There was no air conditioner in the room. Both of the windows were wide open to let the wind blew softly into the room. However, it was not enough. I felt sweat running down my spine and between my breasts. My hands ached for I squeezed them so hard on my lap. The couch that was usually comfortable became as hard as stone and made me shifted many times. I glanced at my wristwatch, could not wait to go out of here.
The back skirt of my white dress ought to be crumpled because I sat on it for hours. I had no time to get change. This conversation would take a very long time to be done. I even sure that my makeup was a mess and I needed to fix it to look perfect tonight. My hair needed to be combed, again. I had to make a bun to prevent from sweating too much.
More than an hour, my parents suggested me about the one and only thing I had been listened to for the last two months. All was started from the proposal I got two months before. One of the most respected and wealth families in our city came to our house to have dinner. Hendra, their golden son, my friend in campus, proposed me in front of our parents. My younger brother, Zach, just giggled seeing my face turned pale.
Hendra was my senior in campus. We used to pass by in the library or discussion room when I was a freshman. Then finally, when I was a sophomore, he started a conversation and introduced himself to me. The next day we see each other again, I did not mind to sit beside him. We were close friends but I never let our relationship too close. I never let us talk about personal stuff.
When he was graduated and I met him to congratulate him, he said that he loved me. I was so surprised. And with a heavy heart, I had to reject him. I thought everything was clear at that time but I was wrong. Hendra came to me many times just to tell me that he loved me.
He was an unashamed man. We were best friends before, however, it was over as soon as he proposed for the first time. No matter how many times I rejected him, he tried and tried again. His last proposal was in front of our parents, which I rejected. What an embarrassing moment.
Days after, I knew that Dad or Mom did not invite Hendra and his parents to come to our house. But that it was his own initiative. He admitted that he was my best friend and Dad gladly welcomed him to our house for having dinner. However, I knew the truth. Dad said yes not because Hendra was my best friend, but because of his parents famous name.
I wondered what he saw in me that made him wanted me that much. He was rich, smart, born in a wealthy family, so he could get any girl he wanted to be his wife. All he had in him could attract the attention of the most beautiful and the best woman in this country. Why it had to be me?
I had a boyfriend since I was in high school and we loved each other so deep. Hendra knew it. We even intended to get married at the beginning of next year. We were mature enough and our savings were in good amount. There was nothing we needed to wait any longer, we were ready to go to the next step of our relationship.
Aldo told my parents about his plan to marry me. Unfortunately, Dad and Mom rejected him right before he finished all of his sentences.We would not give up and would keep trying until my dad and mom gave their blessings.
He was scared and worried that my parents would never give their blessings to us. But I convinced him over and over again that we would get married, with or without my parents’s blessings. That sentence could help him to ease the tension. I understood his fear. Deep inside of my heart, I have the same fear. I made up my mind, though. We would get married no matter what. My parents had no right to decide with whom I was going to marry.
Our conversation at this moment was useless. I would not change my mind, no matter what my parents said to convince me. I did not care about how rich he was, how great his reputation in our community, how high and perfect his education, or how deep his love was. For I would never ever marry Hendra. Period.
“Ara, do you hear me?” Dad said in an irritating tone. I sighed quietly.
“Are we going to talk about this again? Because you know I’ll give you the same answer. I don’t want to get married with Hendra. I have a boyfriend, Dad.” I said firmly.
“You have no future with him.” That statement again and again. I was bored. Could he find any other reasons to break my relationship with Aldo?
“Because he doesn’t come from a wealthy family? Do you forget that we are not a rich family also? Or are you hallucinating just because Hendra’s parents are close to you?” I said in anger.
We should have talked with my parents as soon as we decided to get married. If Aldo was not too scared, he would be the first one who proposed me in front of my parents, not Hendra. In that case, Dad would have no other choice but blessed our marriage. That unashamed man came faster than Aldo made him winning my parents’ heart without any effort.
The main reason why Dad chose Hendra so soon, of course, was because of his family reputation. Which father did not want to give his daughter to a respectful and wealth man? A man who politely proposed her in front of the family. Marrying him also meant lifting up my family reputation in public. The offer that would not be denied by Dad.
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