The Wedding
11. Missing you

White wedding dress that I wear today wrapped my body beautifully, hair neatly arranged to make me look more elegant, peach color themed makeup also looks very suitable on my face, perfecting me on this special day. I look so pretty. Perfect.

Today is my wedding day with Faza, right.Someone who never crossed my mind or my heart, I will marry him. But today I am legally the wife of Mr. Faza Biantara.

I was warmly welcomed by the Faza family, especially her younger sister, Bianca, who is now twenty years old. He felt very happy to have an older sister, it just so happened that my relationship with Bianca had been well established from the beginning of our meeting. Faza was only two brothers with his little sister.

Garden party is very neatly arranged and beautiful to complement the wedding of my dreams, everything is done according to my wishes, I also pray and hope that this marriage is the beginning of happiness between me and Faza.

I walked up to Faza who was busy chatting with his friends, with a sweet smile I greeted them, I thought Faza would introduce me to his friends, he said, but Faza just greeted me back and went back to talking to them.

My heart was a little disappointed, but I hurriedly erased that disappointment, maybe Faza did not want to be bothered by me first, my inner self. Then I left Faza and his friends.

Bianca who saw her brother's annoying attitude, ran over to Daisy who walked towards the empty bench located not far from her place.

"Hi, Brother Daisy. Join the yuk" Bianca pulls Daisy's hand and begins to join the Faza family.

Finally our wedding was over, we prepared it for about seven months and the party only lasted for five hours.

Arriving at Faza's house, I got out of Brio's car and pulled out two of my suitcases. Faza said I did not need to bring a lot of stuff because everything was available at home, finally I only brought clothes and my needs.

I walked through a beautiful garden, not far from the main door of the house was already visible. Faza's house was simple, not too big but not too small. We entered a house that was all neatly arranged and nuanced in black and white. The first floor there is a kitchen, a bedroom that is used as a guest room, bathroom, tv room and living room, on top of which exactly on the second floor there are two main rooms and a bathroom inside.

Faza and I immediately climbed the stairs, arriving at our main room, I began to feel my heart pounding, deg deg deg deg deg. I'm trying to calm down. Kulirik Faza who was unbuttoned in his sleeve, his face looks relaxed, I can even say his face looks cold. There is no happiness because you just got married. But I'm getting stifled. It's the first night of fighting, I said in my heart.

"You want to take a shower first?" ask Faza.

Faza's voice roused me from thoughts that had drifted far away.

"Who took a shower first? Me or you?" tanya Faza repeated his question.

"That's okay, Mas Faza first" I said trying to calm down.

After marriage, I committed myself to calling Faza Mas Faza, as a form of respect for my husband, even though we were the same age.

"Okay" replied Faza flatly.

Then Faza went inside the bathroom. I began to panic because it was time for me to let go of my most precious possession. Fifteen minutes later, Faza was out of the bathroom, wearing a towel around his hips. I suddenly shifted my eyes. I hurried into the bathroom.

I looked at my body in the mirror, well I'm ready to take it off tonight for my husband, I muttered.

After finishing the bath, I came out the bathroom was complete with a pink nightgown, I saw Faza was busy with his phone even he did not glance at me at all.

Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes, one hour, Faza was still busy with his phone, still not talking to me. I was just sitting on the bed, Faza was right next to me but I felt alone. The hour hand already showed ten o'clock at night.

Duh.want what time it starts, I said in my heart.

"Ah it's night, yuk we're sleeping" Faza laid his body and his sleeping position behind me.

I'm speechless. Baffled. Usually the newlyweds on the first night will do a "wedding party" with their partner in the room, spending a night filled with love. But this is what? I had been waiting for him from an hour ago, ignored because he was busy with his phone, now he immediately left me to sleep.

I tried to calm down, put positive thoughts in my brain, maybe today Faza is very tired, maybe tomorrow he will invite his "first night" I said in my heart.