Abraham and Asyila 2

Talking About Marriage

Bandung.

Dyah, Fahmi and the two Dyahs were in the living room. The four of them look very serious because there is something Fahmi wants to say.

In the past few days, Dyah and Fahmi's relationship has grown closer. It could probably be said to be closer than usual and it was time for them to get married.

Actually, the family in Bandung has not been reported by Abraham about the pregnancy of his beloved third wife.

It was precisely Mr. Broto who first knew, because Abraham had told Asyila's pregnancy to the wife of Mr. Broto.

And it spread widely when the wedding of the only child of Mr. Broto.

“Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, today Fahmi wants to discuss about Fahmi's relationship with Dyah to Papa and Mama. Fahmi wants, as soon as possible we build a household. God willing, Fahmi will be a good husband and priest for Dyah,” explained Fahmi who was 100% sure to marry Dyah.

Dyah cried tears of joy, finally Fahmi said the thing that had been awaited by Dyah. Dyah was crying in the arms of her Mama, Yeni.

Temmy was silent for a moment and hugged the body of his future daughter-in-law.

“Thank you for choosing our daughter who has many shortcomings. If someday Dyah makes a mistake, please reprimand Dyah carefully.” Temmy cries out for joy, convinced that Fahmi will look after his only daughter.

A few minutes later.

The atmosphere of the family room was serious again and made Fahmi cold hot.

“For marriage problems, Nak Fahmi wants what kind of wedding? Did we rent the building for your wedding?” ask Temmy.

“The wedding problem, Fahmi wants to ask for an opinion from Dyah. Whatever his wish, God willing Fahmi fulfilled,” replied Fahmi very seriously with his words.

“Mas Fahmi do not have to bother about our marriage, Dyah wants us to marry ijab qobul only and do not need to hold a reception,” explained Dyah who had always wanted to get married without having to hold a reception.

Not because it is not able to hold a wedding reception, but Dyah is more happy if the wedding is attended by the nuclear family and some people close. There is no need, the origin is legal according to religion and also law.

“Do not like that, Dyah. Do you think Mas is incapable?” ask Fahmi.

“Mas Fahmi do not misunderstand, Dyah does want a wedding concept like that. Didn't Mas Fahmi say he would grant Dyah's wish, whatever it was?”

Temmy and Yeni exchanged glances, they were proud of the thought of their daughter who turned out to be very mature.

“Papa, Mom. Do Papa and Mama agree with what Dyah wants?”

“We agree!” yell at them both.

Between happy and moved, Fahmi also expressed his gratitude. Actually, he did not mind the desire of Dyah who like to want a luxurious wedding. After all, his savings money so far is enough to hold a wedding reception and also still left quite a lot for the future.

“So, when did you two get married?” ask Yeni more and more curious.

“Two weeks away,” replied Fahmi and made the others surprised.

“This is called mating kebelet,” chirps Yeni.

Dyah immediately nudged the shoulder of his mother who was very happy to make Dyah feel embarrassed.

“Solah ya?” asked Fahmi while scratching his head which was not itchy.

“How about two more Weeks?” ask Yeni which of course the question is only to provoke a reaction from her only daughter.

“No want!” shouted Dyah and made the three surprised by the overreaction from Dyah.

“Mama' right, just kidding. Why do you overreact once,” said Yeni and increasingly make Dyah embarrassed.

“Mas..” Dyah turned to Fahmi to get a defense from her future husband.

“Mas Fahmi follow Dyah only, Dyah want us to get married when?” asked Fahmi curiously.

“As soon as possible, Mas Fahmi,” replied Dyah shyly.

“Then, tomorrow directly ijab qobul,” chirps Yeni and laughs loosely.

“Mama kok day sucks,” complained Dyah.

Yeni instantly stopped her laughter and looked at Dyah so seriously. Slowly, Yeni came back crying of course it was a cry of happiness. Her daughter is getting married soon and most likely, Yeni will part ways with her only daughter.

“Mama why even cry?” asked Dyah who involuntarily cried.

“Mama hasn't been able to let you go, baby. Mama herself realized, from you same little now Mama and Papa are very busy working. And now, your Mom and Dad have to accept the fact that in a matter of days you're getting married. Happy yes dear, sorry because all this time Mama and Papa have not been able to give the best for you, dear.”

“Mama... hiks.. hiks...” Yeni and Dyah hugged each other with such a miserable cry.

“If you are happy, Mama and Papa are also happy dear. Remember the message of Mama and Papa, when married your whole soul and body belongs to your husband, dear. You must not sulk like a child, obey what your husband says and commands later, remember!”

“Iya, Mother. Thank you for everything Ma, Sorry Dyah who has a lot of these mistakes, sorry for often making Mama and Papa upset with the actions of dyah.”

