A Series of Dreams
People's Party
Crying to the dry of tears, the fate line that had been painted would never change. Man only plans, God is the determinant of all. The world is only mortal, eternal life is in eternity. Smiles and cries are not forever, that is human life. No need to wail too much, nor laugh too loudly. All have their own portions. Sometimes, not all prayers come true, not all prayers are answered. The above will only give us what we need, not what we want.
Seruni stared at herself in the mirror, looking at her already wrapped in pink. Even the dream he did not expect would be at this point. He thought that one day he would marry Caraka, it turns out that their soul mate is only a brother and sister-in-law. Handsome young man from the village next door asked his brother—Kenanga, not himself. Sadness is still evident even though it has been swept by thick makeup.
Although not the son of the conglomerate, Kenanga's wedding was still held lively with a folk party and a tancap screen. The village manager next door who has hajat, of course, invites citizens of the municipality. Many are happy, waiting for the title while enjoying the entertainment. In fact, hawkers had flocked to hold a stall on the sidelines of the ball three days before the event was held. Using the village facilities, the party is open to the public for three days and three nights.
“Unni, already?” Sandi knocked on her daughter's bedroom door.
Seruni was startled, hurriedly rubbing the clear liquid that was back adorning the cheeks. Sobbed a few times before strengthening. In a matter of hours, her brother would tie himself up with Caraka. What could he do, other than shed tears. The pain that was inscribed both have not been able to melt the love that has been residing in the heart. Wants to be a hater, but his heart is not that cruel.
“Include, Sir.” Seruni. Checking the smile from the mirror reflection, he did not want to look sad too much. Happiness is now enveloping his family. Tears will stain all.
Password pushed the door and smiled bitterly. As a father, he understood the wounds Seruni was hiding from everyone. His heart was not strong, but he could.
“Nak, forgive me. It's beyond power.” Sandi approaching. Enclosed by the pink girl who looks beautiful even though the traces of wounds are still visible. “It's destiny. We can't dodge. No cry. He's not a good man to you. Dear your tears.”
The hug of the man in the oversized black suit was so warm, the speech calmed the turbulent soul.
“Ya, Sir.” Seruni sobbed in the deckap, struggling to hold back the pace of crying so as not to continue pressing.
“Trust me one day ... You will laugh at yourself for crying over Caraka today. Good men know how to respect and respect women. It's free to cry for him who can't even keep your feelings. He impregnated your sister, Uni. You should be thankful that God did not continue your story. I'm sure, in your future .. a more perfect match is being prepared. Wisely, maybe? We no one knows.”
The father and son's embrace unraveled, Seruni gave some distance and looked at the old man with rampant wrinkled gurgles.
“What is he going to be here for? As Mommy said?”
“Yes, she's on her way. His parents could not attend, Wise who would represent. Smile, greet your future husband, Uni. You cannot promise, but still pray for your happiness. Already, we're out. Any minute ...”
Lasmi's shout cut Sandi's speech. The woman screamed hysterically breaking up the morning.
“FATHER!”