
Salma looked at her two enthusiastic-looking children in their new clothes. I don't know when her sister-in-law bought the twins new clothes. To be honest, he had bought something for Cakra and Candra for a long time.
Although he has struggled with the world of martyrdom, but his income is still fairly minimal for a widow with two children who live in the capital. Her journey as a mother for her two children is still very long, Salma still has to pay for expenses that are not important.
"Are you in a hurry to make a decision?" ask the twins. The two looked at each other and laughed. There is a feeling of worry if his relationship with Angkasa does not work, he will be in the media spotlight and affect his newly built career.
"Yes, ayoo." Cakra shook his shoulders, resuscitating him from daydreams.
"Does Mama have to go? Mama was embarrassed to get there, in fact Mama was not expected," lamented Salma. He knew talking to a child the age of the twins would not get the desired answer.
"Yeah, ayooo." Seeing that her mother was still sitting motionless, Cakra pulled back his hand.
"Okee, Cakra same Candra wait outside the same Mr. De, Mama want to change clothes first." Salma led the twins out of the room.
Then he opened the closet, sorting out the clothes that if appropriate he used at the evening event that was not included in his planning.
Salma chose a simple black t-shirt, as well as jeans. Then he tied his long wavy hair into one.
"Would you like to go to the funeral? Your face is as gloomy as your clothes are" Tia said.
"I didn't bring much clothing from Jakarta." Salma gave a reason.
"Change your clothes, wearing clothes like that you just don't appreciate the inviting Space." Tia pushed her sister-in-law back into the room.
"I was not invited, Mba," said Salma, once again.
"We're all invited. Point." Tia said firmly, "In addition why do you feel that Space should invite you in a special way? He's already invited through your Mas as the head of the family, is that lacking?"
His sister-in-law's words seemed to hit Salma's chest. Why does he feel like Angkasa should treat him as someone special? Is it because Angkasa has proposed to him in front of so many people that he must be recognized?
Salma was immediately ashamed, she felt selfless. Moreover, he was angry just because Angkasa smiled kindly with another woman. He had not become someone to the man, what right had he been angry at? Before he was present, Angkasa would have smiled and behaved sweetly with the opposite sex. He who was a nobody, just now present had dared to restrain the Space. How selfish and ignorant of himself!
"Wear this." Tia threw a long-sleeved white dress onto the bed.
"Mba, this is too good."
"Yes it must be good, you want to look careless next to Space. With you dressed neatly and courteously, you already appreciate him."
Salma complied with Tia's request, she also resigned when her sister-in-law thinly put on her face. Her hair was tied up, reopened by Tia and in shape with large curls.
"This is beautiful." Tia pegs Salma's face in front of the dresser.
"It seems too much."
"Hey, Salma you from now on have to get used to looking beautiful if outside the house. You're now an artist, from the tip of your hair to the tip of your toenails will be a concern for people."
Salma noticed her appearance in front of the mirror. Actually still quite reasonable and simple, but because of shame and inappropriate he became not confident.
Salma and Tia looked at each other when the sound of vehicles stopping in front of the house was heard.
"Well, it looks like a car has come to pick us up."
"Duh, Mba Salma is so beautiful. I'm proud to be Mba Salma's neighbor."
"Mba, where are you going? The car's cute."
"Mba Salma if you are a famous artist do not forget, Neng ya."
The light applause of the neighbors made Salma blush as well as proud. Tia and the twins were also happy and amazed to see the interior in the car. Only Bimo did not show a change in his facial reaction.
"Where are we going?" whispers of Salma on Tia.
"Ga know, ask your mother." Tia whispered back while giving the code to Bimo who was sitting in front with his index finger.
"Where are we really going?" ask Salma carefully.
"To the hotel where Angkasa is staying," said Bimo briefly. Unsatisfactory answer, Salma did not dare to ask further. It would be a shame if he was caught not communicating with Space all day.
In the hotel room, Angkasa walked back and forth while making a romantic sentence that he would say to Salma in front of his family.
"Where, Mr. Iwan is it good?" tanyakanya.
"Good, Mr. Asa. It's not the first time you've expressed feelings, why tense up?"
"Yes, too, but I'm so nervous." Space rubbed both of his palms.
"Law, that's a sign Pak Asa is serious. I go down first yes, Pak Asa is worried that Salma and his family will arrive first."
Mr. Iwan went down to the hotel restaurant and entered the room that had been prepared specifically for the event tonight. Before long, the guests they were waiting for arrived at the hotel and entered the room.
"Good night, welcome, Mas Bimo, Mba Tia. Waah this artist capital, long time not see the aura is different. The smell of monas," kelakar Pak Iwan tried to melt the atmosphere.
"Good night, Mr. Iwan. Mmm, sir Iwan, how are you here?" Salma asked doubtfully. He turned his head to look for other guests in the room, but only the four of them and the officers who were ready to serve them were in the room.
"I want to meet the artist of the capital," teased Mr. Iwan again. Salma smiled, but she could not hide her curious and nervous look, "Please sit down, sorry Angkasa just returned to her room for a while." Mr. Iwan gave a cliche reason, so that his friend did not look disrespectful.
The waiters immediately prepared drinks and appetizers, after Mr. Iwan gave the code. Do not forget the song in the form of an instrument played to add a romantic atmosphere.
"Mm, the guests haven't come all right, Mr Iwan?" Salma could not help her curiosity.
"There are no other guests, only you and your family are waiting for" said Mr. Iwan.
Suddenly the bespectacled man smiled broadly at the person behind Salma's body. Salma looked back and found Angkasa walking towards her with a bouquet of roses that almost covered half of her body.
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