Afraid to Widow

Chapter III (Grizelle Prameswari)

The signed ones below :

Name: Sahrial Pratama

NICK :6303155609950006

Place and date of birth: Medan, April 14, 1995.

Thus with this, he is declared the FIRST PARTY.

Willing to marry contract with :

Name: Grizelle Prameswari

NICK :6303177809900009

Place and Date of Birth: Jakarta, August 30, 1990.

Thus, he is hereby declared a SECOND PARTY.

There is also a contract as follows :

the FIRST PARTY during the marriage agreement of this contract will keep the good name of the SECOND PARTY.

The first party will not commit infidelity, KDRT and reprehensible acts that cause material or mental harm to the SECOND PARTY.

THE FIRST PARTY is willing to assist WITH THE WORK OF THE SECOND PARTY. Both in the office and in the home.

The second-PARTY rewards will provide a base salary of Rp. 1,500,000,- and a bonus of 10% of the income made together.

The contract period of the marriage is 5 years.

If the FIRST PARTY violates or cancels the marriage agreement of this contract, then the FIRST PARTY is subject to a fine of Rp. 500,000,000,- (Five hundred million rupiahs)

This contractual marriage agreement is made in a conscious condition and without the coercion of anyone.

I gave the marriage contract to Sahrial.

"Haha."

I wonder why Sahrial is laughing. "Kok laughing? Is something funny?"

"Life is funny. I should have married a Korean artist or at least a person I love. In fact, fate even made me marry a contract with my own boss. Ckck." He continued his laughter. "Bay the way, are you going to marry me a contract? Get married."

"I am married. But you know that 30 plus girls need marital status. I also need someone who can help me with my career. Instead of me invite other guys who are not yet clear, mending equally you who are already clearly one company. I am sure that if we unite, the sustenance will increase. Did you sign it anyway?"

"Eits, slow Sis. I have something to ask you first."

"What's the?"

"Actually the law of marriage contract gini haram not really?"

I thought for a moment. "Hmmm .. I think it's halal. We are legally and religiously married. There is only a pre-marital agreement. The movie Wedding Agreement. If the film contains a false Islamic message or the law is illegal, it must have been protested by FPI."

"Today, too. But how do I doubt? You do not want to consult ustaz or who is it, ask this contract marriage law?”

“More and more people know that we married a contract. We started bismillah. I am sure it is halal. If you have any doubts about this contract marriage, that's fine. I can find another guy. That means ..”

Sahrial retracted his prenuptial agreement paper. The thick eyebrows on the left are raised. “My salary is only this much anyway? This is the equivalent salary of UMR Jakarta city doang." Sahrial's tone sounded disparaging.

I glared sharply. "How much do you want?"

"Not much, ten million per month is enough. Let me resign from the AT Press and foot barges at home."

Damnit. Sahrial is a useless husband. I want a working wife. He wants a foot barge at home. One side of the males continues this marriage. The other side I need Sahrial.

"Oh so you don't want to? I've been looking for another guy."

"Dih, that's it. Okay I want to. I asked one more question. If I were to khilaf with you, would I be fined? It's not in the box."

"Yes, his name is also Khilaf. Consider it a bonus. After all, itung-itung bahaman ortu gave cute grandchildren to them. At best, the agreement is extended."

"Hmmm .. interesting. I'm happy every day."

I glare. I am glad to imagine that happening. "Enak. You signed it anyway let the spit be done."

Sahrial signed her contract marriage agreement. I breathe a sigh of relief. One problem in my life is less. Problem asked 'when is marriage?' and bullied old virgin.

"This abbis what shall I do again?"

"Tomorrow you I bring to my parents' house. Then you should also tell your parents that you want to marry me, but don't tell me we're marrying a contract."

"Okay, I'm following it. Origin of transfer smoothly anyway. Haha."

***

"What's? You guys getting married?"

Mama put a suspicious look on us. "You're not pregnant with my son, are you?"

"Ih, Mama what the hell. We married out of mutual love and sincerity."

"Grizelle, we're talking 4 points" Papa said firmly.

"Son, Sahrial wait a minute."

I stood up and my parents took me to my room.

"You're all right, there's no wind there's no storm or say you want to marry Sahrial."

"And Mama has wanted me to marry you seven years ago."

"Yes but not impromptu gini also said it."

"When do you say it?"

"Minimum you told me about the Sahrial first cake."

"Please calm down, before I bring it here I've been crosschecking the origin of the Sahrial. He's a good boy. My superior. Mapanese. Home DP, regular salary, polite, and diligent worship."

"Tell?"

"hey are. How dare I boong. How come Ma, Pa, I didn't marry Sahrial?"

"Where's dong, Pa?" Mama glanced at Papa to ask for an opinion.

"Yes Papa anyway, as long as for Grizelle Papa's happiness will be blessing. Rather than them doing unwanted things in the back. Aye right?"

"Today, too. Yes, my mom is also blessed."

"Thank you Ma, Pa."

I kissed my parents' hands. We finally embraced.

***

I started spreading digital invitations in Whatsapp group, FB status of Whatsapp and Instagram. All the captions are the same, "Gaess, thank God my soul mate has not met again. Please pray blessing. The domicile of Yogyakarta, come to my wedding."

In a flash smartphone floods chat. Average congratulations. Whatsapp messages appear.

"Well, don't think Mbak Gisel is really the same mate Mr. Sahrial."

From the first people on sprains call my name so 'Gisel' either because the accent has been called or indeed lazy to say the right word. Fortunately I don't care much. Gisel's call was no problem either. Good, let eleven twelve be like the name of Ivory Marten's ex-wife.

"Your prayers are efficacious and directly enshrined by the Gusti of God."

"Happy. Moga samawa yes.

***

My marriage is almost the same as Jihan's. Made simply. Corona effect. However, the difference is my marriage contract wearing Sundanese customs. Mama still bled Sundanese. Bandung.

Oh yes, the Sahrial family could not attend. They are old, vulnerable and not yet vaccinated. Later there will be a ngunduh ghost in Medan. Luckily last night had a video call, they let me be their daughter-in-law. Sahrial's mom looks happy. Honestly a little makes me feel guilty to each parent because this is just a contract marriage.

I glanced at Sahrial who is now my husband. His face looks sour. I'm holding the ladder. "Gue knows this is just a contract marriage, but mbok ya smile little cake. Ntar Mama Papa and the guests are suspicious."

"Well, my face is like this. It was hard to smile."

I'm pissing off. Yes already. Want to be flanked again?

One by one the guests present with me. So it feels like being a bride. Fatty people also stand for a long time. Moreover, you have to smile and pretend to be happy. Turn Jihan and her husband with us.

"Hay, Bro. How are you doing? Long time no see, or marriage," said her husband Jihan. 

"Good dong. Ah, you like that too. You're married."

I look at Jihan with each other. Then we glanced at the husbands. "You know each other?"

"He's a futsal playmate."

"Oah. Men's bias. Pas dong if ntar dinner date together. Connect the screw."

"May the time be set."

"Eh, let's take a photo first yuk," Jihan asked.

Jihan brandished her iphonen. Set the self timer. We're oun in style as much as possible. 

"Yes sip saucy. We went there first. Take some food. Lapers. Hehe. Not feeling good for long. There are still many other guests queuing up the pageant."

"Send that photo to my WA."

"OK, done."