****

Fahmi also said goodbye after discussing about the marriage that two weeks will be held in the house of Dyah's parents.

“Be careful, Mas Fahmi. Call Dyah when you get home!” pinta Dyah waved her hand and gave her best smile to her future husband.

“Yes, you do not cry anymore,” replied Fahmi who also smiled returning a sweet smile from his future wife.

Fahmi finally really went with his motorcycle, at that time Dyah also felt something was missing and made him want to quickly unite with his future husband.

“Ehem... Patience, two weeks away 'you're married,” said Yeni with a smile.

“Ya obviously dong.'kan, Nak Fahmi would-be daughter-in-law of Mama and Papa!” yeni exclaimed excitedly because it was indeed the future husband of his handsome single daughter.

Dyah smiled with satisfaction and entered the house full of happiness. She felt, the entire corner of the house was a shadow of her future husband, Fahmi.

Oh my God, is this true?

Soon I will bear the status as Mas Fahmi's wife? Oh my God, I am really happy. Thank you, O God.

He went into the room and threw his body on the bed. He touched his chest that just kept beating.

Suddenly, Fahmi's shadow comes back and makes Dyah even more wrong.

“Family in Jakarta should know immediately about my relationship with Mas Fahmi. Hmmmm.. I'm calling Uncle now what's tomorrow?” tanya Dyah who has been getting ready to call her Uncle's phone number.

Long enough Dyah thought, finally Dyah tried to contact his Uncle and it turns out, Uncle's phone number is not active.

“There usually is, Uncle's phone number is off. Is Uncle busy? But, Uncle is now, is sick and it feels a little strange that Uncle is busy. Or maybe, Uncle is resting?”

Dyah sighed and put her phone on the nightstand. Then, she closed her eyes and hoped her future husband would contact her as soon as possible.

Nightfall.

Abraham and the others had just finished performing their prayers in the prayer room, they were seriously offering Doa together for the safety of their families.

“Yes Allah, tomorrow Ashraf will play,” said Ashraf so innocently.

Anyone who heard it would laugh. Ashraf is really smart to make the tense atmosphere relax.

“Ashraf tomorrow what do you want to play?” ask Asyila curiously.

“Shoppers, Mother,” replied Ashraf.

“Main behind the house, how?”

“Bby Mommy?” ask Ashraf.

“Of course it can be dear, the origin of the play should not be long,” replied Asyila.

“Arsyad can also, Mommy?” ask Arsyad.

“Iya darling. If not, who will accompany Ashraf's sister to play?” ask Asyila back.

Arsyad and Ashraf smiled excitedly. Although they can't play in front of the house, at least they can play in the back. Although, it can't be long.

After that, they all went back to their rooms. Arumi and Herwan returned to their rooms, Arsyad and Ashraf also returned to their rooms. Abraham and Ashila first chose to watch television.

“Mas, tomorrow Mas Abraham want to be cooked what?” ask Asyila.

“Whatever it is, as long as the one who cooks it is Syila,” replied Abraham.

“Mas has always been like this, a tombalist policy,” reply Asyila.

Abraham chuckled and pulled his little wife's body over his lap.

“Mas, release Asyila. What if someone sees us?” ask Asyila.

“Already here, Mas want Asyila to sit on Mas's lap,” Abraham explained.

“But, Mas..”

“Ssssuuutt, there is no such thing as but. Syila was afraid something bad happened to Mas's feet, wasn't it? Syila was calm, just because Mas held Asyila's body not necessarily Mas directly in pain. It also includes evidence of Mas's love for Syila,” explained Abraham.

Asyila shook her head to hear the explanation from her husband. The more days, her husband was getting smarter.

“Basic of a tombal,” chirps of Asyila.

Abraham was anxious with his wife and reflexively kissed her little wife's neck. Asyila was startled and reflexively pinched her husband's lips.

“Aaaww.

“Sorry, hurts huh Mas?” ask Asyila while biting her own lips.

“Come to room!” ask Abraham while pretending to yawn a sign that he is sleepy.

Asyila raised next to her eyebrows, she knew that her husband was acting.

In the room, Ashila immediately laid her husband's body on the bed and immediately Abraham pulled the body of the wife. Asyila fell on the body of her husband.

“Mas, flirtatious,” chirps Asyila when her husband touches her ass.

When Abraham wanted to answer a curse from his wife, Asyila quickly covered Abraham's mouth with her palm.

“Mas wants to say that flirty with his own wife can and actually get a reward, 'do not?” asked Asyila while raising her next to her eyebrows.

Casually, Abraham nodded as his little wife's hand was still closing her mouth.

“Mas, I love you,” said Asyila whispered in Abraham's ear and distanced her hand that had previously shut her husband's mouth.

“I love you too, my Syila,” reply Abraham.