Young Widow Romance

Party dress

After the incident that night, Syedza was more incoherent, staring blankly, occasionally dropping a clear circle from the corner of his eye, scrambling the food on the plate without intending to bribe it into his thin mouth. The thought of his whipping day through which feels heavy, whether it's thinking of his future fate or his past destiny, all that only he and his god know.

Not a single bit of light intends to talk, even to breathe it feels heavy. Today he looks nothing like himself. Where his former nature, which is always friendly, energetic, and calm responding to something.

Where is the sweet smile that he often throws at everyone. This time it was the lowest point of his life. His eyes were puffy, his cheeks were red, his lips were swollen and there was dry blood, his body was painful and bruised.

"Sorry Miss, have you been on a diet for the past two days?" ask one of the FWG employees the woman in charge of everything at Syedza and Moehe's wedding.

Syedza was still silent, without any desire to answer this question of the woman before him.

How cute miss, it seems like she is very hit at the moment, the inner female employee.

This woman is still busy with a dress that is being fitted to Syedza's body, "the size of this dress is too big on the body of the lady," said the woman.

Syedza was still silent, once sobbing.

"Sorry miss, we think we have worked hard since 2 days ago to prepare this, but this is beyond our expectations," continued the FWG employee without any hush by Syedza.

"Miss, are you okay?" ask FWG employees to investigate.

Hearing the question, Syedza's heart suddenly felt pierced and the corner of his eyes back again bred as hard as possible until the FWG Employee felt guilty.

"I'm sorry, miss, I'm sorry if I spoke, '" said the woman, who is almost her age, pleading.

"Hiks.. Hiksss.. You're not wrong, now it's your job to make up my face with the skills you have, remove these eyes! These lips you make like normal human lips" Syedza's pinta still sobbed.

"What about this dress, miss? It doesn't look right on the lady's body" said the female employee again.

Syedza shook his head, "do whatever you can do to me, make me look fine" Syedza said.

"Alright lady, however beautiful you may be, miss" persuaded the woman.

What the hell's going on? It seems like when fitting clothes yesterday miss looks okay, but why is this now? Looks like something happened to her, the inner female employee.

Busy FWG employees prepared everything for Syedza, treating her daughter's master with care.

 

*Selang 2 hours later*

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"Miss, are you ready? The young master was waiting for the lady in the courtyard" said a man from behind the door of Syedza's room.

Who'sis that? Why is there a foreign male voice calling me, Inner Syedza.

"Well, in a moment" replied Syedza.

The woman's employee put the finishing touches on Syedza's face, then asked her daughter's master to look in the mirror first.

"Our number is finished, miss can look first if miss is not satisfied from the results of our work we will fix as soon as possible" asked the FWG employee.

"Do my lips still look like those of Napoleon from the waters of the Indian Ocean?" syedza asked in the mirror while touching her lips in front of her bedroom dresser.

"No miss, you look beautiful, even very pretty," replied the FWG employee parrying Syedza's words, "Is there anything we can fix miss?" ask the woman again.

"Look at this, my lips don't seem to look like normal human lips yet" Syedza protested again pointing to the tip of her lips still looking swollen.

"Aaauuhh... Phew.. It hurts!" Syedza grimaced in pain.

"Sorry our lady will be more careful again" said the FWG employee, for him apologizing for the right thing this time so that things are fine.

FWG employees have been working hard for the young lady.

"We're done, miss, look at this glass, miss looks very beautiful and always beautiful as usual" said FWG employees calm Syedza.

"But here it seems there are still wounds," Syedza denied again. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Never mind, I don't care, the most important thing is that I look like a normal human now. Take me as soon as possible to the place of the party" Syedza pleaded without regard to the makeup worn on her body.

Syedza got up from his chair, as if ready to face the harsh reality of the party.

"Well miss," replied the FWG employee as he stepped towards the door, grabbed the door algae and opened it.

Chequek...

ceklek...

Syedza came out of her room in a fancy dress and makeup that fit right in her face, followed by the female employee from behind.

"Why are they all here?" inner Syedza.

"Good morning miss, Mr. Meohe is waiting for the lady in the backyard" said one of the bodyguards.

"Why are those fucking humans here, too?" the female employee saw one of the men standing at the front in the line of the guards.

"Hmmmm," muttered the man glancing towards this female employee standing behind Syedza.

The female employee was downcast to cover her face.

"Damn! I always sweat cold like this when I'm dealing with this man-manager!" the inner woman employee.

"What are you doing here?" syedza was surprised to see some people he knew were lined up neatly in front of the door of his room, and some of them were like new faces that he did not know.

"We are just doing the duty of the lady" replied again by the bodyguard who had said hello.

"Tasks? Why did the goddamn manager switch duties like this bodyguard?" the woman again.

" Aaahh what duty? Isn't the party in the backyard?" syedza asked again as he pressed his lips.

"Special task from Mr. Moehe, miss," the bodyguard who had been standing up from earlier spoke up.

"Ah.. Maybe because he was the manager of the wedding gallery Mr. Fajuri so he went down straight to make sure everything was okay with the boss's daughter. Ahhe.. It's none of my business" the woman grumbled.

"Are you guys in a line-up race? or are you guys playing a ceremony?" ask Syedza.

"No miss!" answer the guards simultaneously.

"Yes, yeah... You guys even sound very compact" Syedza praised as he clapped.

"Hiks.. Hix... Carry out ceremonies? Yes, it's possible that they celebrated my grief ceremony today" inner Syedza.

"Alright lady, Mr. Moehe has been waiting too long, we are going to the backyard now" one of the guards recalled.

"Yes, set it, set it," murmured Syedza but could still be heard by the bodyguards. The guard just smiled at Syedza's behavior.

Seriate,