HANDICAPPED GIRL

45 GC

"Where's sir?" back the penghulu asked about the certainty of the ijab qobul event after waiting almost half an hour. Whether to be done or cancelled. Given the time that is almost approaching eleven noon Dirga has not yet come.

"Wait a minute sir! five minutes is okay" said Ramlan. This time he was almost desperate. The worried face could not be hidden, clearly imprinted on the wrinkled old face. Disappointment began to eat away at his heart. If it is true that Dirga did not come in these five minutes, then this marriage must be void. I don't know in what way he'll explain to Nia and everyone. Where's Dirga? That's a big question mark right now.

Penghulu is seen sighing, glancing right left towards the witnesses, to ask for an opinion. He was a little tired of waiting for the presence of a prospective groom who molested for almost an hour. Not to mention the pak penghulu has to go somewhere else after this, he might be the one who will be late. Fortunately the person in the lyrics gave a nod. It means 'ok', ready to extend the waiting time for five minutes.

"Well, if in five minutes the father's son does not come, the marriage is forced to cancel. Just made a re-schedule, which is clear a month ahead of me full activities" said pak penghulu with a heavy heart.

Mr. Ramlan just nodded languidly. He also cannot do much. He asked twice for more time. In his heart he continued to pray, may Dirga come in the appointed time.

Occasionally Mr. Ramlan dropped his gaze towards the white woman who was downcast with a restless and lethargic face. The woman beside him calmed down. Afterwards throw a look back at the main door. Hoping and always hoping for Dirga to show up at the door.

"What if Dirga didn't come?" great-granddaughter Nia was slowly full of worries. He met with the mother Fatimah buk who always accompanied him.

Fatimah was silent. He was confused what to say. The smile on his lips looked stiff. Frankly buk Fatimah is equally worried. Perhaps, it is the person who is most worried right now.

Dirga is not the prospective daughter-in-law of his choice, blessing alone feels heavy to give. Especially during a week at the home of Mr. Ramlan, Fatimah buk increasingly know the character of his future son-in-law. Rarely coming home, nor did he have any attention to Nia.

Supposedly, even if married out of responsibility, prove it. This should not be responsible, only Mr. Ramlan who bought it. Remembering this makes the Fatimah buk even sadder. Was it really her decision to marry Nia? Or even the opposite. Unfortunately, without a wedding, her granddaughter would later receive embarrassment. Because nasab is necessary.

Seconds change minutes, minutes continue to increase. The requested five minutes are over.

Penghulu again glanced left and right while nodding and winking, as body language ended the waiting event.

"Sir Ramlan!, sorry, we are permission.." not yet complete pak penghulu sentence, heard greeting.

"Assyn.....!"

"Walaikumsalam.." answered all in unison.

Dirga is in the doorway. His appearance was a little chaotic, maybe time-hunting that he said was stuck in the traffic jam. The white shirt worn is also no longer tucked into the pants. All eyes were focused on him.

"I'm sorry, late.., I'm stuck in traffic" Dirga said. The real cause is only he knows.

Relieved, that's what Mr. Ramlan felt. So did Nia and the people who were there.

Without further ado, the event immediately began. Dirga sat cross-legged

"Where are the witnesses? Sah ..?!" pengulu glanced at the witness.

"Well...., legit......."

Tests......

A clear thread dripped from Nia's round eyes. In the words of law, then in the blink of an eye, changed already his status to a wife. The wife of a Dirga who never loved him.

Even the man who had the title of her husband, had not once looked at her. Let alone looking, glance reluctantly. And he sat beside her. Is it inappropriate for Nia to be a Dirga?

"Barakallah. Everyone also prayed. Seen wisdom.

Finally ijab qobul done. Dirga has legitimately made Nia a wife both religiously and stately.

After signing the marriage book, Nia was asked to greet Dirga and her parents.

At first Nia seemed hesitant, to grab the hand of Dirga, the husband who married her because there was a life in Nia's womb.

Dirga was reluctant to lend a hand to Nia. The pengghulu reprimanded himself.

"Now, you are legal. Let alone doing more relationships, reward rewardsnya" joking contains advice that pronounced penghulu.

Dirga smiled awkwardly, extending a hand. He realized that he had let Nia hang her hand in front of him.

"Ma-af" said Dirga as he touched the shoots to Nia nutmeg. A prayer he prayed. Slowly.., no one even hears, only he and God know.

Nia, with a thousand fears at heart, was forced to come back in contact with the man who caused the trauma for her. Be her body trembling slightly. Sweat also flooded his forehead.

Nia did not say at all when the apology was said by Dirga. Nor does Nia know what the apology is for.

Now it's Nia's turn to shake hands with Ramlan sir who has sat to the left of Dirga.

"Sir...!" call Nia slowly. He grabbed the brownish-wrinkled hand of Mr. Ramlan. Kiss her with wisdom and Nia's tears came back.

"Sorry papa." Mr. Ramlan couldn't hold back tears. His voice is also hoarse. She cried. "Sorry papa for all the pain that Nia has been through. Sorry also Dirga. Papa hopes that Nia can be patient with Dirga" Mr. Ramlan stared into the round eyes of his daughter who was already foggy. "Now Nia has really become a child. Papa prayed Nia and Dirga could live this household. And papa's hope, you're happy forever. Never have a divorce"

Fatimah's Buk, sitting next to Ramlan's sir, swept both cheeks. Mr. Ramlan's words just now, touched his heart. Especially Nia's only daughter.

Dirga's turn to greet Mr. Ramlan, an old man who is so meritorious in Dirga's life. "Pa.." A warm hug between Dirga and Mr. Ramlan ensues. "Mafin Dirga" a joke cannot be avoided. Dirga crying in Ramlan's arms. No more haughty Dirga, there is now only a small Dirga in the eyes of Mr. Ramlan.

"Be a responsible husband! Papa tipped Nia. Happy him! Don't even make her cry.

"Your....!"Nia greeted Fatimah.

There is no word, what the two feel is the same. Both are crying. Soluble in the bitterness of the life they went through.

Wejangan also felt unnecessary. Buk Fatimah felt Dirga only married Nia on the basis of responsibility. Not love. Satisfied with spilling sadness, buk Fatimah and Nia broke into a hug.

Dirga shifted himself, he greeted the Fatimah buk. Actually buk Fatimah was reluctant. It's just, there's still a bad taste.

Penghulu and all the guests have left Mr. Ramlan's residence. Each is supplied with a pack of boxed rice ordered from the restaurant.

Satisfied talking casually while giving encouragement to Nia and Dirga. Mr. Ramlan had Dirga take Nia to his room.

Buk Fatimah herself, since the ruler and others came home, chose to enter the rest in the guest room that she and Nia occupied. Actually, it's been two days that he feels less well. Maybe the tired factor of taking care of Nia the last few days.

"Ga...., take your wife to bed rest! Pregnant women should not be too tired!" pinta pak Ramlan on Dirga who sat by his side with his feet together. All three are still in the living room where the ijab qobul event was.

"Good pa..." Dirga began to rise from his seat and Nia followed.

"Come....!" bring Dirga.

"Sir....Nia rest first yes.." said Nia politely.

Mr. Ramlan nodded, "Rest...! In Dirga's room, not in the guest room! You are legal as husband and wife"

Nia and Dirga are in sync with each other's lyrics. Nia actually wants to refuse, but not feel good with Ak Ramlan.

Be both going together. Dirga in front, Nia tailed behind.

Seriate.....