About the Heart

Sah

The reflection of my father's face that has been polished make up, I look carefully from the glass of the dressing table in front of me. The white kebaya that is synonymous with purity is already attached to my body. It is really unsettled in my mind if my departure to Jogja to attend the wedding of Maya and Mas Rendra was also going to incise the same story, my marriage.

"You're so pretty, honey. Why crying?" mama asked, handing me a piece of tissue.

"Is this not a dream, Ma?" askaku.

For me this is hard to believe. Being married to Dion is already on my agenda. But certainly not in this fast time. Impressed to be forced even though in fact I was not entirely forced. I just can't believe that my status will change soon.

Mama clasped my fingers. "It's a beautiful reality, honey. Mama is sure you will be happy. Dion will always look after you like Papa did."

Hearing Papa's words my heart grew. How can I get married without asking Papa's permission in his navel. "Rosa hasn't introduced Dion to Papa, Ma."

"Mama pulled me into her arms. Rubbing my back gently and lovingly. "Papa must be happy to see you find a good man like Dion."

I'm nodding my head. Convince me if this is the best decision for me. Chose him as my life companion forever. For what linger if at the end marry him too. It's just a matter of time, coming sooner or a little late.

"Mas Dion is the best mate for Mbak Rosa, remember that." Kristy who had just watched earlier was now pouring into my arms and Mama. The three shed tears of joy. Being at this point was a dream that materialized sooner than I thought.

*****

Sitting next to Dion, my future husband, made me come under attack by a prolonged sense of urgency. I can't stand to see it. Even to glance at it, I had to collect fragments of my courage that were scattered. What sacredness a procession of akad that will be held this has made me stage fever.

Papa, is this your replacement to take care of me? The man who was now beside me, was sitting parallel under the umbrella of this white scarf. Is he the man who will grip my fingers tightly, cross the straight, turning, rocky and winding road on my household journey? Who will be responsible for my mistakes that were once your responsibility? Who will be the softener for my stubbornness? Is he the father-to-be for my children?

"Hmmm ...." Dion cleared his throat, making my daydream scattered.

My tears that would have fallen because they remembered Papa, were spoiled again in his producing glands. Turning into an explosion of an increasingly crazy heartbeat. Why doesn't this stop? Not as usual when I sit nearby. This taste is so special, like the story we're going to start tonight. A new chapter of life's journey, with the status of husband and wife.

The gentle gaze accompanied by her sweet smile slightly eased the uncontrollable turmoil of taste. Like a cure from a sick being whack. I don't know why I'm blushing. Feeling ashamed of getting a gaze from someone who had been used to doing that in the previous days.

My heart spurred as the voice of Ustaz Amar began to guide the man beside me to take the ijab qabul. The sacred contract, a promise to the Giver of Love, slowly bounced off the lips of the man who waited for the word "SAH" to become my husband. All feelings of enthronement are equally strong in my heart. Happy, should even sadness color the heart that is now standing on the verge of changing status.

Happy, that in the end I was able to choose the man who will be the back of my life forever. The man who fought for me and now me and him will fight together in the household. Passing a long day in tears and laughter together. Dreaming of having sweet children who are always a booster when tired hit.

However, there was a bit of sadness that accompanied my happy day. Papa's absence is here, triggering tears that fall unstoppable. For me, Papa is the first love. The man I'm looking to clone to make me the last love. The guard of the heart in the frame of taste is named love between a man and a woman.

And that love is now I give to a man named Dion Wijaya. The man who had just tied me up as his wife with a vow spoken from his lips and confirmed by all who were present witnessed our union of love in a sacred bond.

The outstretch of his hand that I welcomed with my hand ended with a kiss of respect on the back of his hand. A loving kiss then he landed on my forehead. A feeling so beautiful, a link of love in the subtlety of the Sovereign of the Heart.

"From now on don't call me without a pinch said Mas, yes," whispered Dion who made me bow down in shame.

"Me, your husband now" he whispered again.

My blood rippled at his words. Sounds pretty good but that's how it happened. "Mas ... Dion ...," I sneered.

