Wedding Dust's
1. Nadya Ayunda

...Everything will turn to dust. I'm. Ye. We're. Even our marriage....

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This is the fifth year. Yeah, to the fifth and we're still on track and the same lane. Hasn't changed.

At first, I thought everything would be fine when we married people who knew well and knew our personalities a long time ago. But it seems I was wrong to assume that because all of that didn't happen in my relationship with Bagas, the husband who used to be my best friend.

It is undeniable that he is indeed the Bagas I have known for a long time. Comprehensive Bagas, good Bagas, Bagas who is always there when I need, and Bagas who is said to love me.

People say, friends are the people who understand us the most in any aspect. And people also say, we are lucky if married to a friend. Because without us starting with a new life and status, we will still be the same person.

Same. Hasn't changed. Including Bagas who still loves his lover.

I cooked his favorite seafood fried rice for breakfast this morning. He asked for it last night, after our bed duty ended.

Ah, for that one problem, we can't dodge or lie by saying things with a denial. We're doing. Just doing, no purpose whatsoever. Just for fun, says the kids today.

“I overtime, Nad.”

Somewhat disappointed anyway, because I want to take her shopping monthly needs that began to empty in the kitchen pantry, but she first preached the word 'soft'. In fact, it's Sunday night. If it used to be— when we were still in office in school—he would take the time to come home, ask permission from my mother and father to take me to go for a walk. There is no other purpose than to seek fresh air. Or, we spend time at the roadside coffee shop until ten p.m. As a pair of close friends.

“Eum.” I replied briefly, would you like to talk especially? He's an important person in the office, if I'm selfish and force him to come home quickly to accompany me shopping, his reputation and work will fall apart. I don't want that to happen to Bagas, the man I've always cherished as the head of the household.

“You?”

I walked towards the dining table while carrying a large bowl of fried rice that I had just finished making. “I? What's with me?” ask pleasantries. Never mind, I'm tired of this kind of dialogue on Sunday night. This is all common.

“Need something? I'll go home from work and buy it?”

I smiled wryly. Bagas, Bagas. What the hell are you? You want to bribe me?

“Ngak.”

Said the office guy I worked for, my face was scary. Exactly like a thousand-year-old ghost cave inhabited by invisible natural people who can rampage if disturbed, and will scare them if they see with their eyes.*jang. Wow, that bad, huh? But why did Bagas say I was beautiful?

Besides being scary, I am also a typical person who is easily changeable mood. If it was cooking I was seneng instead of playing, now, fitting to eat, I want to get angry and goiter. For Bagas.

“Yes already, what dinner would you like? I'll be bawain.”

Compared to me, Bagas has always excelled in speaking. Or am I the one who talks too much? I don't know. Sometimes I think that God is fair. So, the point is we can complement each other. Usually said people. But, do not blame me if it is too berpatok with what people say, because that is how the community life system works. Examine what people say.

“Ndon't need. I eat at home.”

My answer was able to make Bagas look at me for quite a while. I know he's watching my expression right now.

“You angry?”

Tuh, right? He is indeed a very sensitive person.

I raised my face, putting on as normal an expression as possible so that we wouldn't end up tense. Ah, this one is also common. We used to check the mouth if the difference of opinion, then I ended up silent and he was also silent for the next few days.

“Ngak, Gas. Udah ah, breakfast.”

I grabbed the rice pitcher and filled my own plate, not with his. Which of course makes Bagas more aware that my mood that was originally good, has now turned into bad.

“Nad,”

“Gas, already. Yuk breakfast.” take me peace. I don't want my mood to get more chaotic and impact my work in the office.

“I'm really overtime. There are some jobs that were not completed yesterday. So I decided to overtime at the office rather than work at home and disrupt ka—”

“Yes, I know. Office is more comfortable than home, right?” my sarcasm. I don't mean to talk to him, but I'm basically a blunt person, so yeah.

I decided to start scooping the rice and was about to devour it. But stopped by the low voice of Bagas that I knew clearly, he was also in a bad mood because of the sentence I just said.

“What do you mean? You think I'd rather be there because there's Hera?”

Any more? Why do I have to say his name?

“Bagas, I told you I—”

Stop. I hate that phrase.

Intentionally, I put the spoon on the plate with a fairly rough movement to cause a fairly loud clink. I swear by anything, I hate it when Bagas brings the woman's name into our conversation. Moreover, the sentence that had just gushed from his mouth.

“So how do you want? Separate?” my words are already upset. I can't think clearly and say the original sentence full of emotional stress that has peaked in the crown.

“Kok you even said that?” bagas said a little snapping to make me a little surprised and my eyes widened towards him. We often had a lot of fights, but never got this far.

I even smiled slanted in front of Bagas who began to ignite emotions. To be honest, I was scared. Afraid that my words would become real because of his anger.

Then I clucked, wanting to finish by going from the front of Bagas and getting ready for work. But Bagas doesn't want to end. He stopped my steps with his heart-wrenching words. This was the first sentence that left me so devastated and devastated at the same time, as far as I knew him.

“All will turn to dust. I'm. Ye. We're. Even our marriage, if you keep accusing me like that.”

Damnit damnit!!

I look rough. Either Bagas still thinks I'm pretty or I'm not. Perse*tan. I was hurt by those words.

“So, it's because of Hera, right? Because of that woman, right?” accuse me, as he accused. “Bagas. I married you, because I loved both of our families until I gave up our friendship which became like gini.”

Bagas looks to tighten his jaw. And it managed to make my leg bones vibrate. He never looked so angry.

“I know, you still hope that you can be with Hera—”

“Who said? Huh?!” he said with a tapered tone.

“You snapped at me?” cold spoken. I can't smile this time. Bagas has gone too far to hurt the feelings that I was trying to keep strong and not fragile. I rubbed the tears that suddenly fell from the end of my eyes.

“Nad, I don't mean to snatch you. Sorry, I—”

Again, I cut his words. “Hera. That woman is always in your heart, right? I wasn't. And forever, I will not be able to be in the position of the woman.” continued I was already emotionally upset. Too desperate for reality.

“Nad,” called him, gently as he walked closer to me, trying to touch me even though I was quite rough.

“Do not touch me. Shit!”

“Nad,”

Bagas tried to pull me into his arms which made me cry as much as a madman.

“If you really still hope to live with him, as unwillingly, let me go first.” my sharp words full of emphasis that managed to make Bagas stop his efforts to reach my body. Perse*tan. I don't care if he's going to tell me anything. I don't care. I'm too hurt to accept the fact that she still expects Hera to be her life partner. Why would I say that? Because I heard it for myself he said it in front of one of his friends, some time ago, in front of my eyes. “Remove me from this sickening marriage bond, so that I will no longer be tormented by my one-sided feelings for you.” I said as I looked up at her facial features, as well as pointing at his chest with a slight push so that he understood what I meant. The rest, it's up to him.

I passed, went out from before Bagas and would probably avoid him for a long time. Maybe Bagas will do the same, until we can really decide what the fate of our next marriage will be. Should it be real and stay together?

Or lost in the wind like..dust? []

^^^to be continued.^^^

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