YOU ARE MY PRIEST
YOU ARE MY PRIEST 9
..."Let me run from the rain, and the lightning comes. I want to feel the struggle of disappointment and fear."...
...~Siti Hanum Anggraini~...
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In July, this is what the 19-year-old girl is waiting for. Just last month he graduated from school, now he's getting married after this week.
Happy to be with the rest of Hanum's house, his brother flocked to congratulate his nephew. Married young, that's what people look around. Although the age is not mature enough, at least they are always there every hard and happy.
All have been prepared, invitations, wedding tents and even dresses that will be worn this pair of satin. Although her future husband is not always in the selection of her wedding preparations.
It has been 3 months, Bagas wander to add to the cost of their marriage. However, a sense of worry and impatience soon into the day H. Hanum always reminded his candidates to go home soon, and immediately accompanied him at this preparatory event.
Drett.. Dret..
Her lips were smiling, the message on her phone screen was her future husband.
His heart was broken twice. This isn't the first time her future husband has stepped down for their wedding. But this is the third time.
Feelings of worry, disappointment and confusion. How would he explain to his mother, whereas this was many times.
His legs were heavy, his heart was beating so fast. His butt plunged beside his mother, repeatedly wetting her lips.
"Ma" whispered Haum. His eyes looked at some of the clothes his mother was holding.
"Yes, what's up, son."
The girl's eyeballs began to get wet, often her lips lubricated her lips. It was as if he was in the desert, until it pierced into his throat so dry.
"What's wrong with you, son?."
"Ma. The wedding was postponed first yes," the girl asked.
Unacceptance is seen in the eyelids of his mother, he close his lips until thinning.
"This is all my request, Hanum is not ready this week. Hanum is still worried, please understand, Ma."
She did not look at her daughter, the dress she was holding came down from her hands.
"As far as you are, son."
Although it was not a satisfactory answer for Hanum, at least he managed to lie to his mother about the delay of this wedding party.
*****
News of the girl's marriage delay became the subject of neighbor's conversation, they considered Hanum too underestimated the marriage.
"Eh, there's the latest gossip" said the woman wearing a black polka-dot.
"Oh, that's yes, that failed marriage," she wore a brown shirt.
"Eh," the woman next to him snapped, "It's not a failure, but it's a delay."
The woman who started the conversation said, "Obdom, her daughter, the widow, likes it. Strange," his eyes rolled upwards, "Don't Hanum marry the same one who has a husband, idih."
"That's probably yes, Ma'am," whispered the woman dressed in a brown shirt, "He got karma from his Father."
Women laugh at each other, what is spoken is heard in the ear of the Word. Either his heart is knocked, or what it looks like. Her tears just dripped, her heart was so sick.
He stood up from his seat, "Umi."
Umi just turned her head, "Is Hanum's marriage right on the retreat?" ask the Word of his eyes as if expecting a good answer from his umi.
"Yes." Yeah."
"Why?."
Umi sighed, "Hanum isn't ready yet, maybe that's just the reason."
Now he's the subject of conversation. Inner Word, then take a rough breath.
****
His face was drowned in the folds of his hands, his tears were flowing so profusely. What he expected, seemed to have to wait for him for many more years.
"Bagas," his inner being sliced, narrowed, "I'm too far away."
Thought the girl at this time was just the implementation of marriage, everything was ready and well arranged. Now then? What her future husband did.
Geck.. Geck.. Geck..
His face looked up, staring at the door of his room on tap. Her eyes were sluggishly exposed on her eyelids, because her tears were so heavy.
His feet stepped up from his bed, his steps were gambang as if his bones were getting softer. His hand grabbed the doorknob of his room, pressed it down and pulled it inside.
"Hanum," said the man of his age, a beautiful smile etched on his face.
Don't know why? Hanum's heart calmed down a little. He looked at the two eyeballs of the man in front of him, his feelings so missed this figure.
"Word," he whispered, what gravity is it that makes the girl's body stick to the body of the Word.
His hands were coiled around the waist of the Word, so tightly and so tightly. The man did not respond to any reply, his feeling was so painful when hugged by the woman who rejected his proposal.
"I miss you."
The two hands of the man pushed the girl slightly, "Say something to me, Hanum."
"I'am sorry, Word."
The girl's eyes glazed over, staring so closely at the Word. His lips were lined up so tightly, that he had no power to make a sound.
The man's feet stepped back, leaving the girl there. His heart seemed to be pierced by a thousand spears, he did not want the girl he had loved to cry.
His body fell on the bed ready to accommodate. The shadow of the girl he loved was visible on his eyelids, he was unable to do anything about it.
"I," her tears just dripped, "I love you so much."
His hand grabbed the drawer beside him, his tears just breaking. Some photos are neatly arranged in plastic, beautiful faces captivate the view of the Word. He really loved that girl.
