The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 43: Memories of it ....

Mesha's yard has been installed by tarup. People started coming to help him. Unpleasant whispers have started to come out. Some people like to reminisce with the atmosphere a few years ago.

In his room, Mesha walked back and forth. He was nervous and anxious. He just wanted to cancel this marriage. However, it does not reach the heart. Moments later, her mother, Mayang, entered with a bridesmaid.

"Dirias first, Nduk. Let it be nice to see that there are already guests coming." Mayang told her daughter to sit at the dresser.

This time, the bridal room looks ordinary. Not like the newlyweds' rooms. It was at Mesha's request. In a sense, he is still traumatized by his previous marriage. Although it sounds strange, but both parents comply with the desire. Even other traditional events are not attended.

Without too much polishing, Mesha already looked beautiful and graceful. Kebaya mint color attached to his body, further beautify the appearance of the young woman.

Sure enough, some guests and relatives had already arrived. Mesha and his parents welcomed their arrival. A big smile was drawn on the lips of the bride when she saw her old friend coming.

"Messhaa!'

"Zafiap!"

The two women hugged tightly while gluing each other's cheeks, chips.

"Finally ..you want to give up your single life again, Sha," teased Zafia.

"Yes, Fia. When did you also give up your single years?" sambar Mayang's.

"When, Bude. Fia wants to finish college first." Zafia smiled politely.

"Your friend was invited in, Cha. Let the same father the mother who received a guest," ordered Mayang.

With Zafia in tow, Mesha walks into his room. Then, he sat down on the edge of the bed. Next to his best friend. Both were long silent.

"Aren't you going to say anything, Sha?"

"What's the matter, Fia?"

"Your feelings, whatever they are. You're not the Mesha I know."

Mesha gave the code with his hand, asking for the tissue lying not far from Zafia to sit down. The girl picked up a few pieces and stretched them out.

"How else, Fia? I've been able to. I can't cancel it now."

Actually, Zafia wanted to tell the whispers of the citizens she had heard just now. However, he thought, that his words later, could have made things worse. He also abandoned his intentions.

"Fia, what am I doing wrong?"

"What's wrong, Sha?"

"I'm scared ...."

Zafia pulled Mesha's hand gently, patting the back of his friend's hand.

"Ssttt! Don't talk about anything. If you are sure, go for it. My prayers are always for you."

Mesha rubbed his nose with a tissue. He also pressed his eyes slowly with the object.

"Don't cry, Sha. Kasian make up artist. I'm putting it back up."

Inevitably, the sentence that Zafia uttered, made Mesha laugh a little.

Then, the two young women who were bound by the bonds of friendship, chatted more casually until almost night.

"You're here, Fia?"

"It's okay, isn't it, Sha?"

"There's no problem. I'll sleep in my bed."

"okay."

After cleaning the makeup on his face, Mesha lay down next to Zafia. They started chatting again until they both fell asleep.

Outside the house, some people were still awake. Some began to arrange chairs and tables, others were busy in the kitchen. The atmosphere was silent, even though many people were there. Occasionally there was laughter of mothers in the kitchen, chatting to expel their drowsiness.

Just as the rooster crowed the first time, Mesha woke Mayang. He told his daughter to also clean up and get ready for the grooming. That day was the day that for the second time, Mesha got married.

Mesha asks the mother and makeup artist to calm down, nor does she wake up Zafia. Withstanding the drowsiness, the woman began to self-contain.

"It's okay, it can still hold, really."

After spending a few hours on makeup, Mesha is already looking stunning with her bridal kebaya. A thin veil made of premium tulle fabric was already draped on his head. The woman is ready for the marriage procession.

Zafia was awake when Mesha was almost finished.

This time, Mesha refused to remove the beaded bracelet that was always coiled around her wrist. He quibbled, it could be hidden behind the arms of his danger.

"But, Nduk .. ndak deserve you to use other men's gifts if you already have a husband, loh." Mayang still insisted on persuading the princess.

"Echa feels comfortable wearing this, ma'am. If Mas Sakha later said his objection, yes later Echa loose."

"Yes already. Mom's ahead."

A knock on the door, making Zafia and Mesha turn simultaneously to a similar point. A beautiful girl, smiling, was standing at the door.

"Grisa! Come in, come in!" take Mesha when you know who's coming.

Grisa squandered, hugging Mesha carefully.

"Mbak Mesha is still just as beautiful. Congratulations, Ma'am. Hope longing!"

Zafia received a gift that Grisa brought after welcoming her.

"It put it here huh, Sha?" The girl placed the gift on a table not far from the bed.

"Yes, Fi."

Zafia asks for permission to leave when Mesha and Grisa start chatting. He did not want to disturb the intimacy of the two young women.

"I'm shocked, Ms. Mesha. So ... really that guy, so Mommy's future husband."

"Yes, Deck. I'm sorry ...."

"Sorry for what, Ma'am?"

"For this ...."

Grisa smiled gently.

"It's good that Ms. Mesha is living her life as she deserves. Mas Gi wouldn't be sad if Mbak Mesha was happy, would he?"

"Oh yeah, how's college? Pleasant?"

"Yes, Mother. I if allowed with father and mother, will mepet mak Mesha."

"Well, do you have a guy?"

"What is allowed?" The soft voice of a middle-aged woman, made Mesha turn towards the door.

"Mother ...."

"Already, it's Nduk! Let me go there, you sit down."

Mesha kissed respectfully the back of the woman's hand. Then they hugged each other.

Mesha sobbed, unable to hold back his feelings anymore.

"It's okay, Nduk. Nothing ... Ndak can cry on your happy day, in addition to the cry of happiness."

"I'm sorry Mesha, all this time never sawan to mother and father. Mesha is not yet able ...."

"Yes, yes Nduk. That's not a big deal. We know how you feel." Maryam gently rubbed the back of her former daughter-in-law.

Fortunately, the bridal makeup that Mesha wears, fastens. He just needs to wipe the soft tears that have already flowed on the cheeks. Everyone has come out of the bridal chamber. Only Zafia remains who is sometimes busy with her cell phone.

Mesha glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. Supposedly, the groom's entourage has arrived. However, until that moment, there was no news. The woman began to be haunted by anxiety. It is ******-*****its own finger. Hope nothing bad happens to Sakha's family during the trip.

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