best friend's husband

There were 29 messages and 11 missed calls. Deliberately, let me not bother with that impossible request.

I have cultivated myself with a million motivations, forgetting and getting rid of what people say. Life is taken casually so that you are at peace.

"OK." I looked in the mirror a kebaya with a typical Indonesian batik skirt.

I immediately took the bag.

"Quite a long time, apparently in the middle of preening." I saw Dicki wearing the same clothes as me. Yes, this is the kebaya couple that was ordered from a well-known online shop.

"Come on." Dickie nodded. I shook her head preparing the car? Base.

***

Ira's wedding reception was held in a five-star hotel. The ceremony was held this morning and I was the keeper. Feeling nervous, he said to practice.

We entered the room. Dicki's hand held me until I approached a pair of people who had tied the knot for hours.

"Happy." Dicki patted Fahmi's shoulder. At the time of the contract, he didn't come because he had an assignment that he couldn't leave behind.

"Hurry up."

Dickie just laughed.

"Eh, you're coming to catch flowers, aren't you?" Ira looked at me.

So jostling? I shook my head.

"Hurry up!" Ira pushed me a little. Was just about to comment, but Dicki already brought me down. Taking the very back position then the presenter began to declare.

Weddings like this are tricky! Later, if I get married, I just want a contract, there's no need for a party, let alone a traditional wedding. My modd bida was destroyed first.

"Three...two...one!"

"Yes!"

Yep!

My net was rounded when the bouquet of white roses was in Dicki's hand.

"For you." Dicki handed it to me.

If you get flowers tossed by the bride, is it a sign that it will quickly follow? Myth!

"Thanks," I said and walked over to the chair. Not comfortable with people's stares. Very annoying!

Take a glass that is still intact and then straighten it up to the toilet.

"Fun! Hurry up, here." I snorted in annoyance as the bride and groom approached me.

"Where will you go next? To Bali, where are you on your honeymoon?" I asked.

Ira shook her head and rubbed my arm.

"What do you want to do?" asked Fahmi.

"Running your honeymoon!"

They laugh.

"Ziel, let's dance." I shook my head. Let alone dance dance I can not.

Please! I don't want to embarrass myself.

"I can't," I whispered.

Too late Dicki had pulled me onto the dance floor. The other guests stepped aside leaving room only for us.

"Me, teach. You just follow," said Dicki softly. He put his hands on my waist reflexively I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Slow down, just follow me." I kept my eyes down and stared at my feet to avoid the tragedy of being stepped on.

"Ziel, is the floor more interesting than mine, heum?"

I shook my head and looked up. The music took away my nervousness, Dicki's smile made me more confident.

Dicki closed his eyes as if he was enjoying this situation.

Dance? This is the first in my life.

I feel heavy on my forehead. This net was rounded when Dicki was pressing his forehead.

"d**k?"

"Hmm."

"Yes, yes," I said.

He opened his eyes and nodded before ending himself making me spin like a princess and prince fairy tale.

A thunderous applause greeted us. Ah, I'm ashamed to be the center of attention.

"Your dance isn't bad either," whispered Dicki.

***

Knock-knock!

Why, the hell, Dicki's habits have not changed! Don't know the time when visiting sucks. It's still early, the chickens have just come out of the coop.

"What?"

Uh?

Not the man in the usual striped clothes.

Since Ira's move to her husband's house, I was alone and that was Dicki, who almost every time came home to see how I was doing.

The madness of my two best friends never changed. Masa, Ira invites me to live together? I certainly refuse what people say later.

The scent of masculine perfume and suits has been neatly attached.

"You have a cellphone to provide information, why don't you answer or answer my calls?"

"There's no law that obliges us to return or ignore someone's calls."

Mas Lucky gritted his jaw. His anger was obvious, but I was no longer his puppet who would conform to his authoritarian nature.

"Follow me!" His strong hands had dragged me.

I struggled, with all my might until this body was in his arms.

My heart beats fast. It still feels the same. I'm nervous.

"Free!"

"Come with me! Fadillah wants to meet you," said Mas Lucky.

"Free!"

"That's enough! Two weeks is more than enough for me to let you go, now come with the bad girl."

I feel like ripping off those lips! Why are the words that come out like they are not filtered first?

"Bad woman? Why are you silent? Feeling?"

"Enough!" I threw his hand away. He smiled mockingly.

"Naughty women." He repeated the sentence again. My body is already shaking. No Ziel! Don't cry it just shows that I am weak and he will be very happy.

My tears are laughter for him.

I quickly ran, but my hands were grabbed again.

"Bad woman, but a coward. Always running from anything." Mr Lucky smiled. Why did Allah create a devil with a handsome face hi