I LOVE YOU (I LOVE YOU NOT)
The Terror of Marriage 2
I'm still curious about whatsapp's unexpected message last night. There was a sense of worry about the threat - but what that person could do to me. I told this to my sister Darma and she suggested blocking the unknown number.
"Block up yuk. It's a hassle," he said
"Yes.but Ayuk is still curious about this guy. Is he friends on facebook ayuk yes. because ayuk only express his feelings on facebook and only people who are friends who can see it." my story again
"Can be. You're a lot of dark fans." Darma responded with a joke while chuckling. "but let's check in the app who knows who we can see whose number it is."
I followed my sister's advice. Darma immediately checks the unknown number earlier in the gocontact application
A name that I knew and knew appeared on the screen. AYUNI YASIN
What's the matter? How Ayuni my ex-husband's sister got my phone number. And how can he know that I am happy right now. I don't feel like I'm friends with him on my social media. Even my phone number has been changed so many times and I'm sure they won't find out.
"Who's Ayuni, Yuk? Ask Darma then
" the late Edi's sister! "
"Hmmm what else does the family want" said Darma annoyed
"That's it. If they are still disturbing. I'm calling the police"
"It's better to report to the police. From the first also the deceased brother has suggested to report the police ats all the terror they made for ayuk.Toh the evidence of the threat has been collected brother. But Ayuk was still kind to them. "
"But Ayuk was still thinking about Edi's parents. Poor"
"That's right. Let's have pity on them but don't they feel sorry for them? look like Darma's getting pissed.
Darma's anger reasoned - seeing the many sacrifices I had made for the family - but was instead met with terror and harsh treatment
"That's it. Hopefully he doesn't call again. I'm going to my hotel to pick up Mahendra, "I said ending my conversation with my sister.
I immediately turned on the car engine and soon the vehicle I was riding was sliding towards the hotel.
" Good Morning. Welcome to the Hotel Persada. There's something we can help "welcome a friendly hotel attendant greet me.
"Good Morning. Can you call Mr muhammad mahendra from room 605? doorstep
"good. Sorry about whose mom?" ask the receptionist again.
"Mother Diana,"
"Oh okay. Wait a minute, ma'am."
I'll say yes and then I'll take a seat in the hotel lobby waiting room. Every now and then I reply to whatsapp messages that go into my phone, but, astaqfirullah there is another unknown number that goes into my mailbox, my inner self. The message was sent with a similar threat.
"In, I am sorry to keep you waiting, dear" (I'm sorry I kept you waiting) Mahendra's greeting surprised me a little.
"oh- hey.You look great this morning." (Oh-You look great today) I said when I realized that my beloved was standing before me.
"Why? Seems You lost in your daydream, Di? (“Why? Looks like you're drifting in your daydream, Di?)
"Yes, some stranger keep sending weird messages since last night," ("Yes. There are strangers who have been sending strange messages since last night, I replied
"Who's? and Why?
"I don't know, but I know who is the sender." ("I don't know. But I know who sent it.")
"Look On. Let's forget about those things. Now, better we think and prepare for our marriage" ("Look In. Let's forget those things. Now, we better think about and prepare for our marriage)
I agree with Mahendra. There's no point in poking all those threat messages. Indeed, I must focus on my wedding preparations later.
This morning-it was our schedule to visit the wedding dress shop that had been my family's subscription from my first sister's wedding to my youngest sister's wedding. Mother who really likes makeup and also collect traditional clothes by deliberately designing her own wedding clothes that Me and Mahendra will wear.
"Welcome, when are you coming? sapa Mbak Nunik the boutique owner graciously welcomed my arrival and Mahendra.
" Yesterday Ma'am. Oh yes introduce this Mahendra - my future husband." I continued to introduce Mahendra who had always followed my steps side by side.
"Hello, Mas Mahendra welcome to Semarang." said Mbak Nunik again.
I explained to Mbak Nunik about Mahendra's limitations in using Indonesian-and at least Mbak nunik finally understood.
Ma'am Nunik immediately invited Me and Mahendra to enter a special room for the bride and groom who will*fitting *clothing at that place.
A beautiful white dress with a veil decorated with a crown with the characteristics of a Pakistani bride has been prepared for the wedding of Me and Mahendra. The wedding dress designed by Mother was impressed luxurious. I am very unattentive in terms of appearance - this time feeling so impatient to want to immediately put on those clothes.
