The Love I Don't Miss
Part 2 ( POV Calina Agasta 1 )

My name is Calina Agasta, 26 years old. One month before my wedding anniversary. Born in a small town, he has been studying since he graduated from college four years ago. And since four years ago, I worked in one of the big companies as a receptionist. And even today, I'm still a receptionist.

My best friend in the land of the region, none other than and not a friend of the profession, Mereen Maulidya his name. We were the same age, only he was 6 months older than me.

One year ago I married a man chosen by my Papa. More precisely Papa's best friend's son when they were in college.

Fate is good, because the man I betrothed turned out to wander in the same city as me. Even our office is in the same district.

When I first heard his name called Papa, I was sure he would be a good priest.

Zio Alfaro, a name that is not kampungan and also sounds unkempt. It's perfect to be the name of my future priest, isn't it?

Papa also told me that Mas Zio was a General Manager. I have my own home in town. Very impressive, isn't it? in the age that has not even 30 years already have a high position in large companies.

But that's not the main reason I'm willing to be in a match. Rather than seeing my two happy parents when I betrothed to Mas Zio.

Moreover, my mother-in-law was sick at that time, and wanted to see her only son married to me immediately.

The next day, I was shown a picture of the man named Zio. He is handsome and looks very smart. Her hairstyle is also very polite. Black straight and neatly arranged.

"Om hope you are willing to be Om's daughter-in-law, Calina." said Om Raihan, a middle-aged man who is now my father-in-law. "Om wants your Om and Papa's friendship to never be cut off!" he continued more than a year ago.

"Yes, Om!" my answer. "Calina is willing, as long as Mas Zio is also willing to marry Calina and be nice to Calina."

"Zio did not reject this match, Calina. He is also a child who complies. She also said. You are beautiful!" my father-in-law smiled happily.

My heart that heard it immediately flowered - flowers. The red face blushed, and these lips could not help but smile. I also finally lowered my head, in order to disguise the shame - the shame I felt at that time.

When seen physically, my skin is not white. My skin is ripe, my hair is long black under the shoulders. Slightly wavy at the end. My face is oriental, my nose height is just standard.

I think I'm pretty for the girl who lives in the village. But if in the city, my face is not comparable. Not as young as today.

For this reason, for three years I wandered, not a single man approached me sincerely. I have never had a relationship with any man in this city.

But I am still grateful, because my beauty and sweetness are natural, natural creation of God. My hair is not a salon.

Hehehe 😉

The wedding day has arrived. I took a week off from the office. I deliberately took it one day sooner, in order to get back to the village faster.

We've never met in person before. Our marriage was also held without engagement. Because Mas Zio did not want to linger - long dealing with matchmaking. So that this wedding day, will be the first moment of our meeting.

I don't want to be in thick makeup, so that my husband will be able to see who I am. Not beautiful because of make up.

The wedding was a title in a building rented by my father-in-law. It just so happened that he was quite a wealthy man and one of the offices in our small town.

I sat in one of the rooms that was already in the box. Especially for me to wait for the process of ijab qabul. From the cleaved bulkhead - a small, faint - faint slit I could see how handsome my future husband was.

Until my ears and Mama heard one sacred word that made me shed tears.

"AH!"

"Thank you, Ma!" I wipe my tears.

"Remember, nduk, you must be a devout wife and obey your husband. Don't argue, and don't get angry. You must be loyal to each other, continue together until old age!"

"Yes, Ma... Calina knows."

I hugged my mother tightly. From that moment on, I was already the property of a man. The 28-year-old girl who just took me legally from both my parents.

I'm not very religious, but a little bit I understand my religious laws. Even though I'm not a hijab woman.

The host asked me to come out of hiding. I went out with my mom.

I lowered my head a little, when I accidentally saw my husband's face. How handsome he was to be seen directly. Folded handsome from some of the photos I've seen.

But alas, the pair of eyes of the handsome man did not look at me who was walking towards him.

Wh why? Do I not look beautiful on my wedding day?

I don't know either. He looks so handsome but so cold. In my mind, maybe he's still awkward with me.

I sat next to her to sign some of our wedding documents. After that we were asked to face each other. Stare at each other to recognize each other's faces.

At that moment, I could see him smiling at me. I too was embarrassed. Then when he raised his hand, I grabbed him and kissed him gently. A sign of respect for a wife to her husband.

I didn't think she was kissing my hand back, with a kiss on my forehead.

My body stiffened instantly. The first time there was a man kissing my forehead. But I'm very proud, because the first man to kiss my forehead is my husband. Not my girlfriend.

After the procession ended, we rested for a while. Guests will arrive at 11 o'clock. Because the building was rented for five hours.

I sat in one of the chairs with Mas Zio after changing into a party shirt. Nothing we screwed. We were just as silent to wait 11 o'clock. Where the time to visit guests is only from 11 to 1 pm only.

Until finally the voice of Mas Zio's phone rang. He took his cell phone out of his pocket. After looking at the screen, suddenly he stood up.

"I'll pick up the phone first!" he said flat to then move out of front of me.

Either as important and as private as what the call is. until - to get away from me. When my mind was filled with questions that I could not find answers to, Mereen came whom I made Bridesmaids approach me.

"Who called him?"

I just shrugged both of my shoulders in response to not knowing.

Mereen looked at me with a difficult look. From the beginning I introduced Mas Zio to her, Mereen seemed to disapprove of my marriage. I don't know why, he said Mas Zio wasn't as good as he looked.

And I started to feel an hour after the marriage contract.

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