DAD'S CHOICE OF MATE
Repeating his wedding

One day when I finished broadcasting, I was shocked to see my phone call so many times from papa. I was panicking, what was wrong with them in the village, why did papa call me so many times. I called him back. Hearing papa's words on the phone, I got more curious about him. How not, he told me to immediately come to that house in the village. My thoughts about mom, there must be nothing with mom. I immediately say goodbye to my friends _friends in the office thankfully today I am a lot free. So I can go home to fulfill Papa's request

After a few hours of driving from town to village, I finally got home. When I got off the bike I saw something different about the atmosphere of my house. White curtains in a mix of pink cloth adorn my yard but no one I saw at the time, I was confused to ask who. I slowly walked into the courtyard, not far from where I stand I see there is a neatly arranged table also decorated with white cloth in a mix of pink cloth in each corner of the table in the form of a large ribbon_ribbon. I immediately approached the table, shortly after I arrived at the table. The people on the way out of the house, I saw there was a mama, papa, brother Reza, sister Rifal and his wife and also Ayla in front of my mother and my other family. They were so happy with me in front of this table marked by the smile they threw at me, but I didn't understand what they meant. I slowly walked over and memorized it and asked him about his plan. But none of my lips answered my question. I stood in front of them and stared at them one by one. In the middle of my eyes suddenly someone who appeared from behind papa and mama I was getting surprised, this fit person standing in front of me who had just come out from hiding made my lips stiffly unable to take out a word for him. My eyes are so familiar with his appearance, face, and smile. Did my eyes not see wrong.? Or am I dreaming.? I said in my heart while looking at him.

I slapped my right cheek

. Aooo, this pain is not a dream, right.? I asked them.

Yes, this is not a dream. Answer brother Arsy.

I looked back at this guy. Brother Arsy, he is my lecturer brother Arsy and my lover first. His appearance and expression when in front of me no change s’kali. Slowly he moved both his hands touching my fingers. The touch of his hand made my heart beat so fast that it produced vibrations on both of my hands. I felt different when he touched me this time with him touching me first.

I turned my eyes to the ground. I felt hypnotized by the touch of his hand. I kept my mouth shut and couldn't say anything. While my extended family in front of us looked very happy. Brother Arsy took my hand to the table earlier. Behind the table decoration was a small heart-shaped box of maroon color. Slowly he sat down in front of me and again he held my hands together. Hands and hearts that are unceasing_stop vibrating even though these two hands are already in the hands of Arsy's feet. The vibration in the chest is a sign that I have not been able to take it back, but the lips are unable to reveal it. The wound in my heart still felt, not as easily as it was healed. He left me for an unclear reason, and now he is back in an unclear situation. I was confused somehow the way I refused this engagement that lasted suddenly, while the happiness that emanated in the eyes of my family was so great, especially my parents, did I have to ruin their happiness. I'm really in the weak.

A smooth, white hand that still holds on both hands and soon a gold ring that will be attached to my ring finger as a sign of engagement, but before the ring is attached I try to open my lips. But it feels locked with nervousness.

Slowly the ring touched my ring finger.

While Arsy's sister looks resigned to my circumstances that can not reveal uncertainty. I looked at him so deeply that I could not accept this, a face I could not understand whether he understood my point or not. With my eyes diverted but I felt that both my hands were back in his grasp with a cold kiss on his lips. Tears almost spilled, there was no happiness on my face.

I-i'm sorry.! It shouldn't be like this, but it's a compulsion from the heart. Words that break the pain. Then I ran around in the crowd of people _people I loved. I ran with unstoppable tears.

With Arsy willing to let go of his grasp, guilt haunts him. The refusal made him vaguely remember what had happened. I'm sorry India, she murmured guiltily.

This is the second time she's put my ring finger on. I'm just as skali doesn't understand this matchmaking drama. Tight to talk but heart to say yes, I still love him. But I can't accept this reality. Everyone out there understands my feelings'. They remained in their respective places with expressions that seemed like nothing had happened despite understanding that I was crying.

Princess, I'm sorry that I'm guilty of so much. Arrived" brother Arsy entered the room' wiped my tears. I don't understand this drama, brother, I replied...

You came in when I started learning to forget about the wounds. When you leave for reasons that don't make sense. I accepted your silly decision when you asked to leave, but now I can't accept your decision to return. Brother Arsy silent a thousand languages.

Now you have no right to make a decision, but Papa has a right. Suddenly the voice made me unable to quote. Papa with a snarling tone. Same scali I don't understand it's this dramatic. Although I knew from the first papa wanted to skali match me with Arsy's sister. The last time I saw papa was angry, crying just for refusing Arsy's proposal. For some reason papa is so selfish, my heart is completely screwed. I cannot accept this proposal, my heart whispered. It hurt too much that I took it back.