The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 45: De Javu

"Geez, Yuyum! I'm up to pangling." Mesha received a hug from his future sister-in-law filled with relief and excitement.

"Yes, people say that at the wedding, the manglingi nganten his prospective manten somehow, also manglingi," said Zafia.

After Yumna greeted the two women, she sat on the edge of the bed with Mesha.

"So suddenly our car broke down, Ma'am. So, everybody get off the car. It's weird, but it's usually okay."

"How serious? No one picked up, Yum."

"We're panicking, Ma'am. Because before the strike, there was an explosion. So, on scattering out."

"Ah, my goodness! But not why, right?" Zafia started to get curious.

"Luckily there's nothing, Fia. It's just that, said the mechanic there is a problem with the engine or what that is."

"Ah, good."

The sound of the hijab-kabul from the groom, has been heard from the loudspeaker. Instantly, the three women fell silent. Mesha's chest cavity rumbled. Whether happy or worried, the second time he got married. Then give thanks when the sacred moment is over.

Gending Kebogyro sounded timid. Someone asked Mesha to come out to hang out. Zafia and Yumna held the bride's arm. Walk slowly like following the rhythm of Gending. Behind them, line up bridesmaids.

Sakha did not blink as she looked at Mesha. For some reason, in her eyes, right now, the woman looked even more beautiful. A smile rises from the man's lips.

Mesha walked so gracefully as he headed towards the pelaminan. He went through a jerer procession, in which the two brides were reunited, then sat together at the temple. After that, it is connected with the customary procession in general. Suddenly the weather became bad. Overcast, the strong wind almost knocked down the tarup. Guests are in disarray, running here and there. Some residents, calm the frightened.

By force, the series of wedding thanksgiving events accelerated. Some guests shake hands and greet with the bride and groom as the rain winds subside. Mesha disguises her worries behind her bridal makeup and her smile. Like knowing his wife, the man grasped one of the woman's hands. Trying to calm.

Mesha turned his head as Sakha's hand clasped his hand. The man smiled.

“No need to worry, all will be fine,” entertain Sakha in a soft voice.

The woman nodded.

A girl walks towards the car. Both brides, recognize him as the one who made trouble for them in the office first.

“Congratulations to Mbak and Mas. May it last.”

“Thank you, Ms. Marisa.” Sakha and Mesha answered almost simultaneously.

After the event was over in the afternoon, the few remaining residents helped the Bagas family clean up the remnants of the party. While inside the house, the besan family still did not move. Wiryawan's family had come home after greeting the two brides and praying for them.

Yumna was unceasingly teasing her brother. They both argue with each other. The atmosphere of both families warmed. Mesha likes to see the closeness of the two brothers. However, actually, deep down, he was very worried. The woman's hand rubbed the bead bracelet behind her evil arm.

The sky was orange when the group of people say goodbye home. Mesha asks Yumna to stay overnight, but the girl refuses, arguing that tomorrow she will return to her campus.

Sakha does not want to let go of his wife. Constantly holding Mesha. He does not care about the plaintiffs or the families who still live there. Including some of Sakha's male friends.

"Ceileh .. no longer jomlo years old, continue to hold, like a trailer." Laughter explodes in the living room because of Radit.

As the afternoon progressed, Mesha felt very tired. She told her husband to go into the room first. Sakha did not mind. He said he would catch up soon.

Mesha sat in front of her dressing table. Looking at the reflection of his face that is still wrapped in make up. He breathed a sigh of relief. Until now, everything was normal, nothing bad happened, other than the rainstorm.

For a long time, Mesha looked at himself in the mirror. Until he felt a strange. It was like someone was standing behind him. The woman kept looking. However, there was no one there. He intended to release the sundhuk mentul, a flower-shaped metal accessory that stuck in his condenser. Suddenly someone held her hand.

"Let me help, Dek."

Mesha was relieved that the hand was the hand of her husband.

Sakha looked at the circular bracelet on his wife's wrist. I don't know why he was disturbed by this. Then, he remembered the story of Zafia. That made him a little angry.

"Daddy, I don't like looking at that bracelet. Isn't that a bracelet from a man of your past? If you don't mind, will you let go of that thing?"

Mesha. The smile on his face faded. It was hard to let go of that thing. However, he remembered in his own words, this afternoon. With an annoyed face, she took off and placed the bracelet on the dressing table before her.

Sakha caught the expression of his wife's dislike. He turned the woman's body, facing her.

"I'm sorry, if my request makes you uncomfortable, Dek. But, right now, I'm your husband. I don't want my wife to think of another man. Go, smile! Don't pout that."

Mesha felt a stinging heat on his shoulder. He thinks something is wrong. Without heeding the words of her husband, she took off both hands that held her arms.

"Mas, Mas Sakha. Go, leave. I feel something bad, please go first, dodge for now!"

Sakha did not understand Mesha's current attitude, instead hugging the woman.

"I'm just asking for a little thing, Dek. Why are you so angry? Please forgive me. I just ...."

Mesha thrashed, he was getting hysterical. Sakha did not know what the cause was, but his wife kept shouting, like driving someone away.

"Go! Go ye! Don't bother him! Step over my body before you harm it! Go!" Mesha shouted, pointing at the man dressed in all black who smiled broadly at him.

However, in Sakha's eyes, he saw Mesha point his finger at the empty air. As the man tried to calm the woman down, he was thrown, crashing into the wall with a loud thumping sound.

Mesha ran over to her husband who was lying in pain on the floor. Obstructing the pale-faced man earlier who was grinning. However, Sakha's body suddenly floated up, as if suffocating, she had trouble breathing.

"Down him! I beg! Lower them!" Shouted Mesha.

Too late, Sakha was out of breath. The door was broken from the outside. All eyes were on Sakha who was floating in the air. Then the body fell back to the floor hard.

Mesha screams in frustration, feeling like he's failing again, saving the man who married her. Regardless of anything, the woman ran through the crowd of people in front of her room. Some people who tried to catch him, he fought.

Mesha ran and kept running. Kebaya bride and all the remaining accessories, still attached to her. He even raised his rag so that he could run.

As soon as Mesha ran, he realized that he had run away. He saw a stall on the dark side of the road. Hiding in his corner, hugging his knees, crying loudly. It evaporates all his emotions.

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