Unified By Marriage

Unified By Marriage
Not wanting to remember the past


This morning the three of them were getting ready for a vacation. The clock was still showing at six in the morning, but Abel was already excited.


"Alright, come on guys don't be lazy!" Abel was very excited, while Syakirah and Kiya just turned away lazy faces.


"This bell is still six in the morning. Don't you know?" Kiya asked Abel to make sure.


"Indeed, but our journey will be very long because I want to visit places with you. At most we'll be home by night. So you guys get ready!" Abel.


"What!" Kiya and Syakirah are in disbelief with Abel. Where would Abel take them to go home at night?


"Here you take a shower and get ready!" Abel.


Syakirah immediately went into the bathroom, while Kiya was waiting for Syakirah, there was no way that they would take a bath together.


***


They were ready with their clothes. Syakirah with jeans and a white shirt, and do not forget also the white veil, like his heart. While Kiya with a blood red robe and long black veil. Kiya likes dark colors. And, Abel with a fairly bright pink robe and a veil that matches his robe.


If you ask why does Syakirah wear jeans? Why not wear a robe like Kiya and Abel? That's because Syakirah doesn't really like to wear a robe while on vacation like this and usually he will equate his destination with his clothes.


The three of them were already in the car and were preparing to start their journey.


"Huh! Your clothes are so flashy!" Abel commented.


"You said we'd take a walk and go home tonight, right? So I put on my pants so that I wouldn't be too hard to drive and walk around. Don't blame me for why I'm wearing clothes like this, it's because you told me we were going home tonight!" Syakirah demands Abel.


"Yes you're right, we're going home tonight. I don't blame you either." Abel.


"Then shut up and tell Syakirah where we're going!" kiya was upset.


"Yes yes. First we'll find food first. I have a subscription to a nice satay stall here." Syakirah obeyed Abel's desire to find his satay stall.


They stopped at a pretty crowded roadside satay stall. Though it is still morning but there is a satay seller that is open at this hour.


"This satay seller is open at six in the morning until nine in the evening, so you don't need to be surprised" said Abel who seemed to know the contents of Kiya and Syakirah's mind. The two of them just nodded in response to Abel's words.


After that, they looked for a seat and called the satay seller earlier. Abel spoke Madurese to the seller, because Syakirah and Kiya did not understand Madura so they kept quiet. After recording their order, the seller returns to prepare their order.


"Do you still not know the language of Madura? I have taught you before." Abel.


"Yes, we still can't." Syakirah. Abel just nodded.


"Strue, how's that br*ngs*k guy doing?" Syakirah who heard Abel's question immediately stopped playing his phone.


"Why are you asking me? Was I ready, until I found out what it was?" answer the Syakirah ketus.


"Don't ketus that way. I'll just ask." Syakirah did not comment on Abel's words.


"How can a beautiful and kind woman like you be toyed with by br*ngs*k men like her?" Abel.


"Digig!" Kiya.


"Yes yes. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." Abel. Syakirah just sighed tired. After that, their order arrived and they ate their own food.


The three of them had already gotten into the car and were getting ready to start their journey.


"Where are we going Bel?" syakirah asked Abel before he planted the gas.


"Actually I want to go to Bukit Tinggi Daramista, but do you want Syakirah?"


Syakirah immediately gloomily heard Abel's request earlier. It's not that he doesn't want to go there but if he goes there, then he will remember his past when Ahmad expressed his feelings.


"Sorry Bel, I can't seem to go there. Even though I tried to forget it but I still couldn't. I've been there alone to try to see if I feel strong or not, but the truth is I can't. I don't want to remember my past." Syakirah smiled as she recalled her past.


"What! So you've been to Madura when you broke up with Ahmad?" Abel.


"Yes, you still haven't come home from the boarding school. I told Kiya's sister that I went there, but I forbade Kiya's sister to tell you." Shakira. Kiya was concerned to see Syakirah but she kept quiet.


"Oh so yeah, sorry." Abel.


"It's okay." Shakira.


"Then, how about we go to the Mall instead? We go to Bangkalan Plaza Mall only, after all we never go there. How's it?" Abel.


"All right, we'll just go there." Shakira.


Finally, they began their journey with jokes and laughter. Abel often joked Syakirah, which made Syakirah laugh.


***


About two hours drive them to go to Mall Bangkalan Plaza, and finally they arrived. They got out of their car and headed to the Mall.


They take a walk to the Mall, sometimes Syakirah see accessories that look unique to him. They stopped at a women's clothing store. They looked at the clothes in the store.


Her clothes are fine, but will Kiya's sister wear this kind of clothes? syakirah said in my heart.


Kiya was very enthusiastic about seeing the clothes, but sometimes he thought if he deserved to wear clothes like this?


"Sister, buy a shirt or two like this. Wear it at home. I know you really like this kind of shirt, so there's no harm in buying a shirt like this. You can also wear a long skirt when you wear something like this" Syakirah advised Kiya.


Kiya seemed to think with Syakirah's words earlier. Suddenly Abel patted Kiya slowly on the shoulder, which made Kiya surprised.


"That's right, there's no harm in buying clothes like this. After all, the clothes are also covered and also long sleeves, right?" added Abel.


Kiya seemed to think for a while to consider the advice of Syakirah and also Abel.


"Alright, I'll just buy these two clothes." Kiya decided. Syakirah and Abel smiled in response to Kiya's words. Finally Kiya bought two clothes that are slightly large size from her body, so that she does not show her body shape when wearing clothes earlier.


Seriate......