Getting Married Late
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Alula POVs
After the acceptance of SK CPNS, a few days later I received a Letter of Duty, thank God. I was stationed at MI where I was originally teaching, and next month I will be able to receive my first salary. While the salary that has not been paid since the date of TMT in SK, the government will pay it rapelan with Yen, Yen Ono danane.
One day during the first break, Mr. Hardi collected my promise, even though I did not have money to buy durian.
"Your boyfriend must have a lot of durian" he said optimistically.
It's true, but I'm not good to ask, he's still with his older brother, Mas Amin.
"We go to his house, how about it?" tanyaku gave a suggestion.
"Can, when?" Ask Mr. Hardi.
"Today will go home, it will be noon." I replied again.
"Okay, it's noon. You tell your girlfriend first, let them prepare." said Mr. Hardi.
I typed a message, I sent it to Atif.
[Pi, my friends are going to play at your house.]
send, send,
Thank God, my message was immediately answered by him.
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Pi2h Cynk's
[Yes, Please]
Short message reply,
Only me, Mr. Hardi and Bu Lutfia want to play, while others are offered no one wants, there is a bad taste, pekewuh.
At that time I all want to go to college, so that I all immediately wear free clothes, no longer wear uniforms.
About 11 hours more we departed from MI, it only took 15 minutes to go to the house Atif, the house I finally occupied since marrying him until now.
Arriving in front of the house we headed to the side door, because the front door was no longer there, dismantled and cut for the construction of the house Mbak Imah, the third sister of Atif who is still in the process. There are still builders working.
From the front of the door was already smelling a very pungent durian aroma, making my stomach eneg if not eat it. Not that I don't like durian, but if only the smell alone makes my stomach nauseous and eneg. I really don't want durian, but I do.
The door opened from the inside before we knocked on it and said a greeting. We said hello while entering the house. My future husband rolled out a jaguar carpet for our seats.
The three of us sat on the jaguar carpet, chatting lightly for a moment. Not long after the rent Mbak Imah out brought 5 glasses of sweet tea.
Emmh, this smell I can't stand. I want to eat it as soon as possible. Atif accompanied the three of us to chat. While Mas Amin seems to be choosing some durian fruit that is considered good for us to enjoy.
A moment later he joined us and split the durians in front of us.
"Come, taste the durian." Amen invited us.
It's our purpose to come here, my inner being.
We immediately enjoyed the durian. Only the three of us ate the durian. Three durian grains for three people. It was sweet, a little bit bitter and legit. Totally in line with expectations, podo koyo impen. Atif and Mas Amin just accompany us, do not eat durian.
"Durian got it yourself or buy it in a tree?" asked Mr. Hardi to Atif and Mas Amin.
"Have it yourself, take care of it yourself, pick it yourself." Answer Mas Amin.
"Well, can you climb a durian tree?" ask Mr. Hardi again.
"It can be." replied Atif.
Azan dzuhur reverberated, satisfied we ate durian. I went to the back to hitchhike to the bathroom, draining my urinary. Meet with Mama Imah.
"Mom Lek, you guys want to be told to eat, 'po?" ask Ma'am Imah to me.
"No need, Ma'am. We're going home." I replied.
"There is, Bulek. Stay present." Mbak Imah added again forced.
I went into the bathroom without saying anything. I'll drop my urinary immediately. By the time I got out there was Lutfia with the same purpose as me. I also went back to the front.
It turns out that the bandits are also Mbak Imah with his rent. Two basins filled with fried chicken and bacem eggs were served in our seats, just waiting for rice. My stomach is full of eating durian, especially durian it tastes a bit bitter so more crowded, sultry taste.
After Bu Lutfia rejoined together, we said goodbye. From behind Mbak Imah came carrying a basket of rice.
"Lho, this is the rice is ready, how dare you not eat?" ask Mama to us.
"Thank you, Ma'am. We're full of durian already." I refused. "We say goodbye, Ma'am." I said please leave.
We say goodbye to the three residents of the house, do not forget to say thank you for the treat, we go home. I hugged Bu Lutfia until the intersection into the alley to the house Atif Bu Lutfia stopped the motorbike.
"Today, yes, ma'am" he said.
"Yes, get here. Thank you." I said.
Thankfully, the bus passed by first, and I stopped it by waving my right hand. I went up and sat on an empty bench. Not many passengers, the bus was speeding. Maybe because now there are many people who have motorcycles. So the bus passengers are now reduced.
Fifteen minutes later the bus stopped at a bendo junction. I went down and crossed the road to the right side of the road. I went straight to the mosque to perform the dzuhur prayer.
