FRIEND BUT MARRIED
holiday
This is a final semester holiday, more or less leave for three weeks.wah lama also"said the trio rese.all students held a meal together and will also discuss their vacation plans.they gathered at five o'clock in the afternoon in a cafe in the village.wherever they had gathered and were enjoying food, they were,in addition, they will also vacation by climbing the mountain.
And they all agreed to the decision, and the day after they left and, it had to be approved by the parents of each student,all were approved by his parents because they were accompanied by the school and guards who used to climb the mountain.
Equipment ranging from tents, stoves, raining jazas, shoes, and jackets.all preparations are complete.and each woman sleeps together in one tent.the mountain wills must be ready mentally, the color of a long journey ,make those who are spoiled, will not be strong and no one will be maungendong.
Zein and ravan also go to the super market to buy the needs they will bring.such as instant noodles, coffee, bread, and other snacks.White water was sudsh they prepared in a lot of bottles
instant noodles are instant food pakjng wherever it is.after that raven and zein go home.and his parents also allow zein go because revan also come along.after entering into their respective rooms rested and very tired for today.
Amir and sarah had just received money from their own crops, one million two hundred thousand rupiah, with land that was not so large.
"Zein son, who really likes to save, not spent the spending money given by his parents, color for him for urgent needs.harpun already nausea dark and everything is tidu, tidu,only the sound of crickets was heard.adzan dawn was already reverberating zein and revan was awakened, and immediately took a shower to mengkabakan while working. His trash cart was hit by a speeding car and Dad fell. I haven't let you work, at least until Maryam finishes the wedding procession in three days. But Dad insisted. He said who else would take out the trash. He opened his hands wide in front of me.
With the help of some residents, Dad was taken to a medical clinic not far from home. Fortunately, the wound is only blisters and does not require special care, let alone anonymity. Both of his thin legs were increasingly looking frail. I watched Dad get off the rickshaw and step up limping, touching the door. I'm termangu.
At exactly seven in the evening, Maryam and Jono said the wedding procession. I saw Mom look moved, too Dad. Maryam looked at me and I threw her a smile. She looked so beautiful with such a graceful makeup. Kebaya that I sewed, fitting attached to his tall body as high as ever.
Tanto who has worked and can help you a little to give allotment of money to buy rice. Tanto is good, so no wonder if there are some female friends who like to visit home. I think in my heart, Tanto will soon be married, followed by Maryam.
“Muji, when did you get married?” the question was asked by a relative while pointing to the bride and groom who were sitting at the wedding. I replied by waving my hand.
“I pray Ma'am Muji gets married soon if a mate is near, Aamiin”, said a facilitator I invited at the wedding reception in sign language. I feel like he has a crush on me and part of my heart has taken him along.
There is no silence for a deaf person like me. Many prayers of kindness. (*)
At exactly seven in the evening, Maryam and Jono said the wedding procession. I saw Mom look moved, too Dad. Maryam looked at me and I threw her a smile. She looked so beautiful with such a graceful makeup. Kebaya that I sewed, fitting attached to his tall body as high as ever.
Tanto who has worked and can help you a little to give allotment of money to buy rice. Tanto is good, so no wonder if there are some female friends who like to visit home. I think in my heart, Tanto will soon be married, followed by Maryam.
Zara grabbed a graceful design wedding invitation lying on her desk. His eyes were busy following the curves of a series of beautiful silver-inked centeria letters that decorated the jasmine-scented invitation sheet. One by one, his four companions had preceded him to sit in the temple. A knock on the door made his hand close the maroon-colored invitation immediately.
A young woman walked slowly up to her desk holding her protruding belly. Zara smiled and then went to meet the elegant woman dressed in pink.
***
Zara shook her head many times.
"Please Za, just this time. I won't ask for your help if I don't have to. You have the heart to see this pregnant woman going back and forth and there taking care of things?"
"If you feel troubled, why don't you just refuse. Or leave it to Vivi, your assistant."
Nita scowling. "I can't refuse Za, this client of ours..."
"We?"
"I mean, this client of mine is Gery's cousin. Then what did you say? Hand over to Vivi? She's a new person, after all I want to give the best to my husband's relatives."
Zara quiet.
"And only you can do it Za." Nita's expression looked clear, Zara flinching.
.My heart still hurts Nit."
"I know Za, being scorned in front of a lot of people while you're not doing what's alleged doesn't even know what's going on is really painful."
"But all of that is a job risk, you have to be able to accept it with an open mind." Nita said carefully.
Today Zara is busy with wedding plans that she is working on. Gery, the husband of Nita who is also the boss at the place where she works now has given her own free working hours for the next month.
