Akad Undereviled

Chapter.7 Undereached Akad

At a mosque not far from the elite residential area owned by Surya Bagaspati, Alisha sat in silence. This is the final proof of his struggle. He was forced to surrender by the environment.

The good name of Pakdhe and Budhenya is the biggest consideration. He did not want to make the two parents more cornered by the gossip of the neighbors.

The debate between Pakdhe and Budhe over his bleak future led Alisha to withdraw the report and receive a proposal from the man who had desecrated him. Even with the many words of people who cornered him if he refused accountability from Arsya.

Here's where it is now. In unbrimmed silence. In an indivisible sense bias. Sitting together, sitting in service. To join in a contract.

No smile adorned Alisha's lips, not Arsya. After all the persuasions were thrown, the man agreed to sit in front of the penghulu along with his father and two witnesses.

The man loudly and firmly said sacred sentences to justify Alisha. The call of the word 'legal' from the witness and all who were present is proof that now the relationship between the two people is already established. Witnessed by the angels and the audience.

"Alisha," call Imran.

The woman with the white robe and the matching hijab that made her look so beautiful from the custom walked slowly fulfilling the call of her marriage guardian.

There were not many present, but it was enough to make Alisha look down embarrassed. Led by Laras, Alisha sat right next to Arsya.

The man immediately extended his hand, but received no welcome from Alisha. The girl was flirting in fear.

"Alisha, come on" whispered Laras as his nephew fell silent and did not immediately greet the groom's hand.

Alisha looked up, a second later she looked down. The trembling in his hand was evident as he extended that henna-decorated hand. Not until the hand was together, Alisha pulled back her hand.

"Alisha," whispered Laras again.this time in a tone of emphasis. "Kiss your husband's hand" he added.

I don't know why, the girl didn't comply immediately. He remained unmoved withstanding the intense shakes on his body. Until Laras takes Alisha's hand and extends it to welcome Arsya's hand.

Of course, it makes Alisha surprised. Especially when her hands have been fused with her husband's hands. Great trembling he could no longer hide.

"Kissing horde!" Laras re-ruled when his nephew actually re-moved and did not immediately kiss Arsya's hand.

Alisha turned her head for a moment at Laras who was right beside her. Seeing her Budhenya's slipping eyes, Alisha then kissed the hand of the man who had been legally her husband.

Her heart trembled violently when her nose touched the back of her husband's hand. Tears suddenly shed, as if to witness how this will not be inevitable again.

All who were present smiled happily watching the union of two people in the sacred bond of marriage. Many prayers are accompanied may this bond last all the way to heaven.

"Congratulations, yes, Alisha .. May your marriage be filled with happiness. Now Pakdhe will be calm if he meets with Yusuf, because Pakdhe has carried out his mandate to deliver you to the wedding" Imran said when the ijab qobul event was over.

Speechless, Alisha merely commented a faint smile on her lips.

"Remember, now you've become someone's wife and daughter-in-law. Keep your husband's good name and your new family later. Don't be ashamed." Baras's message, which is spoken in his typical judes tone.

The event did not last long, after the qabul ijab. Alisha was immediately taken to the residence of Surya Bagaspati.

Many journalists were waiting in the courtyard of the mosque, but were prevented from entering by Surya's men. The reason for the atmosphere to be solemn, prohibits media crews to cover the ijab qobul event that has been anticipated by many people.

"Mas Arsya, please give a little information about this marriage. Is this Mas Arsya's way of breaking free from the snare of the law?" A question from one of the reporters was raised when Arsya and Alisha started to leave the mosque.

"Mr Alisha, what made you suddenly retract the report and accept this marriage?" ask the other reporters.

Seeing his silent wife, Arsya immediately grabbed Alisha by the hand and pulled her to get to the car. Regardless of the questions from the media, of course. Alisha, still glued to the crowd of reporters, gasped slightly as Arsya's hands clasped her tightly, taking her away from questions she might not be able to answer.

The car drove towards the housing with the towering high gate as well as many guards in front of it. Apparently not only in the mosque, in the residence of Surya also the media crew was waiting to get the news. The situation in Surya's house was much more conducive because the news seekers were only able to stand in front of the gate and could not enter so tight a guard in the house.

The arrival of Arsya and her parents almost simultaneously. Arsya and Alisha first entered the house which was then followed by Sarah and Surya.

Sarah hugged Alisha, and said, "Congratulations, may God take care of your marriage and cover it with happiness."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Alisha.

"No, Mom but Mama. Now that you're Arsya's wife, that means you're also Mama's son. Call Mama" Sarah said.

"Yes, Ma."

"Mama knows you must be tired, now let Arsya take you to the room." Sarah glanced at her son.

Looks lazy to obey his mother's words but it would be better if he was in the room than to have to see his parents, Arsya was obedient. He walked first without taking Alisha.

"That's right!" exclaim Sarah. "Take your wife dong."

Arsya rolled her eyes lazily and looked at Alisha. "Didn't you hear that Mama told you to take a break? Why are you still there?" The man's words did not change. It was the same as when they first met.

"That's right!" so Sarah again. "That's your wife's suitcase, why don't you take it?"

Before Arsya again showed her dislike, Alisha immediately approached her own suitcase. "It's okay, Ma, let Alisha take it." Soon Alisha pulls the suitcase following where Arsya is walking.

A very spacious room according to Alisha for the size of the bedroom. The very thick interior with black and white shades makes Alisha a little afraid to enter it.

However, it was different from the scent that was emanating from the room. Typical with citrus and musk scents. Makes Alisha lulled with her soothing fragrance.

"This is my room, and from now on you will hitchhike here," said Arsya who made Alisha jerked.

He had not even entered the room but this man had already said about his status in this room. Hitchhiking!

"Mom set everything up, there's an empty closet there to put your stuff in, but I hope you don't make it one with mine. I don't want my things to mix with someone else's" she continued without thinking about Alisha's feelings.

Like Arsya said. After entering the room, Alisha began to stare at her clothes in the empty space provided without touching the man's belongings. After getting dressed, Alisha decided to clean herself in the bathroom.

Not seeing the bathroom door, Alisha ventured to ask, "Sorry, where is the bathroom. I want to clean myself up."

Arsya who had been lying on the bed looked up a little. "Are you trying to tease me by saying you want to take a shower?"

"What?" Sure Alisha's shocked. He asked about the bathroom and this man meant that he intended to flirt.