you come out. "Sounds faint Raka's voice behind the phone.

" well you wait there" I close the call, keep my wine in the bag.

" mah I go out first, there is Raka in front" I asked Mamah for permission.

" yes, don't be there long"

I walk towards the ballroom door . There seemed to be a man wearing a black suit and pants, he turned his back on me. I came over and patted his shoulder. The man turned to look at me.

" megan" Raka was so surprised to see me. His eyes did not wink, his mouth was gaping. Raka was fascinated to see my appearance. I am also fascinated by his appearance. He looks so handsome dressed like that.

"alum laler entered" I closed Raka's mouth from earlier kept gaping.

"sad you're so pretty" Raka handed me a white rose bucket.

" happy gradution dear" Raka smiled at me, I grabbed the flower bucket. Smelling the fragrant fragrance of the flower.

"love, let's go in" Raka followed me from behind, the people who saw Raka coming incessantly stared at Raka. Let alone the girls, looking at him with a look of admiration .

Raka cheered on my parents.

" good afternoon aunt om" Raka smiled .

"are you megan's boyfriend?" ask dad .

"iya om" replied Raka kindly.

" sit Raka" Mamah told Raka to sit down.

Raka was sitting next to my chair.She kept staring at me. His eyes just kept on me.

"your eyes will come out if you don't blink like that" Raka turned her face to the ballroom stage I smiled to see her .

" you're so pretty you know, lucky for me" Raka took my hand, but I brushed it off, remembering that my parents were still beside me.

"thank you for the compliment, just realized I was beautiful" I turned towards Raka.

"if I only realized now, where maybe from the beginning I fell in love with you"