Getting Married through Tradition

22. Thank goodness, Sah!

Even in the morning, Pak Praja has prepared a special mosque that he rented for his son's ijab qobul event. And, Mr. Praja has explained to Mr. Kyai and also witnesses other than the family concerned, about the purpose of the marriage of the series. And Mr. Kyai also agreed with pleasure, considering the association of children today are very free.

Pak Praja has m–share location to Mr. Darma. Mr. Darma is getting ready for departure to the location.

Hana has been made up from home by Bu Darma himself as MUA. So, once at the mosque, Hana just needs to change her clothes with a kebaya.

The fragrance of jasmine flowers that adorned Hana's hair, was so striking in the car.

Hasan and his family arrived. Not long after, Hana's family arrived. Hana covered her head as soon as she got out of the car.

No one knows this marriage except the people involved. Accompanied by her mother, Hana changed clothes in the toilet. Her heart was constantly pounding, considering that today was her wedding day.

After she finished changing clothes, Hana and Bu Darma entered the mosque. There was already Hasan's family, its rulers, its witnesses, and also its own papa.

HASan POV.

After the dawn prayer, I continued to pray to the creator, hopefully, today's event went smoothly. My heart was still doubtful, but, when I found out, that Hana was my future wife, there was a sense of relief in the corner.

This morning, I saw Hana sitting next to my future mother-in-law. She is very charming in a white kebaya. Her hair was curled without a bun. Just in decorated by jasmine flowers, and there are also some hairpins there.

Her simple dress, became so luxurious. My eyes could not stop not looking at him. But, I hurriedly bowed my head, as his eyes caught mine.

My heart is beating unbecoming. Today I will say ijab qobul. That is, Hana will be my wife, even though it is not yet state-legitimate. My hands trembled, cold sweat began to wash over my sweat, when I promised.

"I received, married and marriede–nya, Hana Ceriana Darmawan bint Darmawan with a hundred thousand rupiah, paid in cash,"

"Huh?" ask penghulu.

"Sahhhhhh," replied everyone present here.

"Alhamdulillah," said penghulu then berdo'a to end my wedding.

I've officially become Hana's husband religiously. My feelings I can't express. Whether sad, happy, angry, disappointed, or other feelings. I'm just confused what to do after this.

At a young age, I had a trust. Guiding people's children, which is now my responsibility.

POV Hana's

This morning, I couldn't hide my nervousness. How not, today is the day where, I will change the status of being the wife of people. I am no longer the responsibility of my parents, but the responsibility of others, who will become my husband.

Actually, I would love to run away from this reality, how not! I who was a girl, just growing up, had just occupied the bench of SMK, faced with early matchmaking quickly.

Kids my age should focus on learning, not thinking about anything else. But, inevitably, I have to live the tradition of my family, which has been passed down through generations. I don't want to hurt my parents, who have cared for and raised me so well. There's no way I can dispute both of them's wishes.

Mama, dress me up so nicely. I like her makeup that looks natural.

Along the way, my heart could stop at nothing to pray, hoping that nothing would ever happen, but, that was impossible because everything was well prepared.

After changing clothes, I immediately entered the mosque. I caught a glimpse of my future husband, how handsome he was, wrapped in white Jaz and wearing a peci on his head. At first glance, his face was similar to the person I once loved.

When I looked at him, he was looking at me. I could feel how nervous he was. I squeezed my own finger to strengthen myself.

When the ijab qobul was spoken, I felt like I was about to faint, everyone was crying happily over this marriage. They kissed and hugged me in turn. I also cry. I don't know what I'm crying, I'm confused myself. You must be happy, or sad. Or rather, just ordinary. I don't know, whatever I feel, the reality has made me realize, that from this moment on, I have been legitimately the wife of people.

POV author

Hana and Hasan changed clothes. Hana removed the makeup that was stuck on her face. Although the makeup has been removed, however, it does not reduce the beautiful aura of Hana's face.

They cleaned up all the equipment while waiting for the Adzan Dzuhur to be heard.

"Ceri, from now on you call Aunty, Mama well," said Bu Praja while stroking the shoulder of the Cherry.

"Yes Aunty, uh, Mama," replied Hana stammering.

Mrs Praja smiled and hugged her mantle, "Thank you, Cherry."

Happy feelings cannot they just pat. Miss Darma hugged Hana a few times. Her daughter is now not her responsibility.

After the Dzuhur prayer, they intended to have lunch together, however, Hasan could not because there was a project that he had to work on that day as well. In the afternoon, he had to present.

"Sorry, Mah, everyone, Hasan cannot join, there is work that Hasan has to do" said Hasan, clenching his hands.

"Well, what a pity, that means, Cherries can't come to lunch, too?" ask Bu Praja.

"You want to come, Papa, Han! I went home first, because this project must be completed today as well" said Hasan.

"Yes, that's a project from Papa's new client, Le! Hopefully Papa's new client, likes the same results," said Mr. Praja to his son.

"Amin" replied Hasan.

"What project will I do, Hasan? Then, go back to that house, meaning to her parents' house, or to her own house?" Hannah wondered in her heart.

"Ceri, would you like to come to lunch?" ask Mama.

"Em, I guess, I'm coming, Hasan's coming home, Mah! Later on, Cherries eat the same Hasan at home," answered Hana who was actually curious about the house intended by Hasan, and of course because he himself wanted to prove the words of his father, and, about Hasan who is independent.

"Well, if you want to come too papa, Han! Go back to Mama's house first. I'll pick you up" Hasan continued.

"Where do we live?" ask the curious Cherry.

"Ceri, did Papa ever say, Leo it, already has his own home. After this wedding, you'll stay home, Leo. But, if you want to visit Papa's house, it's okay. Origin, same, Leo. Inget, right now, if you're going anywhere, you have the same permission, Leo. Understand!" said Mr. Darmawan.

"Rubber! And one more thing, even though you are married, you should not have intimate contact well, you are still in school, you should study as high as possible. Especially for you, Leo," Ms. Praja reminded.

"Yes, Mah! If so, Leo go home first yes, you are careful later" Hasan told his four parents.

"Yes, you be careful on the road huh," replied Bu Praja.

Hasan was ready on his bike, not forgetting he was wearing a helmet.

"I'm coming, San!" exclaim Hana.

"Yes already naek, if you want to come," replied Hasan who was ready to press his motorbike.

Without further ado, Hana went straight up in Hasan's motorcycle seat. They then left the mosque.

"Alhamdulillah yes, Miss Darma, this marriage went well. Thank God, the kids agree,"

"Yes, Mom, thank God," replied Ms. Darma accompanied by a smile.