"Za, it looks like this time it's just you and Tera." Gery pulls up a chair for Zara.
“Dela notified me this morning. The results of all the discussion today will be immediately sent via email to Dela, how is Mas Tera?"
"Call Tera only, the horror is not good at being called mas. I feel so old." Tera laughed, showing her shaggy teeth suddenly recorded sweet in Zara's brain.
***
After going through a long conversation with Tera about all the wishes that were in her head. Zara began to record all the important points for her and the bride and groom will work next. Zara occasionally gives input and advice.
"Why can our minds be the same?" Tera laughs.
"It happens the same, usually this initial process is most complicated. It's a record for me, one day can be done." Zara closed her laptop slowly.
***
Today, Dela called Zara again, telling her that she was out of town and could not decide on the design of the invitations and souvenirs they were going to use. Zara suggests to back off the day but Dela refuses. His powerful voice had made Zara say yes many times. And now he and Tera have been stranded in a room whose walls are filled with invitation cards in various colors and designs.
"Well, the planner and his client apparently have their own chemistry." Wendi, a colleague of Zara, the invitation card designer smiled when he saw two index fingers pointing at the same design in the invitation template in front of them.
"It has to be dong, so not much time wasted." Zara smiled between Tera's glances.
***
The wall clock in his room had pointed to the number 2 in the morning. But Zara's eyes won't be closed either. It came back to his mind this afternoon. The white brocade kebaya was tightly attached to his body without the slightest resistance. Henry, the designer forced him to model his design home catalog that he would publish soon. Because Dela was not involved, Henry asked Zara to be willing to do a pair of photoshoots with Tera in order to catch the deadline. If Henry wasn't his old friend maybe Zara would have rejected him outright. As for Tera, the man casually agreed to Henry's request even looks excited.
"God why this has to happen." Zara looked at her face in the mirror. Hand grips, smiles, eye twitching, until the nod of Tera's head was still clearly visible in his eyes.
Zara shakes. "No, this can't happen."
But the more Zara denied all her feelings the stronger the sense of them emerged.
"I can't be like this. I have to throw this taste away. This is so wrong."
***
Zara was busy calming her heart between her irregular heartbeat when she saw Tera sitting relaxed, waiting for her at the coffee shop next to her office. Zara closed her eyes for a moment to make sure that she would be fine facing Tera today. As soon as he saw Zara, Tera moved up, pulling the chair in front of him to sit on the mature brown-skinned woman.
"As usual Dela is absent. And it will make today better ... Err, I mean faster to make a decision.” Tera opened the conversation.
Tera smiled, the smile that brought Zara soared into the air.
"Yes, just the same, me or you he told me, we finally met here."
***
Finally Tera nodded her head as her eyes stared around the place she was going to use for her wedding reception, from the three places Zara had proposed to. Zara was busy seducing her heart to stay calm.
"I'm lucky to know you, Za. You're the best." Tera looked at Zara and threw a smile that always made Zara's heart swell instantly.
And how unlucky I am to know you in this way. Zara was crying in her heart. His feelings were shattered into pieces. Why did God have so much heart for him, sowing the seeds of this feeling when in the end it only reaped pain.
***
Nita widened her eyes as soon as Zara thrust all the work she had arranged and worked on for the past 3 weeks..
"I've done everything. If there is a small change, I leave it to you. I'm gonna go out of town stuff one week."
"What's? Going in crucial moments like this? Not wrong?"
"I'm sorry Nit. I have to go."
"But you're coming back this Saturday, right?"
Zara shook her head weakly, Nita narrowed her eyes.
"Za, what's wrong?"
Zara shook her head again, the warm grains were now starting to come out one by one from both eyes.
"Yes, geez." Nita shifted her sitting position and hugged her best friend.
"I don't know when the taste came up Nit, but I do know that this is all wrong. That's why I have to go."
"I told you, there's nothing wrong with love, Za." Nita rubbed her best friend's back. A line of smiles adorned her thin lips.
***
Zara glanced at the screen of her phone, seen rows of letters forming the name Lantern. I don't know how many times that name has appeared there. Not long ago the name Dela, then Nita, followed by Gery who appeared on the screen of his phone. But none that he raised. Currently he just wants to be alone, enjoy the wave of coconut leaves, the pounding of the waves, the wind and the soothing aroma of the sea.
He knew that this effort would be in vain, but at least for now it could calm his troubled heart.
***
Zara was stunned to see a man sitting in the gazebo of her tant house. How did he know he was here?
"Your mother told me." Gery smile. Zara grunts.
"Za, I'm sorry if I disturbed your composure. But it's important."
Zara is silent.
"We tried to contact you, but your phone is off."
"I'm here to tell you that there's two more days on Nita's schedule for a caesarean section."