After praying I saw my phone, still one hour, another hour new friends on coming. I decided to go to the cafe on the left side of the campus to look for recommendations for thesis titles.
When I got to the cafe, I immediately went into an empty room. I sat on a pillow and held the mouse. I looked for the title of the thesis along with the examples of the thesis. When the example of the thesis I want to download, it is immediately locked by the owner.
An hour I was in the cafe room, I came out of the room to the guard, I paid my bills. I got out of the cafe to go back to college. There are a lot of vehicles parked in the parking lot. I went into class to attend college this afternoon.
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The construction of the house owned by Mbak Imah, my brother-in-law has been completed just finishing. The house was still a building with the original house, only the door was closed with a wall.
One day while playing at my house, Atif said that next week Mas Amin wanted to marry, I was told to rent.
"When are we?" I asked Atif.
"Yes, wait another year" replied Atif.
"Why not go with him?" my protest.
"No way, Mimih. Ora ilok's. Later the bridesmaids are confused about where to go." said Atif.
"Can be different today, today Mas Amin tomorrow will be our new." I protested again.
"It costs Mimih, now we help Mas Amin, next year our assisted replacements.understand?" ask Atif.
"He understands" I replied. But I feel a little disappointed.
That day arrived, I was confused about what gift to give, just like the coincidence Imas, my college friend again promo silk batik and cotton dobby for himself. I take 2 pieces of silk batik cloth, I pay nyicil 3 times, DP fitting retrieval, second month and third month.
I made the two pieces of cloth into a fan-shaped parcel.
That day came, two nights I stayed at Atif's house. It turns out that both Atif's older sisters are not getting along, Mbak Rah and Mbak Imah. I don't know what got into you, uh that made them hostile.
When about to escort the bride-to-be to ijab qobul, people who enter the house Mbak Rah breakfast with vegetable barn, vegetable, and the people who entered the house of Mbak Imah eat rice with a complete side dish. I would laugh to see it, but I'm afraid of sin.
The bridegroom also had a swollen cheek next to her due to the coincidence of toothache again, it was a toothache no matter the time of arrival.
In the evening of the reception, I have been dressing up since after the maghrib prayer, I wear an embroidered hycon material with furing covered in green mint stitches of my own, I wear my own, with subordinates of army color batik gloves that I have made into skirts, as well as instant hoods mint color anyway.
People who want to do the manten one by one have come, meet the mats and carpets that are held. Before they leave for the reception at the bride's house, they make a meal first.
Shipping parcels and cans box snacks are lined up neatly in front of the house Atif. A moment later the car stopped on the road in front of the house to transport the parcel and friends. I approached, it turned out that the car was already crowded with escort village mothers.
It is customary in this area that almost 90% of receptionists are women, while 95% of ijab qobul attendants are fathers.
I went back to Atif's house. Atif out of the house, he wears black pants and a white shirt and black. Seeing it like this so feel he wants to say the phrase ijab qobul. xixixi...
"Mimih just go with the bridal car with the family." tell Atif. "That's going there!" he said it made me hurry.
Without disobeying his orders, half-running I approached the gazelle parked on the road, I turned my head into the car to see if I still fit in or not.
"Come on Miss Lek!" tell Mama who sees me wobbly.
I got up and sat in the back seat. The car moves away from the village along the rocky road that has not been touched by asphalt, because on the main road there is still bridge repair and can not be passed by the vehicle.
The bride's house is in Dororejo Village, south of Desaku, Wringinagung. The car arrived at the bridge, and next to the bridge there was an alley into my village, I almost slipped to tell the driver to turn right.
The car stopped in the parking lot, the passengers got off, I got off. Walk 10 meters to the reception, in the courtyard of the bride's house.
I shook hands with the receptionists, and the male receptionist was someone I knew. Mas Kelik, he was my upperclassman in High School. It turned out that he was the younger brother of Andriani's mother, the bride, the wife of Mas Amin. While Mas Amin was at Junior High School the same class Usnul, my sister.
It turns out that his sister, Atif and Mas Amin can be both older. I'm the same Atif 6 years adrift while Mas Amin and Mbak Andri 7 years adrift, longer than me.
I sat on a chair mingling with the female escort group. Atif doesn't know where. I followed the course of the event until it was almost over.
I saw Atif waving, I came out to him.
"What's up, Pih?" my many.
"Come, I'll drive you home." take her.
I also agree. For two days and two nights I did not set foot in the house. I miss my pillow roll.
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