Among the Million Love
Chapter 14 ~ The Duda is Papa Bella?
Dena kept her words, at eight in the morning she had already come to my house. Today is the weekend, mom and dad including me are at home to spend the weekend together.
“Ma, Dysa says yes first. Accompany Dena choose wedding dress.” My love for mom and dad sitting on the living room couch.
“Oh, yes-yes. Well Dys, Dena just want to get married, when?” Mama began to relapse with the question, I felt I had surrendered myself into the crocodile hole.
“Next year, Ma.” Reply origin.
“Alah, don't give much reason to you yes. Edwin Kasian already want to wait for you.” Mama says.
“You until when you are single, do not need much reason to want to make mama and papa happy. You just marry Dys, it's happy parents. Mama and Papa must be happy because you are not single until old age.” Continue Mama.
“I mean Mama, Mama is worried that Dysa is a spinster?” I asked to argue, though,
“Yes so,”
“Ma, what is still the time of the term spinster? What is the purpose of marriage? If Dysa isn't ready, what's to force? There is not a blessing because of the intention of worship but suffering because of force and not because of sincerity.” I tried to explain the contents of my head, not his time anymore to be afraid of a soul mate who did not think had come and not yet.
“Alah, you feel smart because medical graduates so always want to argue Mama,” ketus Mama.
“Ma..” Papa softly break.
Fortunately there was Papa. Batinku.
“Pa, Ma, already yes Dysa and Dena go first.”
“Mari Aunt, Om.” Dena's turn, maybe Dena can only shake her head to see the sparks of my action and Mama's, but for me this is commonplace and my food every day.
After that, we headed to the yard and continued the journey using Dena's car, while I was driving it.
“Where are you, Na?”
“Butik Permata, I do not know the place anyway but I am given the address. Here see GPS.” Dena offered her smartphone.
“Ih, this is out of town. Crazy loe ya?” Ceplosku,
“Dys, how are you doing? You protest a lot.”
“Repot very out of town everything?” My chirps.
“Well this is essentially for the bride and groom, the more tired the more feel so the bride tau no!?” Dena with fashion debated it.
“It's different, huh? So, if the bride is just a party without a reception means that there is no essence? What does dong feel like? Kan equally dalias as well,” kilahku.
“Yes, it's the same rich pager ayu. No feeling, it should be made tired first only later ngrasain that enjoy.” Answer Dena typical of adult thinking.
“Liar thought lo!” Ketusku.
Three and a half hours drive but did not arrive, either the wrong direction or I misunderstood the road.
“Where the hell is it? It has arrived in this area.” Twirling the steering wheel, dozens of liters of gasoline drained and dozens of gas stations have been visited but not yet arrived at the destination.
“Bentar Dys, I asked the same ayang beb I first.” Answer Dena.
“Crazy, not yet anything already aja beban aja.” Dumalku.
Dena told me the details of the location, until we finally arrived in front of the building that displays the name of the boutique ‘PERMATA’ on the wall of the two-story building. From behind the glass wall there is a row of kebaya displayed on the manikin lined there.
“Until, Na.”
Park the car on a large area in front of the building. Not yet after removing my seat belt, suddenly a familiar man approached us. Dena cheerfully got out of her car and walked up to the man.
My lips are soft, saying,
“Papa Bella?”
“Dys, come here!” Dena shouted, a knotty smile attached to my lips. I didn't know that Dena knew Papa Bella, were they brothers? Does Papa Bella own this boutique? Or don't tell me if she's Dena's future husband? But wait, is he really Papa Bella?
I stood near them, then one of my guesses was correct when Dena bluntly said,
“Dys, this is Mas Denis, my future husband.”
“Handsome ‘kan?” Lirih Dena near my ears.
I gawked, almost earlier I greeted the man with greeting ‘Papa Bella’ but I pared, not wanting to ruin everything and wait for the truth of what Dena's relationship with this man is, but I said, dena once said that her future husband had no children. Who is Bella? Did that guy named Denis hide the truth about Bella to Dena? Or is Bella not her child? Who was Bella's mother
“Dys? How to daydream?”
“Dys?” The question in my mind came to a halt as Dena nudged my arm with her elbow.
“Ohh, yes?”
“You why the hell? Here, acquaintance used to be with my future husband.” Dena extended my right hand forcefully to her future husband.
“Denis,”
“Dysa,”
With a grimacing smile I shook that hand, he made me even more doubtful of my estimation as he put on a face mimic as if he had never met me, a million times I think ‘maybe this isn't Papa Bella? Is he the twin of Papa Bella? Does he look like Papa Bella?
Yeah, I'll just obey. Maybe if the guy in front of me is right, Papa Bella means he has his own reasons for hiding this. Or it's likely that I'm the one who's wrong because I never really paid attention to the father figure of my little patient.
“Yuk in. Dys, help me pick out a dress, okay? You are an expert in choosing a dress that is feminine.” Dena pulled my hand and the man.
The choice of dresses is exposed by the boutique waiter, all looking beautiful and charming.
“Dys, which one? I'm confused.”
“Pink or soft orange?” Ask Dena.
“Hem, any white color is not?” I asked, then some people came after the boutique owner ordered her to bring an example of a white dress.
“In my opinion this is it, Na.” I pointed to one of the white dresses that look different than others, look beautiful and attractive if worn by Dena later.
“But later the show is Outdoor,” Dena.
“Ya, nice dong. White dresses seem sacred and connect in all wedding themes. Isn't it Bu?” I asked the mothers of the employees and the owner of the boutique.
“Try asking the same of your future husband.” I added, and Dena asked her future husband.
“Iya was right, and actually I also like the color white. Nice and clean.” Said the man named Denis.
“So this type only, Ma'am? If yes let's start the measurement,” said the boutique owner.
Waiting for Dena who was in the measurement activity, me and the man were sitting close together just one seat between us. Actually I still doubt the man Dena's husband-to-be, is he really a Papa of the seven-year-old child or not. For a moment I watched her face and appearance as she was busy with her phone.
Whether feeling disturbed or what, the man moved his eyeballs to look at me who was propping my chin looking at him.
“What's doctor Dysa?”
“A..I..” My mouth was open, my eyes were sharply rounded, my heart was pounding as I heard his distinctive voice. My estimation has not been fully answered but has been negligent looking at him,
“A.. a. amps. How can you tell if I'm a doctor?” I stammered and just came out, just like that,
“Hem, Dena told me.” The answer. My mouth that had gaped later.
“Ohh, so ya?”
“Sorry Mr Denis, do you have a twin brother?” Denis frowned, as if thinking hard.
“Sorry, sorry. It doesn't seem like yes? Forget it, I'm sorry to ask that.” I'm the one who doesn't want to prolong the problem.
“Yes, I don't have a twin brother. It's just that I have a sister, but she is a girl. Why?” Answer without me guessing.
“Oh, no-no. I... I'm just.. Hem is not so.” I became a wave.
“Just tell doctor Dysa,”
“Aauuh, hem. I've seemed to have met you, I mean I know a little boy and he has a father whose face is similar to yours, sorry for my conjecture.” I'm careful.
“You mean little boy named Bella?” The question made my mouth open wide again, wide.
“I... iii. yes true. Are You Bella's Papa?” I straightforwardly asked, my arm incessantly accompanying him as the man nodded his head answering my question.
“But Dena said that her future husband does not yet have.” My speech was interrupted by him.
“Let it be my business, do not tell this to anyone without my consent.” Denis said with a flat face.
Like a discourse, I immediately silenced with his words that sounded threatening, his facial water was very different from a papa Bella that I met several times in the hospital.
