Nandithas
BE A GUEST

Set your heart, prepare yourself.

Taking a deep breath, Gunadh enters the hotel where Nandita's engagement will be held.

Despite the rumbling in his chest as if stopping a step, the man tried to dampen it by clenching his hands tightly.

Not wanting to look weak, he wanted to show that he was okay.

He was not here to mess up, not to make the girl's tears drip again, he came with a sincere prayer, hoping that the girl he loved could smile happily.

Although the claustrophobic is always present, realizing today is his last day seeing Nandita. Because in the future, he will not be able to meet the girl again.

True said Satya, he is not a teenager, who can only run when problems and harsh realities come.

He should be able to stand. These wounds and wounds he must face.

Perhaps this was the last time he would come face to face with Nandita. The cheerful girl he drags into the complicated destiny of life he lives.

'huuuh alright, let this be the end of our story, may you be happy with the man who can make you laugh.' his inner gaze at the beautiful decoration that looks so majestic from where he stands.

Gunadh's heart was pounding, staring around with a hint of hesitation. Is this really the place?

Is he here to say goodbye to his coriander seed girl?

His thumping feeling was sidetracked by the awkward feeling he felt now. He grabs his phone, confirming the message Satya sent.

'really, it's the white dress code. But why would anyone else wear black?' inner Gunadh.

The man with the status of the widower, as if heavy stepped his feet, afraid of being wrong, and even became the center of attention. Things he avoids at the moment. Do not want to look sad in front of many pairs of eyes that are present in the event.

Feeling the wrong costume, he was about to turn around, but it seems good luck has not sided with the poor man.

"Gunadh," the voice of a familiar man in his ears, greeted warmly while patting him on the shoulder.

"A a yah" he stammered the man before him.

"How are you, son? When did you get here?" Ask Darma's father to look gently at Gunadh.

The man smiled wryly.

Can't Darma's father see the black ring under his eyes? Does it still look okay? Do I need to talk about asking how it is?

"Thank God I met you here. So there's a chatter buddy." Kekeh Darma's father, unaware of Gunadh's rigid reaction, may be uncomfortable at this time.

Looking wildly in various directions, for what reason.

"This is said by his co-workers Nandita, some of whom have business partners Murat and Eby. Everyone smiled kindly at me, but I felt uncomfortable. Maybe because I don't really understand their language." Darma's father continued to speak, with his hands on Gunadh's shoulders.

The man's smile seemed careless, telling the poor man who would soon cry blood watching his beloved girl wear a binding ring from someone else.

'why do you talk so much, why not calm as usual?' inner Gunadh who felt reluctant to respond to the middle-aged man's curses.

While Darma's father glances at the look on Gunadh's face, which is expressionless. There was a faint thin smile rising at the corner of his lips, which Gunadh was unaware of.

Darma's father takes Gunadh to the table where his wife and uncle Murat's family are. Introducing the man as his guest from Indonesia.

"Maybe some of you already know who this guy beside me is, but this one he's here as my guest." Speak Darma's father with English that is quite fluent.

Gunadh wanted to shout loudly, if he was not just an ordinary guest who had flown all the way across the continent, just to witness this engagement.

"I'm Gunadh, the man Nandita loved so much and loved that girl so much." Gunadh extended a hand.

"I came here to pick her up, to take her home to a place, where she should have spent the rest of her time. Not with a stranger, but with me, in my house." With an annoying grin Gunadh still did not lower his hand, still measured towards the middle-aged man sitting next to onty Eby.

"Don't fuck around here! Remember you are just a newcomer! Eliminating you forever from before us, even from the surface of this earth, will be very easy for us to do." The man with emotion.

With Gunadh's outstretched hand, the man rose to approach Gunadh.

A grandmother who still looks fit at her old age also rose, staring sharply at Gunadh.

The woman had not yet said, Onty Eby preceded her.

"Sayang sudaaah ... Not in ladeni. Remember this is our nephew's important event." Onty Eby held her husband's arm, holding him back from getting involved in the event.

But Gunadh who is emotional, it first beat the man who is still dashing at his age who is no longer young.

"Mas Gunadh ...!" The scream of a girl from behind stopped her movements.

Gunadh turned his head, but he had not yet been able to breathe, a slap that felt very hot landed on his cheek.

Mundah jerked, reflex his hand touched the cheek.

"What's wrong with Gunadh?" The soft voice of Santi's mother, greeting her sense of hearing, made the man smile stiffly.