Chapter 3-Her monologue

Chapter 3

"Oh God…. You're beautiful !! It's so lovely, May Allah bless onto you!! Woah!!" I were wrapping a shawl around my head, had time to praise Shafiqah's appearance that appeared in the reflection of the mirror. I shifted, looking back at her. The feeling of wanting to pinch her fluffy cheeks.

Shafiqah's high like a female model, very beautiful and elegant with a long dress that she is wearing at the moment, Beads and sequins at the waist and around the crystal beads on her sleeves, very charming. In fact, a shadow from my point of view, she seemed to be a model who was up on stage.

I'm excited, when looking at her. The tone color of the dress and the shawl, have the same colour. It doesn't seem in vain to have a gala night tonight. I thought, this night was eat and going back like a normal dinner. Because tomorrow, I want to go back early.

Like a dreaming, i watched Syafikah who was getting ready, my heart was pounding with sadness. Probably, the reason after this. Each of us will go back and move on to the previous life. Wherever that is in the realm of the household, take care of the children and the family. Whichever work, will face back the face of the employer from morning to evening. It was a short time that's has really passed.

"Hei aunty, why you so daydreaming. We're going late." She pated me on the shoulder.

I'm smiled at her. Just thought, if i born to be a guy, maybe i make her to be my wife. Heh!!

Unbelieveble!! Why i have to said it like a some old pervert. Never said it again. The shawl, i clipped with the neddle, and make my shawl look nice on me.

"You're looking good, this night." i said honestly to her. Can't look away. Shafikah smile, and sometimes she look annoyed with what i said onto her. And, even she make a funny look in front my face.

"Please, be honest. What did you want from me?" she's asked. With her's joke, she's said. "I will give you more foods, tonight." We're laugh together.

"Alright!! i will eat a lot, this night." i'm giggle. My face, blooming with the joy and laugh. I admit that's she has a charming and alluring. Even, after we have long time to seen it again. She is the same. And, somehow. We're always loves her too.

Hasliza, was going before us. She told us, she have something need her to finish because dinner and the hostel was manage by her. We're undertand, even my chorus was done. We're manage them perfectly.

"You don't have a dress?" Syafikah's asked, when she saw me wearing slacks and an empty shirt. Her face, dissatisfied with my appearance, tonight. Too simple, like going to a meeting at work. Then, her suitcase was carried on the bed. Her hand, ripping through Her suitcase.

I shook my head. "I forgot, darling oi… It's okay. I'm wearing this too, I'm thankful enough to have a shirt. Besides, luckily the color of the hood and the color of the shirt are almost the same." I said. I know, she's looking for something for me.

I face the mirror. Uneven foundation powder on the face, on a flat broom. "Yes, let's go. Maybe many have arrived." Said me, just after tidying up my appearance and face in the mirror, for the last time. The tip of my eye, glancing at her actions.

Syafikah's business. Looking for something for me, even though it had been many times, I tried to stop it. I don't want her to give me, her dress. "What are you looking for?" I asked, who was already moving to the door. Just a question, even if I already know the answer. It's okay, I want to persuade her to ignore my appearance. Nobody wants to see it.

"Every once in a while." Shafiqah unloaded her clothes. The items he was looking for were not found until he had to unload all his clothes on the bed.

"Honey…." Called me, who was already downstairs and was putting shoes on my feet. I don't want to bother her. Plus, she's tall and I'm short. Sure, the dressing gown would slip to the ground.

Syafikah's voice was heard cheerfully in the homestay room which I could hear clearly from below. I shook, with a small sigh. "Yess, I've found it. Hurry up !! Go up!" Shafiqah who appeared in front of the door, hurried down the stairs, pulled my arm, followed her. "Wear this. It must be beautiful !. I think it suits you." Point it at me.

Long skirt, two layers like a pink mermaid tail. Gulp! I swallowed. My eyes were round when I saw the long cloth that was too bright.

"Seriously, you want me to wear this long skirt ?. It's not funny, baby." The long, bright pink skirt made me shake unwillingly. Too stand out. After all, the hijab I wore was almost identical, even the shirt I wore, too, had a tonal color.

