Pamite
110. Unprepared

"I think this decor is already good, Sis. it's still festive, it's luxurious, elegant. There's red carpet too, less fancy what?"

"No, I don't want this one. This kind of decoration is very common.it has been used all the same my friends, do not want, I want a different one. Show the other Ma'am. Which if it has never been used or not many who use it," Pinta Rifki on his wo.

"Good, Mas. I'll show you."

Dara clucked in annoyance. Since the beginning of taking care of her wedding, whatever she wants is always contrary to what her future husband wants.

"This is some new decor we design and also not many who use this. Because this is really new. Maybe there is something in the heart of Mas Rifki and also Mbak Dara."

"Which one, Dek?"

"Still need my opinion? Just choose what I choose and not your taste. You, marrying alone isn't the same as me."

"Astagfirullah. Not that, Deck means. You know for yourself, is our marriage awaited by many people from your family my family especially. I want our wedding wow, it's just a matter of decor, you lash. The deck you choose is already widely used by people, Dek. Don't you want our marriage to be any different than the others?"

"If you use a lot of people, that means it's good, right?"

"Yes know, good. There is no harm if we wear something different than others. This is also a good choice, yuk. Don't snatch mulu, yeah. We have to choose this now that we don't have much more, Dek."

"Yes you work mauh, so anything all mepet, right?"

"Yes, sorry. Sorry yes, I take a holiday near the wedding day, so later after marriage I have a lot of time for you. If I take a break from now after marriage I go straight to work, which one do you choose?"

The two people who were waiting for them to decide on the decor just stared at them with a smile. The husband and wife are adorable in their eyes.

"Yes have chosen the wedding holiday." Dara answered the origin and was upset.

"Good then. Choose another decor yuk, you see first dong."

Dara said, she turned her gaze to the laptop screen that had been on the table since.

And on her wedding day, Dara and Rifki wear dresses, decorations and everything comes from their minds. No one leaned one.

Today is the day that Rifki has waited the most in her entire life only today she wants. Sitting together at the table with the people he loves is a very calming moment for him.

Ever since heard one legitimate word from some tips this morning. Their hands never come out anywhere and at any time. Always clinging to each other, as if nothing could separate them.

"Sit down, Dek. If you're tired, you've been standing up."

"My head is a little heavy, brother. Don't know why you're suddenly dizzy."

"Well, we'll go to the room if so. Let me tell Bang Jaka to our mother. Sit here for a minute, yeah."

After negotiating a little with her mother and sister-in-law Rifki returned to the fold and took Dara for a break.

"Want if Brother's friend is here how? I don't see you when we go to the room right now."

"You're more important, Deck. How do you even think about me."

Not long after walking, they arrived at their rooms that had been decorated in such a way by hotel officials. Many red roses are scattered in every corner of the room and also the mattress.

Rifki covered the bathroom. Change clothes quickly and also remove the thin makeup on his face.

While Dara was still sitting pensively on the edge of the bed facing the mirror at the dressing table. The fall was really heavy. Actually Dara was not ready to do the first night tonight, the trauma of pain that he felt that night was still in fact imprinted until now.. But she was also too afraid to tell the truth, she was afraid of disappointing the man, the man who a few hours ago became her husband.

Dara was still daydreaming when Rifki came out of the bathroom.

"Well, why haven't you done anything yet?"

"Huh? Yes, rest, brother. I'm so tired."

"I've helped you sit here!" Rifki pointed at that chair in front of the dressing table. With doubt and the burden of thought that Dara walked slowly towards the dresser.

"What the hell is it, Dek? How could anyone think? We are now husband and wife, it is not good to hide anything. We have to be open and trusting each other because that is the most important foundation. What's up?"

Rifki who intended to remove the attributes of Dara's head immediately shut down, because seeing his wife was like thinking of something. He sat down on his knees in front of his wife and clasped his hands tightly.

Dara could not tell the story, her mouth seemed to be locked tightly. He felt sorry if he had to tell this to Rifki, the eye beads he saw were so sincere and patient to make him pity.

"I am, actually I am. I'd better get changed, brother, it's too heavy."

"I helped you."

"I can, Brother. In my head, there is nothing, just a hijab doang I can alone. I'm going to the bathroom for a second, yeah." Dara hurriedly headed for the closet and walked quickly to the bathroom.

It makes Rifki so wonder, what is it and why his wife suddenly changed?

A moment later Rifki did not want to think about negative things. He tries to throw away the negative thoughts and also think positive things. He took his phone at the table and put himself in bed playing the phone.

Rifki turned her head as soon as the bathroom door opened. Featuring the figure of Dara who has changed clothes and also took off her veil.

With a pink pajama patterned with small flowers hesitantly Dara walked towards the bed. Waist-length hair downwards was jet black, indeed Rifki was completely unnerved by what he saw.

"God, my wife's beauty. Sit here, Dek sits near, Mas." Rifki patted the mattress next to her.

"Favor, Brother." Dara was so scared she sat beside Rifki.

"Mas. From now on call me, Mas." Pinta Rifka.

"All right."

Rifki grabbed Dara's long hair and played it in her hand.

"Harum, I love the smell."

"Mas, I'm not ready to give you your due now, I'm still traumatized by such intense pain." the words just slid in Dara's mouth as if unconsciously. A second later he realized what he was saying, as he looked up at Rifki. The man just kept silent and looked at his wife flatly.

(No need to protest with this conflict, because it will not last long only a few more chapters will go to the end of the story)