The Door of Destiny Removing Single
Episode 32
ENJOYING THE SHOW OF DESTINY
Today I'm getting ready to attend my best friend Deby's wedding reception. Since Hafiz's departure, I've been more comfortable going anywhere alone. Similarly, today, I am not at all awkward. Reception is planned to be held in a building located quite far away. Actually both my parents were invited, but because today my father is not well, my mother accompanied him and I also left alone.
Deby's been keeping my feelings in check. If only Hafiz was still alive, surely we would both be in the ranks of bridesmaids. But with great heart, Deby negates the bridesmaid. This is how my best friend takes care of my feelings.
I'm done getting ready, as soon as I get in my new car. With confidence I leave. Medium-sized gift parcel scrolls that I wrapped around purple ribbon, Deby's favorite color. Hope he likes this gift. Had crossed my mind, lazy to meet with Tama, worried he was still worrying about the incident at that time. A few weeks after Hafiz's departure, Tama had invited you to get married and intended to leave Deby. I think a hard slap that I broke in his cheek was quite a lesson, because since then he no longer bothered me.
The 30-minute journey passed, and I arrived at the reception hall for Deby and Tama's wedding. There was a great tremor in my chest as I walked closer to the place where both the bride and the parents stood happily. It was as if the entire decoration of this room was also mocking me. I have to be strong, for Deby's sake. My best friend is happy and I have to be there for him. I stepped steadily.
Uh, looks like someone stepped on the end of my dress, fortunately I immediately realized and turned my head, if not for sure my dress was torn. There should be no incidents on this happy show.
“Mas Farhan??”, I was surprised by the figure who stepped on the end of my dress. My anger changed with sympathy.
“Dea.., oh sorry yes. I really did not accidentally”, said Farhan then thrust his hand at me and I also welcomed him.
It turned out that Farhan was the leader where Tama worked. Why is there such a coincidence? The permianan of destiny is always extraordinary. Up and down like a roller coaster. This handsome and dignified figure bewitched my attention. If some time ago I saw it in a cool and cool look, this time even cooler level. His suit looks so fitting in his athletic body.
It may be true said people, cool widows are more seductive than simple single men. The contents of my brain were contaminated by Farhan's sight. Immediately I returned to my consciousness and accepted Farhan's invitation to meet the bride and groom together. This kind of walking adds confidence in me.
As soon as I approached the bride, I caught Tama's eyes looking surprised wrapped in dislike. Instead, Deby showed an incredible happy expression. I hugged my best friend and congratulated him. Deby slipped a package inside my small bag and whispered
“doesnya will work soon, so do not need to be stolen but I entered the bag yes mbak..”.
I pinched it spoiled…
The myth of stealing this bride, I don't think it's gonna work on me. That's okay, I take it as Deby's affectionate sign to me. After taking pictures and enjoying the meal, I went home. Without me noticing, Farhan followed my steps towards the parking lot, I turned around and deliberately waited for him. This time we walked side by side. This handsome aura is indeed alluring, plus a distinctive fragrance that becomes a stimulus for each nose to approach.
As soon as I entered the parking lot, I saw a luxury car parked one car away from my car. Surely the owner is not an ordinary person, there is a driver who had been there. Suppose that……
“you brought your own car?”, Farhan asked me as soon as I pulled out the car keys. I replied with a nod.
“As my apology, have stepped on the tip of your pretty dress, can we just chat for this sunny afternoon”, a sweet offer slid off Farhan's lips.
Actually I want to accept straight away, but my prestige vein is still quite strong. I gave a hesitant gesture, then glanced at the watch in my left hand.
“Two hours only, I’m promise”, said Farhan clenched his two hands. A sweet and alluring aura emanated clearly there.
What dream did I have last night. This handsome prince appeared so miraculously. The interior of the car is luxurious and the smell is alluring, giving comfort to me. Nervousness suddenly struck me as soon as Farhan started to open up the chat, even if it was a small talk. He asked me about my favorite color. Of course I who do not have a specific color preference, answered accordingly. I said I like any color, as long as it looks pretty.
Farhan parked his car, apparently he took me to a boutique. I became curious, staring at his handsome face with a question. I hesitate to go down.
“An apology, for the dress I stepped on by accident”, Farhan replied to my question gesture and invited me to come down. This time I got the jackpot. Just because the tip of the shirt was stepped on by this handsome widower, I got changed clothes from this expensive boutique????
Maybe this is a fortune, I did not refuse and followed Farhan's steps. But I didn't want to rush over and leave a bad impression in front of Farhan. It could be that he just meant to know my true nature. But for what? I don't know, I've been inside that fancy boutique. All my life this time I entered this boutique. Brands are famous for this undoubted quality, becoming a mainstay of high-end fashion lovers. This cool widower guy has a classy taste as well.
Farhan subtly refused an offer of assistance from one of the employees there, choosing his own clothes that he thought were suitable for me. Three clothes were offered to me, I responded with a smile. Surely I do not want to be rash, let alone give the impression of matter to him. Actually, of the three clothes, I like the maroon most, but the other two clothes are also good.
As soon as Farhan was busy picking, I quickly grabbed the price tag. Ahhhhh!!! Cold heat instantaneously my forehead, 8 digits for a piece of clothing??? I gulped violently and tried to calm myself down. Farhan turned his head, with the choice of a fourth shirt and handed it to me. I smiled again, this time Farhan gave a code to the store clerk to help me try on the clothes.
A memory flashed in my mind. This kind of treatment I once received from men who had filled my days, as if this was dejavu. But I hope this time it doesn't end the same, or maybe I better hold myself back from hoping.
One by one I tried on the shirt and I showed Farhan. Surprisingly for the size of a stranger, I found it normal to show Farhan such a scene. After I tried it, I changed my clothes back. After coming out of the dressing room, I walked towards the sofa where Farhan was sitting. There are four shopping bags with boutique brands on the side. I hesitated a bit, he bought all four????
One dress just requires me to save 2 months salary, this is 4 clothes???
I hesitated to look at him, but Farhan replied with a smile. He helped me carry those bags to the car, I was still mute. Farhan drove his car to one of the coffee shops, only about 15 minutes away from the boutique.
After I finished ordering the menu, I ventured to ask.
Dea : ”Emh..it seems too much what Mas Farhan bought for me, I became very sadong”
Farhan : “ Of course not. One dress as my apology, another one to thank me for past events when I helped Jasmine. One gift dress has accompanied me to attend the reception, and another as a sign of our friendship”
I still gawk at her explanation, that much????Beneficent or missing this handsome widower. Raining me with gifts, even in just two meetings??
Of course I tried to resist subtly, however, such an expensive gift was certainly not common for the size of a new cloud. But again Farhan insisted, if I do not accept his gift he considers me not to be his friend. Of course I'm not.
I finally accepted the fancy gift. With a happy and suspicious heart. I hope this guy has no other meaning. Hope so. I drank the greentea I had ordered, while Farhan was apparently busy contacting someone. I try to respect his privacy by looking the other way.
Turns out he was making a video call with his daughter Jasmine. Tell me that I am with me right now. What a dream dad. I secretly admired Farhan. A little daydreaming and fantasizing, until in the end, I alone broke the daydream.