" Can I try it first? I asked Mbak Nunik.
"Oh-certain. Go ahead, it's the fittings room." she said, pointing to a room covered with thick curtains underneath.
" I with the help of an assistant boutique owner immediately tried the beautiful dress in the dressing room.
Hmmm, this is how it feels to be back in wedding clothes, my inner moment I finish wearing that dress on my body.
I'm really amazed by how I look at this moment. I can't wait to show you this dress in front of Mahendra.
I went out of the room and walked up to Mahendra. From a distance apparently Mahendra's view can not be separated from me.
" You are really like a princess, Di" she said
O Allah, seduced this way by Mahendra my face must be flushed. The man looked sparkling and happy to see I was wearing a wedding dress - and it was time for Mahendra to try on the groom's outfit that was also prepared at the boutique.
"Wow, you are the real Prince" I flirted with Mahendra.
We both laughed and threw jokes at each other. I really love this man more. Very rarely do I see him looking neat in such a suit.
Today is too busy the schedule I made with Mahendra to prepare for our wedding. At first I only wanted a simple wedding - but Mahendra wanted a luxurious and memorable wedding because he wanted to appreciate my extended family and Mahendra's extended family who would also be present at our wedding.
Just a few days I spent preparing everything finally Mahendra had to return to Sydney to work as well as to prepare the necessary administrative completeness for the requirements of marriage in Indonesia later.
Day five in Semarang City
I intend to take Mahendra back to Sydney on his flight this time using a flight from Yogyakarta airport to Singapore linked by connecting flight to Sydney to save time
"I can't wait to make you my wife, Di" (I can't wait to make you my wife, Di) she said before entering the immigration control room.
"I can't wait to be your wife" (I can't wait to be your wife, too) I said embarrassedly. There was a heavy feeling of letting go of the man in front of me. But we still have a lot to do in preparation before the wedding day.
We then split between the immigration checkpoints. Mahendra once again hugged me tightly. A hug that I will always miss until my wedding day.
But we did have to split up at this time - and I had to go back to Palembang City to work and also take care of my move later to get hired at the Australian embassy.
After the return of Mahendra-I immediately walked to the domestic departure terminal at Yogyakarta Airport. deliberately I took the same departure airport so much time for Me and Mahendra to be together before returning to their respective destinations.
Silent.
Tonight, there's not a single sound I'm hearing tonight. By my side there was only a bolster pillow accompanying me. I've been living alone in this house for over a year since my mother settled in Semarang. Is there fear? Yeah sure is. But what can I do. I still have to live my life to live in this house alone.
The night has passed and the patrolling complex guards also ring a fart twice indicating the time has shown at two in the morning. The air was getting colder - even though the AC in the room had been turned off. There was a bird sound coming from outside the house. This time an unusual sound.The unusual sound of a knee bird sounds at midnight like this. Whether true or not the myth that I have heard that the sound of the knee before dawn is believed to be able to see the existence of subtle creatures around the house that are the mounts of witchcraft such as high-level witchcraft, pellets, and so on, and teluh. I do not really trust the Javanese primbon like that - but living in a big house owned by my parents like this for a long time makes my hair goosebumps.
Obviously I felt a great fear, but the strangeness began to occur when I went out to turn on all the lights in the room outside my room - the sound of plates falling from the kitchen suddenly shocked me.
PYAAAR....
Some pieces of broken plates were like strewn across the floor. The sense of the impossible can happen especially the dishes in the kitchen arranged very neatly on the plate rack and it is impossible to fall just one or two plates accidentally.
Not yet had my astonishment and shock answered with the sound of the plate just now - suddenly a snake figure walked creeping rapidly from the direction of the back door of the house approaching me. Getting closer and of course makes me more panicked.
I braced myself by reading the verse of the chair in a loud voice and kept trying to save myself from the snake that was getting closer to me.
it happened so quickly - and suddenly the snake disappeared away from me.
Astaqfirullah-what is this. I have never experienced anything like this in my life.
Tonight really makes me feel threatened. Cold sweat began to flood my body - both my hands shook after the incident. I immediately went to the bathroom that was in the middle room - without waiting any more I immediately ablaze and tried to calm myself with my tahajud.
O Allah - protect the servant from all acts of magic, my mind.