Shafiqah insisted. "Please… tonight. You don't want to wear casual clothes. This is the last night of our reunion." She persuaded. For a long time he persuaded me. As far as I could see, there was a frown on her face. I was completely wrong. Well ... There's not always an opportunity like this. Then ... I nodded, with a small sigh.

"I switched." I said.

Naturally, this was the last night for our reunion of the year. Want to do it again in the future, maybe not yet. Reunion this time, it's all just luck. Even so, Zaidah could not come. This complaint, occasionally heard on the lips. Missing school days.

Long skirt, appear in the mirror. Appropriately located nicely, although it looks over. In the blink of an eye, my appearance was suitable to go to work, it was suitable to go to a gala. "How do i look??" As for me as soon as I go down the stairs.

Shafiqah smiled broadly and clapped her hands. "Very appropriate. Come on, let's go!" She said, praising me. Her more excited face, made me smile a little. The two of us, walked towards the hall of the hotel which had been specially booked. The signboard was placed outside, making it easy for us to head to our destination for the reunion.

My feelings at the moment, feel a little sad. I do not know, how the other friends feel. All I know is, feelings of sadness and tears, are hard to get rid of from the end of my heart. I know, everyone has their own life.

From a distance, I saw Hasliza waving at us. The steps taken, more faster.

"Woah !!" I almost bumped into someone. Fortunately, I quickly balanced myself. Shafiqah who was about to fall, I managed to pull her towards me. "Luck!" I said with relieved. We survived falling.

"Sorry." Shafiqah bowed her head. I, too, did the same thing without staring at who I was hitting. His clothes? Same color as me ?? Sedondon .. I kept staring, Syafikah who pulled my arm towards Hasliza who was waiting for our presence. Her pace was fast, making me follow her.

Hasliza grinned as we arrived.

"How funny." Hasliza said. "I thought, someone made the drama earlier." Hasliza smiled, laughing a little. Shafiqah, who was shy, slapped Hasliza's hand. Hasliza laugh with tear in her's eye. I nodded, the same smile. I don't know how to describe, if I really fell earlier. Does't add some nasty memories.

"It's was late. Why are you came here?" We walk together. "How, your work? is settled?" I asked, again with a different question. We are sitting in a chair whose name was already set it. Our table, most of which do not bring friends or do not have a partner. In fact, our table was close to the table of a man who was also just like us. Single.

Hasliza nod. "How brightly like a celebrity. From the distance, I can see you, clearly." From the look in Hasliza's eyes, onto the cloth I was wearing, I know what it meant. I pouted my lips forward, pointing towards Shafiqah. Her style, not mine.

"What? !! It is pretty!" Said Shafiqah.

"Yup! Truly blazing" Hasliza nodded with her small laugh.

"Don't judge my style" said Syafikah, as if her fashion was questionable. I just lifted my chin. I'm too lazy to complain about anything, because it's already wore. My eyes now, more on the buffet food served on the table. While, the workers are arranging various meals. My stomach, on the other hand, started to signal.

I 're really hungry. Earlier on lunch, I was eat a little. Which is not the case, only beef is left. I'm less fond of beef. Can't accept the smell! Erghh..my lower lip, bitten shows my stomach is starting to sing the crack of the rock song. "Hey, you're daydreaming." Shafiqah hand up the brooch.

"Eh, where did you get it?" I asked. My hijab has fallen under my shoulders.

"She, give it to me" Shafiqah pointed to the man at the next table. Matching clothes, with me. He raised his hand, and gestured at the shoulder, that a brooch belonging to me had fallen on the way to the lobby. I nodded quickly. Responding to a brief gesture from him. My face turned red. Shy. Among the many colors, why should Najmi match the shirt with me.

"Luckily, Najmi found it. He's look so different right now. It used to be very shy. Now, he just raise his hand toward us."Syafikah spoke, half -whispering. I just nodded with a little smile.

Hasliza also nodded, glancing at the him. Even before, that we know he was a shy guy. Not much talking to other female friends, sometimes likes to spend time with other nerd friends. He was also one of the nerdy boys.

This time, in front of our friends, he looked mature and different. Am I the only one who is still the same and unchanged ?? Not sure. To be sure, my temperament from then until now is the same. Hah….

Do I need to change my clothes now ?!

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