A Series of Dreams
Kenanga Plan

A small drizzle flushed the city of Bandung, making the once bright sky turn dim. Nature also calls for concern, just as the bride continues to wail sadly in the corner of the room. Since knowing the prospective soul mate who hit it was not a random man, both likeness and treasure, deep regret felt Kenanga. The dressings that have been ready since dawn are now a mess. Tears continued to pour down her polished cheeks.

“Nga, already. What do you want to say? Rice has been porridge, crying was free.” Lasmi strengthened her daughter's heart. “Again, Caraka is not a random man. Se-kabupaten already famous wealth.”

“Stay, Mom. Away with him.”

“Then, what do you want? It's just a few hours away from the wedding. You want to cancel just like that?” Lasmi put on a sad look.

“Bu.” Rubbing the rough tears that had fallen since, Kenanga suddenly stood up. A hint of despair was implied on his wet face that was still tracing nestapa.

“Why else?” Lasmi who has been accompanying since began to pay more attention. Walking closer to his daughter, a wobbly flower at the top of his head swung following his movements.

“Did I just run away? Let Uni replace me. It's not that from the beginning she and Aa were in love. I'm the only one who doesn't know myself and infiltrated in as a third person, Bu.”

Lasmi glares. “Then the one in your stomach will be thrown where?”

Kenanga looked sadly at the woman who was now standing a few steps before her. Tidying up her white kebaya, she stepped closer. What you want to say is not something that everyone can consume. Secrets to guard.

“Bu, let me go now. Later Uni who married, replace me. Our family will not be ashamed. Everything still goes as usual.” Kenanga whispered and let out a faint smile. “Do I get married if I don't love?”

“The baby in your stomach is there because of what?” Lasmi still could not accept. “Don't be like Mom. Having a child without a husband is hard. I was lucky to meet a father who would accept what is. Otherwise, the two of us might be scavenging for food on the streets. Don't make it up.”

Memories of breathing. The smile on his face was wide. “I won't be like Mom. I have you, if you didn't have anyone. I'll take care of my son and work while I wait for my soul mate to come, Miss.” Kenanga still struggles convincingly.

“Entah.” Lasmi dropped her ass on the lip of the bed. A look of laughter, the thought of the old woman who had dressed up pretty was seperating. “Mother is sincere, Son. Don't do anything embarrassing. Caraka is not just anyone. Their families are also distinguished. Far away from your father who is just a pensioner. Get married, after that the Union will also get married. It's also good that you marry someone here, I don't have to bear the longing if you want to meet. If you are in town, far.”

“I don't want to get married, Mom. I still want a perfect husband like Aa Wisely,” said Kenanga Lirih.

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"Aa, here's the shirt. It's been re-sealed. Would you like to wear this?” tawar Seruni, showing a similar suit belonging to his father who can be loaned from bridal who handles the marriage of Kenanga and Caraka.

“Can from where?” Wisely looked back, looking at Seruni who was standing at the door flipping the curtain of cloth covering the entrance to the room. Hitchhiking in the girl's room, the man with the status of a widower must prepare to go to the venue with the family of the prospective wife.

“From salon, Aa.” Seruni answered frankly. “Loan, em rent,” he continued, explaining.

“So it's been used by a million people?” Wisely glanced while tidying up her wet hair.

Seruni could not refute, only nodded slowly when she found Wisely's face that was filled with reluctance.

“I wear my suit only.”

“But, the color is not uniform, Aa. Different from Father. Got Aa ...”

Seruni did not continue her words again when she found that Wisely had turned around and looked at the round mirror with a blue plastic frame hanging on the wall of her tiny room.

“I forgot to bring hair oil. Are you there?” wisely asked, busy styling his hair with a comb that always slipped in his back pocket.

“Hah!” Seruni surprised. Still holding the black suit that was intended for Wisely, but was rejected raw.