Her feelings did not change, even though her girl married someone else. Why is it still intact? He doesn't understand his feelings.
At 07.00 WIB is listed on the digital alarm of a sleeping man. His hand was still clutching the photo yesterday, until he forgot to turn off his room light.
Clamps..
The middle-aged woman walked towards her son, "Son, get up."
"Hanum's coming, son."
What miracle? Word woke up and lifted his body from his bed. His eyes seemed to be instantly aware, his breathing gasping.
"Hanum? Why come here umi?."
Umi smiled, "So built did not wake up, just horrified Hanum's name immediately collected his life."
Firman scratched his temple that did not itch, since he had known the girl, his name was able to make him wake up.
"Wait in front, hurry there," said Umi, then draped the blanket worn by her son.
Her feet stepped so happily, the girl who hugged her yesterday came to her house. Don't know what to mean? But his heart felt a little anxious.
Her eyes catch two figures, Hanum is not alone she is with her future husband. His heart was narrowed by two large stones, so very sick.
"What's wrong?" Cynical speech was thrown at the lips of the Word just like that, a sharp gaze accompanied his words.
Bagas looked at Hanum gently, the girl smiled then nodded, "Gini, I'm here with Hanum, there's need to be the same with you."
Bagas hands fiddled with his little bag, "Gue hope you dateng bro," his hand stuck out a gold-themed invitation.
Word breathed in violently, his hand reaching for the invitation, "Alright, I'm coming."
Hanum smiled so sweetly. Firman stared at the curve of the girl's smile, he wanted to return the girl's smile but it felt so hollow.
"Jaudah, I'm behind bro" said Bagas, shaking the hand of the Word violently.
Ja. The Word understood the meaning of the rough hand job, now Bagas got everything, his life was so lucky.
His eyes looked at the two backs that had left his house, the pain was again present. His teeth groaned, as if wanting to finish off the man as he pleased.
His eyes now turned to the invitation he was holding, the name of the girl he loved stamped there. Not with me, but with others.
"The gold vindictive."
Word turned, "Ah. Abi I think who."
Abi smiled amusedly, "Invitation from Hanum?."
Word clucked, he swallowed his saliva so hard. It was as if her throat was pressured by something, "Yes, Bi."
"You still love him?" Abi's question made the Word round his eyes.
He shook his head, "That's not important, Bi. Most importantly, they are happy."
*****
The neatly prepared suitcase was held by Bagas, the girl was still crying, she had to part with her candidate again.
"Quiet, post-wedding. I'm back, baby," quiet Bagas, his hand gently stroking the beautiful hair of his future wife.
"Hurry back," whined Hanum.
Bagas landed his kiss on Hanum's forehead, "Pretty dear."
Bagas was grazing his suitcase, his tears still gliding smoothly. His feet stepped so firmly, the sense of not letting go of the woman he married.
Everyone stared at Bagas' departure, but he ignored everything. For him, he had his own interests rather than having to question their views.
Hanum continued to follow her future husband, until he was in front of the house. The black car was ready for Bagas, the wave of hands ended their meeting.
A soft hand held the shoulder of the girl who was daydreaming about the departure of her future husband, she exhaled as if covering her sadness.
"Where is he going?."
"He'll be back" his feet turned, "at our wedding."
He stepped into the living room, people had gone home. Now, Hanum is alone.
"Hanum," called a huge voice outside the door.
His eyes stared at the arrival of guests at his house, the 4-year-old boy ran towards Hanum. Then, his parents followed behind him.
"Congratulations," said Fatimah, an old friend of Hanum's.
The warm embrace that Fatimah gave her, she missed him so much. A sweet cover smile was on Hanum's face, they were face to face, Fatimah smiled a little.
"Alhamdulillah, you can follow us."
Hanum smiled obliquely, "it can be."
Beautiful, sweet, and cute little boy. That's what Hanum saw. His heart seemed to be shaken, his mind thinking ahead.
"Num" the voice made her daydream, "Where to go?."
"Bagas." His lips became cold instantly.
"Where?."
"She, decide to go back to work. He'll be back at our wedding."
Suip looked at the bride-to-be, "Are you sure?."
Hanum's eyes were now round, Suip's question was not a joke.
*****
What the Word felt, his sight was so empty. He threw the crazy invitation, it felt like he had to clap so quickly.
"I must be strong, O God. This is your ordeal, which reduces my sin."
The pile of burnt photos was engulfed by the fire, and accompanied by the invitation it also became ashes.
Firman smiled obliquely looking at the ashes in front of him, "I realized. You belong to someone else."
Her tears flowed so hard, as if her heart was full of wanting to tear everything apart. His anger was uncontrollable, the girl had simply disappeared.
"Murghhh."
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^^^ Trust in the feeling of resilience, if you believe in a sense of vulnerability after feeling strong after facing everything.^^^
...~Firman Fansyah~...
