Bantar gebang, i should say.
It already skipped two years, Mi. Your ideal age for marriage. And what made it worse, this year your close friends are holding their marriage. Now I get why happiness cannot spread in the same amount. You cannot make everyone happy. Behind those white curtains, natural fragrant of flowers, people like me tried so hard to hold this stain. To hide behind the shades. A feeling of kinda left behind.
Rim. Shabr. Ikhlas. Tawakkal.
But sometimes i wanna give up this lonely feeling. Huft.
