
Aditya read the newspaper in his hand. His heart is sick because his lover will soon be proposed by a young businessman named Zaini who is also the son of a Palembang nobleman and a wealthy businessman. Today he feels his health is back to normal and intends to return to Plaju to continue his life by concentrating fully on his work and trying to give Sita to other men.
Aditya immediately prepared and stepped away from the hospital that had been taking care of him for almost a week.
" You're ready, Dit...?" Hendra picked up Aditya who will be back today.
Aditya nodded his head.
THE RESIDENCE OF SULTAN MAHMUD MAHSYUR
A beautiful girl named Sita was sitting in front of the mirror. Her face looks haggard even though everyone tries to comfort her while decorating the inai on her hands and feet. The Betangas ritual is now being undertaken, where a bride-to-be is required to beautify themselves with various treatments carried out by a custom makeup artist Palembang. When her marriage with Zaini will be held in two days, Sita is increasingly depressed and feels deep sadness because who will be her husband is not the man she loves.
" How is your fate now mas, are you healthy...?" he said softly while looking at his own face from the reflection of the mirror.
" There is this apo, why does this beautiful bride always shed her tears...?" ms. Madah the bridesmaid looked astonished to see the sadness on Sita's face. Unlike other brides-to-be who always have fun waiting for the event will be his wedding. Bu Qayah whispered something in Madah's ear so that the makeup artist stopped asking about what happened to Sita. Madam Madah was also bearded and understood him now.
" Mother....?" Sita turned her face towards Mak Qayah who was standing looking at her.
" Let's love.this is mak...!" " Is there apo...?" Mak Qayah approached him and hugged Sita's shoulder.
" I want to go to the front yard, just for a minute..mak can deliver right...?" Sita said as she looked at her father Qayah.
" Of course, let's drop you off...!" answer mak Qayah.
" Sita just wants to find fresh air, ma'am, the orchid flowers that Sita planted seem to have bloomed, may bu...?" said Sita.
" Alright, but don't lamo ya boy, this you haven't finished it...!"
" Yes, ma'am..!" Sita nodded her head.
The residence of Sultan Mahmud has a spacious courtyard, Sita who likes orchids always take good care of her so that the orchids are blooming beautifully. At the Betangas event, Sita's entire body received special care for the bride-to-be, now Sita let her wavy black hair down past her shoulders while kissing one by one her favorite orchids. Mak Qayah smiled at what Sita was doing.
A vehicle engine sound makes Sita stop its activities. The voice was familiar to his ears. Sita walked quickly towards the fence to look for the source of the sound.
Aditya gasped to see the face of his lover behind the fence of the residence of Sultan Mahmud Mahsyur which has been visited by many people. Sita looks very beautiful with her hair left unglued. Aditya immediately opened the car door to meet his lover but his arm had been pulled by someone.
" You said you've let it go, don't you meet again Dit, it'll make your heart hurt even more...!" hendra said preventing what his best friend would do. Aditya was silent, the shadow of him getting a blow when Sita maintained their relationship made him realize if he met Sita again.
" Of Aditya...!" Sita tried to call her lover. Sita was sure that the person inside a black taft was her heart's lover. But the car is now driving and does not ignore the call. Mak Qayah immediately approached Sita who was now crying.
" It's a pity..it's not Aditya is not.believe the same mak...!" Mak Qayah stroked Sita's face gently and tried to calm her mood because everyone would notice them if Sita cried loudly. Mak Qayah invited him back into the house.