A Ghost To Mak
Reception
Duhai happy newlyweds, sitting side by side joking ....
Like a king and empress, smiling like an angel ....
Duhai happy to be newlyweds ....
The newlyweds song echoed from the loudspeakers stored in the corner of the tent. The bride and groom deliberately did not rent a single organ but an ustadz who will fill the event at night. Because he wants to enjoy the moment of marriage with wisdom.
After exchanging rings as well as other event processions, it is time for Paul and Laila to sit together at the wedding. To Paul's right, Mak Nur sat there, also next to Laila sat Abi Anwar. A happy hue emanated from his two great families.
Unwittingly, behind the sound system, a beautiful girl covered her face with a cloth. Her beautiful eyes were puffed up with endless crying from last night.
"We're home, Fit!" The middle-aged man patted Fitri's shoulder gently. The girl nodded weakly. They left Laila's house.
"Dragon, so happy!" exclaimed Paul, his face incessantly staring at Laila's face. The girl had no power to hold back the happiness that filled her chest cavity, to the extent that since the completion of the qobul ijab Paul did with just one breath, he took a single breath, Laila was unable to look at the face of the man who had become her husband now.
"Abang, don't look at Laila as rich. Shame on!" Laila turned her face away, avoiding Paul's gaze. The man deliberately did not let go of his eyes, he was happy to be able to tease his wife. Lucky the guests haven't come yet, he can freely tease Laila.
"Laila beautiful. Ana uhibbuka please." Paul clasped Laila's hand, and the girl let go. Both of his eyes stared intently at Paul. Other than Abi, Laila had never come into contact with any man at all.
"Astagfirullahal'adhim!" laila exclaimed, holding her chest. His breathing rose and fell, startled as Paul touched his hand.
"This is brother ... Dear. We're halal." Paul tried to calm down, timidly going to be a spectacle of the guests as well as the brothers who were nearby.
"Sorry, Brother." Laila touched the arm of the man next to her, she did not want any misunderstanding at all, as she was completely shocked.
"It's okay. Brother understands. Thank you for taking care of yourself for your brother, Laila." Paul smiled sweetly, his dimples making a thump in Laila's heart even more rumbling. It felt like he would faint if he constantly looked at Paul's face.
Paul's best friend was also a partner around the store coming. Also the fellow teacher Laila taught. Not a few of Laila's students were present to give prayers and blessings to her beloved teacher. Mak Nur's relative, Abi Anwar, also attended a wedding party that went with wisdom.
Azan Zuhur reverberated, Laila first resigned to pray. Wrapped by changing the wedding dress. After finishing the prayer, Laila prepared to return to her self and changed her wedding dress in red.
His white skin looks very contrasting with the clothes he wears.
"Abang, why?" tanya Laila looked confused as she sat back on the lap. Paul who saw her barely blinked as the woman sat sweetly beside him.
"Cubit. It's not a dream, is it?" Paul grabs Laila's hand and touches her cheek.
"Why? Speak clearly!"
"What's wrong, right? The one sitting next to the angel brother!"
Laila's face wrapped in make up blushed. He felt Paul was teasing him. He then pulled his hand against the glasses guy's cheek, "branch don't tease Laila. Or Laila reply later!" laila threatened.
"What will Laila do to get back, brother?" Paul brought his face closer to Laila's.
"Look at tonight!"
"Uhhh ... I can't wait for tonight." Paul chuckles. He then came down from the pelaminan to pray Zuhur also changed clothes. While the parents of the two brides have come down from the throne since the Azan roared earlier. Laila was alone there.
Abi Anwar was busy welcoming close relatives as well as fellow retirees, while Mak Nur rested in a room that was special to distant relatives.
After praying and changing clothes, Paul looked more dashing with red wedding clothes. His tall body as well as his beautiful face averted the gaze of anyone who looked. No exception Laila, she also stared at the husband barely blinking.
"Abang is handsome, Laila. Don't look so rich." Paul sat in his cool style next to Laila. The woman stammered as she looked at Paul with such a gaze.
"Ish, Brother ge'er." Laila threw away her face. And Paul laughed happily at his wife's misdeeds.
"Barakallah lakuma wabarakaalaikuma wajam'a bainakuma fi khair." Ridwan greeted also hugged Paul tightly, he was happy to see the boss finally get the woman of his dreams. Happy there is also a woman who managed to conquer the heart of a Paul.
"Syukron, Wan."
"Rubay, Mba. Paul's brother finally put his heart in his heart, Mba. Normally he would be cold, but honestly I'm happy to see the brother who is now, warmer." Ridwan spoke with a slight whisper to Laila, making the woman smile.
"Shyukron, Bang. Thank goodness." Laila cupped her hands in front of her chest.
By late afternoon, more and more guests arrived. Laila and Paul seemed very tired of greeting the guests who had arrived non-stop. But the hearts of both are happy, in their happy moments all in good health.
Azan Maghrib roared, Laila and Paul got off the joint. Paul graciously held his wife's hand, Laila's face looked pale. Although this morning there was a bribery event before taking the pelaminan, but it is undeniable that by evening, both of them were tired.
Laila changed the wedding dress in white, with the long end of the dress. It looks very elegant and luxurious too. He sat by the bed, waiting for Paul to change his clothes.
"Would it be done?" laila asked as she saw Paul walk into the dressing room.
"Udah. But nyari Mak's brother. Where is mak?" Paul looked confused looking for the figure of Mak who was not visible after the Zuhur prayer earlier.
"Laila help find Mak, yeah."
"Can. Hayu!"
Paul took his wife's hand. Laila's left hand clenched the tail of her long dress. Both came out of the house next door that was used as a dressing room, while Laila's house was only decorated. The invited guests are focused on the main tent.
"It's impossible to rest at home" said Laila. He led Paul to his house behind the tent. The bridal room is locked, only the aunt holds the key, she is in charge of the gift as well as other valuables.
Laila led Paul into the middle room, looking Mak Nur lying there. The bespectacled man took off his arm, approaching the sleeping Mak.
"Mr ...." Paul crouched down, his hands stroking the head of the Mak covered with a veil. The middle-aged woman opened her eyes, surprised to see the two brides were not at the door.
"Why is my brother here? It should be brother in the underwriting, right?" ask Mak.
"Abang's worried. That's why you're looking for Mak here."
"Yes Allah. It's okay." Mak Nur got up and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Yes, Bang. Don't worry. I'm taking care of Mak." Aunt Laila walked into the room, carrying a glass of warm sweet tea and food.
"Liar Laila accompany Mak ya." Laila sat down next to Mak Nur. The middle-aged woman smiled.
"Kalo Laila accompany Mak here. Would Laila be willing if anyone accompanied Abang in the pelaminan?" ask the Mak.
Laila glanced at Paul. The man closed his mouth, holding back laughter.
"Kalo Laila here accompany Mak. Let your brother and aunty greet the guests slowly." Paul got up and took the hand of his aunt who was holding a tray of food.
Laila did not answer Paul's joke, he was wrong if faced with a situation like this, only his lips were slightly reddened.
"Bad child ...." Mak Nur hit Paul's thigh slowly, and it made the man with a sharp nose laugh, "stop flirting with your wife. Quickly take it outside. The guests who want to see the bride." Mak Nur put his hands together.
"Yes, Mba. Let auntie accompany Mak here."
"Thank you, Bi!" exclaim Laila.
"Nitip Mak ya, Bi!" exclaim Paul.
The two then left the house, returned to the house.
"Abang impatient, what revenge will Laila do later tonight?" goda Paul's.
"Look at me tonight. Don't be sorry for Laila!" exclaim Laila.
