SHE'S YOUR MOTHER, NOT MY WIFE.
WEDDINGS

The white dress I wore was a witness to my wedding.

I don't want to be too fancy because it's exhausting for sure, but both my family and Mas Reza's family insist on their wishes. I can only follow.

A happy smiling Davina might be happier than me. I don't know why since last night my heart was worried.

The wedding I was waiting for was bland, like a vegetable without salt.

"Mbak Bella is beautiful, really." she screamed to see me coming out of the dressing room. A little prancing like a kid. Screaming.

I nodded with a smile.

"Well, the bride is ready." Papa's voice from my back.

"You're beautiful, once. Exactly your Mama.." Papa's eyes glistened but his smile expanded perfectly.

I grabbed her hand on my shoulder and kissed her.

"Thank you, Pa."

"Papa me too, wait for it ?" the adorable little scream from Davina made us laugh.

"Yes, honey. You're so beautiful, Papa's son who's fighting." Papa put his arm around my shoulder and Davina.

Enough to make a little more calm my heart that worries erratically.

"Mbak.." cried Glen.

I looked towards him, there was a Side beside him. Hand in hand, the couple is very friendly. Dresses that match up with a suit make it look like a pair of brides.

"Well, whoa.. I'm losing beauty to you, Si." My god made Sisi's face blush.

Sisi took off his armband, "No, maybe. Today the queen is you who may lose beauty, from me." Sisi embraced and kissed my cheek.

"Arg, makeup.." I shouted holding my face.

"Akh lebay, you." Our laughter together.

I'm with Papa and Glen on my left right.

Davina and Sisi were behind me stepping towards the wedding altar.

We waited because Mas Reza was not there. Seemed as if his personal assistant was panicking, I was about to ask but was restrained by Glen.

"Let me, Ma'am." stop it. I'm nodding.

I don't know what they're talking about, Mama Syarina and Papa Abraham look restless.

Glen was visibly annoyed at yelling and swearing at Mas Reza's assistant.

Glen approached Papa Abraham.

From afar I guess it was clear Papa Abraham apologized to Glen while Mama Syarina was crying.

My heart was worried less.

What's the same about Mas Reza. He's fine, or there's a problem.

Papa Surya approached Papa Abraham. Now they speak rather casually as seen from afar by me.

"I'll ask, Glen. You calm down, Bell." said Sisi, I nodded.

Davina clasped my hand, giving me strength even though she was trembling a little.

Without hearing it we could only watch them from afar.

Soon Sisi returned.

Face glum.

I asked directly.

"What's up, Si ?" manya curious.

Sisi shook his head. "What's wrong, Bell. Reza's on his way, stuck" he said.

But I know he must be lying. The look on his face was grim and there were traces of tears in his netra.

I nodded because it was useless if I asked, they were going to hide everything. Let me ask Mas Reza directly later, I thought.

Before long Mas Reza came in a hurry. I saw him in the doorway, tidied up his suit and slightly rubbed his hair.

Ah, it's stuck. The proof is that Mas Reza is in the fog.

But it was different from the eyes that highlighted Mas Reza.

What's with Papa, Papa Abraham, Mama Syarina, Sisi and Glen.

Why do they seem to want to swallow the life of Mas Reza.

Highlight his eyes sharp, clenched hands and reddened face hue. There was resentment and hatred behind his gaze.

With questions in my heart. My marriage is not finished. The kabul and traditions that must be carried out pass by, only.