A Series of Dreams
In the middle of the darkness

Enjoying Paris van Java accompanied by Seruni made Wisely know more about the figure of the future wife. They talk, talk about things and forget about time. Sharing stories and experiences with different backgrounds.

Seruni was born to a modest family who lived in one of the villages in the city of Bandung, while Wisely was the son of a well-known conglomerate in the capital. The woman is still a virgin and has little experience, while the man is a widower with unquestionable flying hours.

“You hungry?” Wisely opened his voice after being satisfied to walk in a shopping center in the city of Kembang.

The girl who had changed clothes shook her head. Wearing the clothing of Wisely's choice, she felt different from the knee-length dress model of sabrina's shoulder.

“Yakin?” Wisely looked at Seruni and smiled. Secretly admiring the simple beauty of the woman, she threw away her face. Not wanting until the charm of his future wife to make her pride tarnished, he tried to look indifferent.

“Yes, Aa. I'm still full. Not that Aa has already bought ramen.”

“You want to try sushi? Or other food?” bargain Wisely.

Seruni. If I'm honest, none of the food that goes into his stomach is in accordance with taste. Although the appearance and price are extraordinary, still no one can match the delights of terasi sambal and salted fish. Moreover, plus raw lalap, instantly tongue and stomach kicked.

“Yakin?” Wisely asked the same question again.

“We go home, Aa.” Seruni suddenly remembered the two parents she had left in the middle of the event without saying goodbye. “What time is it? We're gone too long. Poor Mother, Father, and Brother Anga. Later they panicked not to find us there.”

Wisely glanced at the clock that was coiled around her wrist. It was already dusk, even outside the sun began to crawl down to the western horizon.

“Ya already.” Wisely won't argue. Carrying several shopping bags filled with Seruni clothes, he walked ahead.

Wanting to hold the young girl's hand, but there was an awkwardness that made Wisely doubtful. Although they were clearly going to marry soon, still he could not treat Seruni like other women. There are restrictions that guard him so as not to be presumptuous.

The drizzle still does not want to go away from the city of Bandung. A water speck hits the earth as a cry accompanies the wedding of Kenanga and Caraka. Hours of enjoying the momentary excitement with Wisely, the sadness that had lost her way is now back on the way to the wedding venue.

Seruni's voice was no longer heard, he was immersed in his own thoughts. Ignoring the handsome man behind the wheel who was secretly sending a meaningful glance.

“Ni, later before the wedding, you to Jakarta, yes?” Wisely opened the chat just before they arrived at their destination. The weather grew increasingly hostile, rumbling sounds were heard occasionally.

“Hah!” Seruni jerks.

“Fine, dress fittings and buy wedding supplies in the city only. More options.” Wisely reasoned.

“Oh.” Seruni did not refuse, but did not breed.

“Later, I'll call. Save my phone number, so we can exchange news.”

“Ya.” Seruni gulped. The view of the crowd at Kenanga's wedding was in plain sight, the wound on her chest gaped back. “Aa, go straight home to Jakarta tonight?” tanyanya, mince words.

“Maybe tomorrow morning. I'll find a hotel near here.” Wisely stopped his car on the edge of a field full of people. Not only invited guests, various hawker vendors and toys seemed to meet the edge of the field.

Not yet had time to get out of the car, Seruni suddenly scattered. Amidst the dimness, among the crowd of people, the old couple seemed to shiver in the cold.

“Loh, Aa ...” The girl's pointer leads to the event venue.