The Wedding
10. The Wedding Night

Three more weeks is my wedding day. It's been more than six months that Faza and I have been preparing for our wedding. After Faza declared to marry me, my parents agreed and we finally decided to hasten the marriage.

It was like a dream I was getting married. Marrying someone I never thought I would be my husband, because it was my dream to marry only Fariq, I just wanted him to be my husband later, but fate said otherwise, Faza who came to propose to me was not Fariq. I honestly don't know Faza at all. During the six months of getting married, we rarely met, because we were busy with our respective jobs. Exchanging messages only occasionally.

As I got closer to marriage, I began to read a lot and find out about what my husband and wife should do to create a harmonious home life. I find out a lot about marriage from various sources, be it through books, the internet, even I started asking a lot of people who were married first, because for me marriage is not for fun, because for me, not just for a year or two, but marriage for a lifetime.

But my heart started to feel uneasy, somehow I felt that Faza actually did not like me. I could see from his attitude, he did look friendly in front of me, but I didn't see the look in his eyes that he liked me. I hurried to brush off my bad thoughts, if he doesn't like me where he might ask me to marry, I said in my heart. Always try to put positive thoughts in my mind and myself.

I invited Faza to lunch together, we took the time to meet during the break.

It's been ten minutes since I waited for Faza to come pick me up at the office. Before long Brio's car had pulled over on the side of the road, I hurried to get into his car.

Faza looks very handsome, I unconsciously smile at the face of my future husband, the feeling of pleasure spread in my heart, lucky I get Faza, already handsome, very good, friendly as well, my mind.

Fifteen minutes later Faza's car was parked neatly in one of the restaurants that provide typical Padang cuisine.

We sat facing each other and had already ordered the food that would become our lunch menu.

Faza was busy with his phone, I just kept quiet, my eyes to the left and right, confused as to what to do while Faza was busy replying to messages on his phone. It sucks, if there is time to meet me even busy with his phone, I grumbled in my heart.

"WO (Wedding organizer) is ready, the invitation is ready, everything is ready, something is missing huh?" I said open the conversation.

"Hmm yeah, it seems like it's gone" replied Faza, putting his phone on the table. Before long his phone was vibrating again signifying incoming messages.

"After we get married, do you have anything to ask about me?" much

Finally our order came, I saw Faza who had started eating his lunch.

"Do you like me?" many bright.

Faza was silent, I saw a faint smile on his face. He didn't give me an answer.

"Faza, do you like me?" rework

"It has to be disclosed, right?" answer's flat.

I pulled the mafas and exhaled it violently. Somehow I felt annoyed by Faza's reply and attitude.

"Is there still unfinished business?" ask me again

"Dikantor?" ask plain faza

"Not about the heart. Is something unfinished? For example, you are with your ex or before proposing to me, someone likes you or you like someone else. If there is unfinished business, finish it first. I don't want after we get married, there are problems coming just because of the past or unfinished business" I explained at length.

"Ooh.engga no kok" replied Faza briefly.

I just try to be patient and quickly finish my lunch.