I looked at the face of the red hooded girl standing opposite me. The skin is not very white, the nose is also not very high. In my opinion, there is nothing interesting about the girl when compared to my lover, Reza.
The petite girl that my mother would match was just a junior high school graduate. It's very far away from Reza who is a teacher. Far from my criteria.
She smiled as mom looked at him. "What's your name?" the mother asked the girl who didn't dare to lift her face looking at me at all. Maybe it's because she is not very beautiful, so that she feels ashamed of me. That's my thought.
"Yasmin, Mom!" replied Yasmin in a soft voice. A very beautiful voice, different from her ordinary face.
It wasn't until this time that I heard a voice as soft as Yasmin's voice.
"What a beautiful name," my mother said praising her.
After a fairly long talk between Yasmin's mother and uncle. Finally, the wedding day was determined by a traditional elder in yasmin village. That's the custom here.
"The wedding can be held next month at 25, friday," said the old man who seemed to be focused on calculating the wedding date according to the traditional beliefs of the area where I live.
Mom frowned, the woman who had given birth to me seemed unsatisfied. "Can't it be accelerated. Next month it's too long. Isn't it faster that's better?" said Mom.
I looked at Mom upset. But the woman didn't seem to care about me.
"Yes, you can carry out the wedding in two weeks. Sunday, it's also good," replied the old man, who is none other than the traditional head of our village.
The girl silenced her mouth holding back a laugh. While I just kept muffling the annoyance in my heart over an arranged marriage I didn't want.
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As per mom's request, my and Yasmin's wedding will be held at my residence. Mom said, because I am the mother's only child and Yasmin who is also an orphan girl. Let it all be one in our house.
What made me not finish thinking was Yasmin's decision to accept being made a wife under my hands. Is the woman not afraid, if at any time I could have left her. What a fool that girl is!
The stage of the pelaminan has been decorated so magnificently. The beautiful and fragrant flowers are also decorating. The big tent that mom rented is already a luxurious building. The loudspeaker sound has also been turned on if in my house he is having a large-scale party.
Colorful flowers have been neatly lined up along the entrance made to welcome guests who come. Such a beautiful preparation without anyone knowing if I only married Yasmin under the hand. Unfortunately the girl, had to be a victim of my and mother's selfishness.
I sat listlessly looking straight at the pelaminan before me. I had my face with both hands on the table.
'That's for me and Reza for sure I'm going to be a very happy bride.'
"Bagas! Don't just daydream. I know you already getting married?" said the friend who helped prepare for my wedding.
"Ah, you're Dimas!" I replied smiling slightly. Even though at the moment my head is throbbing indefinitely.
"It must be that you are so happy that you can marry Yasmin. In addition to her being beautiful, she is also an independent and obedient girl in worship." Dimas kept praising the girl I didn't want at all.
I just threw a smile at a young man who was much older than me.
'You little boy,you won't be familiar with adult affairs. I'm going to be unlucky to marry Yasmin, there's nothing to be proud of her.'
The smart thing in my trouser pocket kept shaking, I immediately grabbed my phone.
[Sunshine]
The name flashes on the screen followed by a vibration that has not stopped.
I pressed a green button on my phone screen. Then, attach the phone to near the ear.
"Honey, are you in purwodadi?" said a female voice from behind the phone.
"yes, I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye to you, there was a sudden business," I replied lying.
"Oh, no wonder, I've been waiting for you at school since just now. But you didn't come," Reza retorted. It's not uncommon for the girl to ask where I am. Is it possible that she missed it?
"I'm sorry, baby!" I replied indecisively.
"When will you return to bojonegoro?"
That's right,surely Reza is missing me.
"I don't know baby. Since my business is not finished," I replied unable to be sure.
"Anyway, you have to go home on Monday. I've missed you so much, Bagas." Reza's voice sounded spoiled.
I exhaled a deep breath. It's not uncommon for Reza to say Miss like this to me. Does he feel if I am sharing his love.
"Baby, why shut up?" I was eroded.
"I, I'm not feeling well. I take a break first, baby. Tomorrow I will contact you," I said before ending the call.
"Alright," Reza retorted.
My heart feels sad, if only Reza hadn't been like that. It must be me and him are married and happy.
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"How is Mr. Bagas ready?"
"Bagas, replied?" Mom pinched my waist irritably. It dawned on me, if I was currently at an important event in my life. A wedge.
"Ehm, yes sir!" I replied quickly.
Reza's shadow filled my brain. Her laughter, her spoiling, even when the girl was angry just because of trifles to me.
Sick!
Pain!
Is like being stabbed with a knife. The love I was fighting for, it was precisely me alone who destroyed it at this time.
Penghulu took my hand, making me come back to my senses. His gaze was sharp towards me full of confidence. Soon he will surely read the vow of marriage to me and Yasmin.
"Mr. Bagas is ready?" said the confident ruler.
"yes sir!" I said.
Penghulu began to utter the words of the sacred promise of a lifetime between me and Yasmin. If after today we will take care of each other in difficulty or pleasure. Will take care of each other in sickness and health.
My heart was pounding. Seeing Yasmin's sweet smile suddenly my heart hurts so much. There is guilt for Reza, there is happiness for mom and Yasmin.
The girl with the white veil sitting beside me immediately grabbed my hand and kissed the back of my hand with kitmad.
I kept quiet unmoved, until the mother sitting behind me pinched my waist.
"Kiss Bagas, kiss!" ordered Mom after I made a lifelong promise with Yasmin.
"No, mom!" I retorted whispering.
"Hurry up, Bagas!" mom forced me.
Doubtfully curbed Yasmine's face. It wasn't until this time that I stared at Yasmine's face up close. It turns out that Yasmin looks sweet even though her skin is not as white as Reza.
I dropped a kiss on Yasmin's forehead. Instantly her face flushed blushing with shame. While I am, what is this? Why is my heart beating wildly. What? No, I must not fall in love with Yasmin.
"Remember Bagas this is just a play and it's all going to be over. Only Reza you love," I whispered reassuring myself.
CONTINUED....