Call Me Rain
Alula Disappears Again

And, this is where Mirza is now, standing in one of the rooms that the WO team has prepared. A special room to decorate the groom. The man stood up straight, looking at his reflection in the mirror. Countless times the man smiled.

Is he really getting married today? any more?

Yes, marrying the woman who once made him almost go crazy, for he suddenly disappeared without leaving a trace to make him so empty.

Is it true that his dream of living happily with a loved one will be real?

"Thank you," he said to one of the team of stylists who had just fixed the location of the chain dangling in the left pocket of his chest.

"Sir, sorry. Can I really do the rags too? let's not sag down later on sungkeman's show."

Mirza nodded, and a second later one of the WO team returned to correct what he thought should be done.

"Well, I've."

A few minutes later, he was called out of the room because the entire wedding procession was about to take place. Pa Sanjaya, Mama Indri and other relatives have first gone to the place where the agreement was carried out.

With a white bandage, which is combined with white pants. And a rag wrapped around the waist up to the knees, and a bendo of a similar color to a rag was perfectly placed on his head.

Mirza walked gallantly towards where the agreement was carried out, her confidence increased many times. His smile expanded, his chest slightly puffed up, proud that today he will finally marry his woman.

"Fuck, ugly really, you" sizzled Marko as he passed by the bride-to-be.

It was not an insult, but rather a compliment from a friend who did not want to admit honestly what he saw.

"Damn." But the remark had no effect whatsoever for the groom's salon. Mirza chose to sit back in one of the chairs that were not far from the guarantee.

"Si Martin's still on the road, just a little later." Marko sat down next to Mirza, who was waiting to start the show.

"Bodo very, I didn't expect him to come." It was a lie, the fact that male friendship was like that. Another in the mouth, another in the heart.

Clearly Mirza was eager for those closest to her to attend, witnessing firsthand her happy day. He wants, the happiness he feels today can also be felt by everyone.

Likewise with Martin, his best friend since they sit in High School. Since continuing to study in the neighboring country, this friend has rarely returned to Indonesia. Even when Mirza married Gweny, Martin did not come. Just send a flower arrangement, also some gifts as a wedding gift.

Really, what kind of friend is he? he thought.

Who is strong to see his loved one marry someone else? Obviously Martin would prefer to go as far as possible, not wanting his heart to be hurt. He only came, when the news reached his ears.

"He's your best friend.yes .. Although lately he's a real jerk never come back to the endonesah." Mirza laughed at the grunts of her best friend.

"Bodo amat, you're aja. I'm not." Mirza glanced in annoyance.

"By the way, I go along on a whim, finally you can ahem-ehem." Marko punched the white-clad arm slowly.

"Fuck you." They laughed again because of Marko's chattering with his style of rancidity. "Thanks yes, I didn't expect to get to this point." Mirza reviewed the smile.

"It's time you pay, the days are heavy when you're not next to him!" Mirza just smiled in response to Marko's words.

After waiting for a while, finally the marriage contract procession will be carried out immediately.

The long table decorated with white cloth wrapped around each corner has been stored perfectly in front of the pelaminan, a living flower arrangement with various colors stored beautifully on the table. There are also six chairs wrapped in white cloth, decorated with a rose flower arrangement on the back of the back of the backrest.

Mirza sits opposite Abhi's father who will be the marriage guardian for Alula. The seats on the right and left sides were occupied by witnesses. Mirza's confidence suddenly wafted, replaced with an endless sense of nervousness. I don't know why it feels so stressful. This is his second marriage.

"Are you ready, Emir?" ask a ruler who sits next to Abhi's father.

"Prepare, sir," he answered nervously.

"Don't be so nervous, dong. Just breathe!" the Exclaim Pa penghulu. Mirza just grimaced.

It makes Marko itchy to want to tempt the groom. But he did not do it, because if this marriage fails, it is certain Mirza will kill him. Marko was horrified.

"Why Pa?"

"This ... two thousand five hundred grams of gold?" abhi's father's forehead frowned. His eyes blinked a few times, afraid that he might see wrong.

"That's two kilos and a half?" ask one of the witnesses.

"Du–two kilos and a half?" Father Abhi's eyes instantly fiddled.

"It's not wrong Pa, Alula deserves it." Mirza smiled with understanding.

Ah yes, Abhi's father forgot, that the man who was going to marry his daughter was the son of a well-known industrial businessman who owned a cloth factory everywhere. In fact, since Mirza joined his father's company, the father's business has grown more rapidly. He can work with foreign companies, because he has several acquaintances when he studied abroad. It was only fitting that the man gave such a fantastic dowry.

"Can it begin?" pa's voice pops out Abhi's father's daydream.

Abhi's father nodded, clasping Mirza's hand to begin the ijab. He smiled as he felt Mirza's palm feel cold. However, he also did not deny that he was so nervous, because this is the first experience at once will be his last experience of being a marriage guardian.

"Son Mirza Permana Mahesa, I marry you to a son named Alula Raina Sofyan bint Abhi Sofyan with a dowry of gold of two thousand five hundred grams, cash." There was a tremor heard from the voice of Abhi's father, he felt he was also happy to release his daughter.

"I received the marriage and marriage of Alula Raina Sofyan bint Abhi Sofyan with the dowry, cash." with one breath Mirza managed to say kabul.

"Huh?"

"Well." Right."

The cries from the witnesses sounded so pleasant in Mirza's ears, she was finally able to smile full of relief. But unlike Father Abhi, he slightly lowered his head to sound his eyes that began to heat up.

"Thank God, Barakallahu ...." Penghulu began reciting a do'a for the newlyweds.

"Now the bride is here to sign her marriage certificate!" exclaim Pa penghulu.

One of the WO team went to call Alula who was still in one of the rooms.

Mirza waited for Alula's arrival with a thumping heart, because since three days ago, they had never met. In fact, Alula seems to have deliberately switched off her phone so that Mirza can't reach her.

Indeed, Mirza was very upset, why the woman would just obey the words of Mama Indri and choose to perform a ritual called 'pingitan'. It makes no sense !

Three minutes of waiting, but it seemed that Alula was still not out of her room.

Five minutes ...

Ten minutes ...

Mirza began to fret, several times he corrected his sitting position. It really feels so long.

Suddenly he saw Marko with a grim face, looking at him.

"Alula doesn't exist" he said without a voice.

Mirza's chest suddenly rumbled, her hands clenched, the veins in her jaw stiffened.

No, Alula couldn't have left him again, could she?

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