Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
25. Ficry. (Wedding Day )
Jakarta, Friday, February 1, 2019
On the way to the house of Afrah, currently in my car there is a Father and Mother in the back. Next to me was my personal assistant driving our private car. While I, sit beside him.
I checked the clock on my wrist. At 08:00 in the morning. One more hour God willing I will bear the status of a husband for Reva Sintia. Ah wrong, I mean Afrah Amirah. The puzzle that got me interested in playing with him.
Behind me there are 3 cars of my extended family.2 of them are from the Grandpa and Grandma family of America while 1 more car belongs to Kak Arvino and his wife.
For me now, besides today is a wedding day that makes me nervous, my heart also feels tight just to meet with Brother Arvino and his wife.
His wife was the cause of my brother's blindness and yes, you must know just because seeing Kak Arvino's eyes now indirectly reminds me of the late Devika. How am I supposed to do if Devika's cornea is currently attached to both of my sister's own eyes?
Time keeps going. Thank God I finally arrived at the residence of Afrah. The atmosphere is so crowded. The sounds of shalawat chanting using tambourines were heard in both my ears.
I got out of the car nervous. My father and mother are on my left right. While behind me there are already families carrying boxes filled with shipping.
Some photographers started shooting cameras at me. The Afrah family, members of the congregation who wear white clothes and white peci began to welcome us.
I'm getting nervous. It turns out this is what it feels like to be a prospective husband who will hold a marriage contract to propose his future wife. But baby.not with Devika. But Afrah.
I try to get rid of the groggy taste. Deg-degan and nervous about me. I flashed a smiling face in front of the photographer's camera as I entered Afrah's house.
We all entered the house of Afrah. Beautiful white themed decoration atmosphere.
Dad took me to sit cross-legged in front of a small table. Some of my close relatives were present. One of them is Daniel.
Shalawat and tambourines are still heard. Both my hands are cold. Afrah is waiting in her room.
Time keeps going. Shalawat tambana is done. Various kinds of processions before the marriage contract was handed out. One of them reads the holy verse of the Quran.
Until the end, Mr. Penghulu is ready to sit in front of me. One of the loudspeakers I have held using my left hand and my right hand shook tightly with the hand of Mr. Penghulu.
"Can we start now?" ask Mr. Penghulu with some people who are nearby.
"Could Sir. Let's.."
Pengghulu nodded. "Bismil was born Rahmanirrahim. brother of Muhammad Fikri Azka bin Muhammad Azka, I marry you to ananda Afrah Amirah bint Muhammad Syarif Hidayatullah with a dowry of money
Rp. 1,133,250 paid in cash."
"I accept the marriage and marriage of Afrah Amirah bint Muhammad Syarif Hidayatullah with the dowry paid in cash."
"How's the witness, legit?"
"AH!"
"AH!"
"AH!"
"Alhamdulillah.."
"Roman..."
I said a word of gratitude. All my nervousness was slowly disappearing. I saw both of Mother's eyes glazed over. I also saw all the faces of my invited guests, relatives and extended family happy.
A flash of blitz and a few phones that the guests were holding were pointing at me. Then everything was sidetracked as soon as I looked to the one side that was behind me.
I also looked back. Instantly I was amazed to see my wife come out of the room held by a mother who is now my mother-in-law.
Masya Allah. Afrah beautiful.
Afrah was sitting next to me. I also moved to sit facing him. I grabbed a small box with a wedding ring on it.
I held the hand of Afrah that looked trembling. Unexpectedly Afrah pulled him back.
"What's wrong?" my whiskey.
Afrah looks silent. It even hides it in the form of a fist.
"Afrah...why are you?"
Afrah remained silent. I tried to grab his hand. But again Afrah refused subtly. Everyone wonders what that is?
"Afrah are you okay, son?"
Mother's voice sounded anxious. Afrah sat her face because she did not dare to look at Mother.
I held his arm. I close my face and whisper to him.
"Afrah, tell me. You why?"
"Afraa.."
Finally Afrah looked at me slowly. I saw both of his eyes filled with tears.
"Afrah is just embarrassed."
And everyone else was shaking with an amused smile. I breathe a sigh of relief. I think why Afrah is so with me. I thought Afrah would reject me.
With tenderness I clasped the back of his hand for a moment. I stroked it slowly. I know he's nervous. This is the first time I have had physical contact with him.
Cold hands. His skin is very smooth. Until I finally dared to pin this wedding ring on his ring finger.
Now it's Afrah's turn to do it. Just to hold my hand Afrah was shaking. Some people who saw him there were tickled.
Now, the ring has been attached to both of our ring fingers. Without hesitation I kissed her forehead gently. Even after that I touched the corner area of his eye. There are happy tears there.
I smiled at Afrah. Unexpectedly Afrah again lowered her face. Again he was ashamed. That's how I feel.
Now the photo session continues. Both of my hands were gently clutching Afrah's hips for us to get close to each other for photos. Afrah's body felt very stiff.
My wife did not say much, other than just being quiet and nervous. And his embarrassed face. And both of his eyes, I love to see him. I am grateful, after this there is no longer any barrier just to stare at his face every time.
Halalku's wife. Afrah Amirah's.
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