My precise gaze rained down on his black bead, finding a happy radiance full of love. He kissed me for the second time. I blushed again, like a girl a man has never touched.

"Kiss on, until we're embarrassed and disperse. Is that what you want?" sindir Om Septian with a clear look.

"Om very sensitive, it is also still single," said Dion.

"Sungkem used to be the same Papi, Mami, Mama and Eyang," orders Om Septian later.

Dion took me to get closer to Mama. I hugged the woman who had fought as a single parent to raise me with full struggle. Not only did it give me a lot of love but it also tried to give material as Papa gave it first. "Ma, I'm sorry Rosa. Haven't been able to make Mama happy until this moment."

"Seeing you're married to your Mas Dion, is the pinnacle of Mama's happiness, dear."

My mom hugged me with all her feelings. The flowing tears, I think, are a testament to his happiness that cannot be expressed in words. This is the love of a real mother.

"Mama believes you are the best guard for your wife" Mama said, patting Dion on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Ma. Dion will take care of your daughter more than he takes care of himself, Dion" believes seriously.

We switched sides with Mami. Instead of a tense atmosphere, we were treated to the ambiguous eyes of Mami.

Being held by a granddaughter, was tantamount to being forced through a turbulent night. Hot night under the cold confinement of a burning AC. Lined sweat and breath race that gasps between pain and pleasure.

"May daydream, have a shadow, huh?" god Mami is on target.

The shame!

When your lewdness is caught off guard, that's where you get dipped.

"Rosa tuh, shy but ngarep, Mi," Dion even teased me.

Perfect is the red color on my face. Bertubi was stuck in a chat that should not be a public consumption.

How humiliating!

"You must not destroy the Vijaya breed that runs thick in your blood. Vijaya was full of charm, cold and scaled heat. Remember Om Dirga Mahesa Wijaya and Arif Saputra Wijaya, they are examples of Vijaya who successfully plunged love in women. Do not let you ruin Wijaya's reputation. Handsome and Satisfying!" papi's message gives me goosebumps of disco.

To imagine Wijaya that Papi said that was all I was horrified. Handsome and Satisfying? Ish ... horror.

"That's not why Papi's worried. Vijaya's blood in Dion was even thicker than Om Dirga and Arifnya Khanza's," arrogant Dion with puffed up his chest.

Time to go to Eyang. My mind was already filled with long shadows of advice like that day. My heart has even been prepared for all the possibilities that might make me hold tight.

Dion first, and I'll be next. Advice was given when the two of us were already sitting side by side.

"In the household it is important to talk not to silence each other. That's all that Eyang ordered for you," said Eyang with a smile carved on his lips.

Huh ...really? Why is it only short once? Mutual Speech is not silent, has the sentence explained the long purpose of a life advice?

It seems like yes, today I am confused but maybe one day I will understand what this Eyang message means.

"Come, honey," Dion withdrew from before Eyang, because I was stunned by my thoughts and so daydreamed.

The touch on my arm, restored my fantasy that was wild for some time.

"Let's race, who's first, finish the PO target from Mami!" challenge Mas Rendra after we got together with him.

"I lost the start, the game was unfair" Dion responded.

"Lose start but triple up every night, the fall is the same," said Om Septian who joined our chat.

"I don't understand your chatter, I'm just oil, deh," continued Kristy with a shy smile.

"here, Kris! You have to hang out a lot with Brother, let your knowledge of medical science increase," explained Om Septian mode.

"How much, 'uh? First what's Second? Don't worry, Kris!" terang Mas Rendra closed the access Om Septian who wanted to spread the charm with my beautiful sister.

"Donakan, once smooth the road Om looking for aunty for you, why, anyway?" grunts Om Septian.

"Yes Om, my sister-in-law is my aunt. So like the television soap opera next to dong?" dion said in his satirical style.

"Love knows no age limit and transcends the dimension of kinship" Om Septian said nothing to counteract his influences.

Me and Maya just let their debate go. That's what happens when they get together. While Kristy who was the topic of conversation also did not respond.

*****

Forgive all the readers, the author was forced to marry Dion and Rosa in series first, before getting officially married. This author does to keep them from the forbidden deeds before marriage.

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