Two more days? One day before Tera and Dela's wedding?.
"That's why we need you there to get things done."
Zara cast her gaze towards the vast sea.
"Za, there are times when we have to accept what happens with a big heart. Believe me if in every event there is always wisdom that accompanies it.” Gery pats Zara on the shoulder and says goodbye.
***
The clock on his wrist pointed at the number 7 at night. Today is one day before the wedding of Tera and Dela in the helat. He has to make sure everything is in place even though part of his heart doesn't want to be here. Zara stepped heavily between the neatly lined pots of chrysanthemums on her left right. The backyard of the cafe that Tera chose as the location of her wedding reception looks beautiful among the dimness of the garden lights. Shades of white adorn every corner of the green grassy yard. Fragrant roses and jasmine vying tickle her nose.
It felt like he was moving away from the place but his responsibility for the job forced him to stay. The beautiful face of princess Nita and Gery who had just greeted the world flashed in her eyes.
Zara stepped into the gazebo that had been prepared for the wedding ceremony tomorrow. A table with a lacy tablecloth and some neatly arranged chairs greeted him. Zara smiled, the concept of marriage like this is what she wants for her wedding later. Not when.
Finally the two people he was waiting for appeared as well, Zara stared at those happy faces. Dela placed a large box on the table.
“Mbak Za, thanks for everything. We'll never know what exactly we want if we don't meet with Za."
Zara frowned. "Oh my God, don't go overboard. It's all my duty, because you've hired my services."
Dela shaking. Sliding the big box containing the clothes that he would actually wear tomorrow towards Zara.
"I don't want to wear this yet, there are still things I want to achieve out there. A bond will only limit my steps. I am happy that God has finally heard and granted my prayers. I'm glad this wedding doesn't have to happen."
Zara looked at the two people sitting before her in a confused romance.
Dela got up from her seat, approached Zara and hugged her warmly and passed away leaving Zara and Tera both.
“Therefore this marriage we have canceled since three weeks ago.” Not yet relieved Zara's surprise because of Dela's sentences, Tera now even adds to the list of shock that makes her head as if hit by a hammer many times.
“I'm sorry, Za, but that feeling suddenly appeared without being able to resist, dominating the deepest aisles of my heart. Torturing my mind for longing. Every day that is in my head is just you.”
Hearing the sentence that slid rapidly from Tera's lips made Zara's vision suddenly twitched which was finally greeted by darkness.
****
. I am 42 years old msh nganggur and single. used to be in 2003 when msh work in majalaya bdg I often mutated, underestimated friends and superiors because my brain and energy sucked, money is often borrowed friends tp bnyk who do not want to pay, shg I do not feel at home and resign, nyari work lg just briefly fired because not a work fit, nyari work lg difficult. in my village in prwkerto open a small business bankrupt small, selling goods online do not sell. I used to be in bdg if nyari mate often rejected girls, underestimated girls, lied to friends, cheated friends, used by friends, threatened org, beaten people etc. in my village nyari mate more difficult because lonely and rarely beautiful girl, if there is a rather beautiful rival bnyk.. as a result, I am angry every day for 15 years, saying dirty, insomnia, throwing things, often praying bad bad, etc. do I have an occult disorder? in the past my grandfather and uwa were paranormal magic. I sdh 12thn rather diligent worship tp fate unchanged.in the past year 2003 when migrating to bdg I applied for girl name nur, nur, tp my proposal was rejected, I until the screen blm able to forget him. who made me love to die with nur because he was beautiful, quiet, innocent, diligent prayer, not matre, rarely wandering, not happy, he is also the backbone of the family because his order poor farmers.I think my soul mate, because if there is in him my life is spirit, my heart is peaceful, my heart is peaceful, tp turned out she was the hardest girl I got. My first love was old. back in 2001 when I migrated to majalaya bandung.when I just resigned from the company, I was alone in rented. instead of saturated shg I play to ciparay, then when returning home angkot, then, arriving there was a girl riding angkot (factory workers like that because the hours of employees on leaving afternoon shift work around 2 hours) I was immediately shocked, because she was beautiful like a Hongkong artist. when he arrived at the contract, my friend (ginanjar) came I immediately told my friend that I met a beautiful girl in angkot.although I have often met beautiful girls, but she was different, but she was different, his face was glowing, his person was also quiet and meek. My friend advised me the next day to look for him to ciparay again. keesok his day in the afternoon like yesterday, I go to ciparay again. I look for the girl up to 20 minutes tp no too, shg when there angkot stops me immediately up to go home. when in angkot I was shocked, because the beautiful girl was sitting alone in the angkot, I immediately deg with in my heart want to say hello tp not dare.