Wedding Dress

I again paid attention to the gown pengantin was white tusks spread beads. I just took him from my customer's tailor. We for a long time subscribe to, since my mother just married my father. Possibly they were the couple pengantin that was very happy. Had three children, Putra's one and two daughters. Ah, I want to like them. To parents from my children in the future. But the hope was obliterated when I fell headlong in a fake marriage. At dusk had closed his orange screen since eight hours passed. The relatives and my relative have gathered. Some they prepared food for the guest and other guests. The shed and the blue tent have stood in halam in front of our house. Janur yellow waved-lambai was blown the wind. But until this I did not find the Khaidir noose. The man who will marry me.
My eyes not the power avoided the round of my thoughts, although still be reminded my message of the mother four previous hours. "Sleep, Nur." Already the hour of two, you must rest, tomorrow you will make preparations with the wedding. But I did not care. I was still gazing at the gown pengantin I who tomorrow will be put on by me in my body hollow. Up until dawn I still sat personally in the sofa samping the window of my room. Could not was counted by me how long I there while gazing at the front page that was seen dry. Gazed at the ocean and boats that leant and wobbled supple in the quay nun far apparently there, several kilometre from my house. The small wave struck-mukul his body. The small silhouette of boats apparently from the distance. Half moons and gemintang depended above. While voices geliat the night could not penetrate the window of my room glasses. The protracted then night in solitude, is as quiet as my heart currently.My marriage will with Khaidir take place tomorrow. But up until dawn Khaidir did not emerge by me. What on earth that happened. Did Khaidir go with the other woman? Or he deliberate postponed this marriage until he was finished ended his economic scholar? But precisely I wanted this marriage immediately to be carried out although without my parents's blessing that actually. I took vcd from my makeup drawer. I not want to protracted in my concern would a marriage. It was just honest that I was very nervous with the agenda that was very sacred like this. I put vcd in dvd player mili I. The gift from Khaidir, our time deliberate went to the cassette shop and vcd in my city. The small city near the coastal coast. Although some people in my village more chose to live as the fisherman and went to sea, but they from time to time wanted to enjoy the atmosphere of my city.
Voices in vcd that whined-ngiang on my ears. Ah, increasingly quiet my heart. Voices in the box of glasses that presented the moving film young children several years set. The love story that was broken up by the misfortune that was pointed in the death of the Young Man, although both of them succeeded in escaping from the accident that sank the ship congkak Titanic. The hour of death picked up the tired young man and too much was sound asleep in the surface of the cold ocean. Tragic. However the Girl stayed loyal in his love, although sheets of snow crowned him. Loyalty that was held in the lasting necklace was still being kept in his heart memory. Loyalty? Still is there? One fatamorgana the love that again slapped my awareness about the love. Was the love available? Oh, the gown pengantin I. It was just honest, I not fully still believed in the love since my marriage be destroyed-merged in the calculation one minute. The marriage that indeed not was prepared by me with the love properly, except for I want my relations with Khaidir to receive the blessing of my two parents.
I knew the man in a party agenda pernikahaan my friend. And he who introduced me with Khaidir. My heart was elated when I gazed at his face that really captured my heart. Shook all of my pivot. And I chose him as my sweetheart. However my parents denied I went out with the man. They really not a seven. Khaidir, a veteran artist. Many mengalunkan poetries about the love and the life that very fatamorgana. Love loyalty and the novel dime that millions dialunkan. Love loyalty? Still loyalty was heart pearls of each human being? If only deaths were the sword of the spirit of the unitary arbiter, why did disloyalty like that arbitrarily dictate a separation? Where the love? Where pearls? Possibly you currently keep the love pearls, that were teenage kupinta from the Lord. Teenage, since sinking him the feeling of my love. In my age that berangka twenty-five, still were looked for by me the pearls among the man who was met by me in this world.
Although the love shone. I want to come back menyusun ruins kepercayaanku to the love light. The wind at dawn made the reflected concrete forest shiver. Embraced by me warm myself while my view was not free from lights around the quay. The sweetheart, if your boat also did not come to together with a sheet of letter was married that was signed by our parents, and indeed finally must was realised by me that words loved you only hallucinations, possibly must was accepted by me the invitation rose the other male boat that really was willing immediately brought me sailed, came home, and the love was obtained by me also. Truly, I already did not keep for a prolonged period berlelah-tired in this quiet waiting loyalty.