8. Years and Years After

[From this chapter : Tandrie's view]

I opened the navy blue invitation letter which the neighbor hooked at the boarding house door. I exhaled slowly, again there was always a feeling of pressure whenever I saw something called a 'wedding invitation letter'.

Not many people know why this feeling of depression gets worse as me get older. Many carelessly accuse me of this and that. What is wrong with being 'single'? I didn't hurt anyone and let anyone down.

Sure?

I closed my eyes while enjoying this back getting the soft back of the chair. Of course there are those who are secretly disappointed by my 'single' status. In front of me as if there is not a single objection, behind? I know the answer for sure.

"Hello? Waalaykumsalam" I answered the phone from one of the people who was disappointed with my status.

"Bro, have you accepted the invitation?"

"Yes. Then?"

"Together, tomorrow."