The Wedding
9. Wedding Day

After the last few days of meeting Fariq, I tried to live my life as normal and as good as possible even though I still couldn't lie to myself that I still loved him very much.

I walk down the city streets this afternoon, usually I take the bus to go home. But I don't know why today it feels like I want to enjoy the afternoon on foot and then I will continue my journey home using online motorcycle taxi.

My phone rang, there was one incoming message.

From : Faza

Daisy, any time tonight to have dinner together?

To : Faza

I can, I just happen to not be home yet. Whereabouts?

From : Faza

At the dinner we met yesterday.

To : Faza

Okay.

I put my phone in my blue dongker bag. I went straight to where I had dinner with Faza for the first time.

Arriving at a place to eat that serves typical Indonesian food, I chose a seat by the window, because I like to see the scenery outside the window, see people walking busy with their respective activities.

Ten minutes later Faza came to me.

"Have you come from here?" ask her and sit facing me.

"About ten minutes" I replied with a smile

I just stared at him, preoccupied with my thoughts, maybe he could replace Fariq in my life? my question is in my heart.

"Daisy, I have something to talk about" said Faza, his face looking calm.

"Yes, what's wrong?" much

"You want to marry me?" she asked, still with a calm and unceasing face

I was surprised to hear Faza's very sudden words, he had absolutely no stale bases directly speaking to his core. Like a butterfly flying in my stomach. There's a sense of pleasure, of great surprise, of not believing what's going on, of mixing into one.

I stared at the fork in front of me. I bow my head. Can't talk shit.

"I'm sorry it's too sudden for Daisy. We know for a long time, there are yes about three years know, but indeed we have never been a road or close relationship before, we walk also only once, yes, but I guess we should just get married?" ask her again.

"You're not wrong? You think you're mature?" ask me to doubt

"Yes already. Talking to my parents and my family, they agreed. It is time to get married at our age. You like me?" faza

"She likes it" I replied briefly, because I couldn't say anything more.

"We don't need to date first, it will only be a waste of time" continued Faza

"I'm going to go to papa's mama first, whether they agree or not" I replied

"of course. You give me the news that you have received an answer from your parents yes" his face still looks calm, no tension or nervousness visible from his face.

I hesitated, but I thought that this was my prayer. I married someone I at least liked. I haven't fallen in love with Faza, because I promised myself I would love someone again just to my husband. Enough for me to feel such great disappointment and such excruciating pain because I fell in love with the wrong person, for me to love my husband is to love the right person at the right time as well.