He's Not Mine

31. Aisha's Wedding

The closing ceremony of the regular training with Pasmar 1 in Lantamal V Surabaya has ended. From this enterprising came the formidable soldiers of the trained Navy. Several awards on selected soldiers have been pinned by DanKorMar, including Suryo. That friend of mine does have a special skill that not many other warriors have. A taifib soldier who managed to empower his men so that the platoon he led often excel in every training event together. His life story is also perfect, a beautiful angel has been present in his small family. Suryo is the one who has strengthened me when I am weak and fall, his spirit is high, although sometimes he and my younger friends often mock my personal life that has failed several times.

After the release of the troops to Jakarta, I immediately headed home to attend Aisyah's application event. Until home, chairs and tables have been placed on the terrace, living room and living room has been emptied and held wide carpet. Some dishes are also delicious.

I greeted my parents, and she seemed to shed tears as I kissed the back of her right hand. I wiped the tears from mother's cheek, “ini happy day Aisyah, no tears.”

“May you get a soul mate soon!” mom hugged me. 

“Aamiin, what else should Bu prepare?” my many.

“Change clothes there! Soon the group of candidates for besan come!” said mother.

I wear a long-sleeved black gold batik suit combined with black pants, and black peci. I walked out of my room towards Aisyah's room that was preening.

“Mas Priest!” Aisyah who was sitting in front of the mirror turned her head towards me. “Wih, beautiful in Aisyah!” I rubbed my youngest brother's head.

“Change the clothes! Don't wear that shirt!” aisyah Pinta.

I saw the clothes I was wearing, “why?”

“Mas Ardi who wants a proposal, if Mas wear clothes like that is ready for marriage contract. Exceed the person who wants the application!” Aisyah said quickly like an express train.

“This new shirt, this shirt is intentionally Mas wear for this event!”

“No Mas, over! I don't want to wear that shirt!”

“Wear which dong?”

“Serah, the important thing is do not batik long sleeves like that!”

Hana, son of Kartika hugging my right leg from behind, “hore, Pakde has come!”

“Wah, son sholihah pakde beautiful once!” I held my nephew. “Bulek Aisyah wants to get married, dressed up very beautiful!”

“Hana want to also dress like bulek?” I asked Hana.

Hana nodded a few times, adorable once, repeatedly I kissed her.

“Mas, quickly change his clothes.” Aisha shouted a little.

“Iya, yes. Bulek ask pakde change clothes, Hana who chose clothes for pakde ya!” I spoke to Hana, but Aisyah was glaring.

“Wear father's shirt only Pakde,” Hana gives options.

“Daddy's clothes if Pakde made just this, then Pakde's navel looks,” said while measuring the stomach using his hands.

Finally I put on a long-sleeved gray shirt and rolled up half-sleeve, then prepared for the magrib prayer before the party arrived.

Ardi's parents submitted a proposal that was immediately accepted by the father. Back when Kartika's proposal and marriage, I didn't go with her at all. This application is held with full service. The two brides-to-be seemed to have a happy smile, ha .. ha .. You when Mam? I asked in my heart.

Ardi's family asked to immediately be held a contract and wedding reception because in fact this application event has been postponed for so long. Eventually the two families agreed on another month to carry out the marriage. It's very short, but it's okay, the sooner, the better.

After the date and technical trinkets of the reception, the event was closed with a photo together and a meal. 

While eating together, Ardi sat down next to me. We shake hands, “Mas Imam huh?” sapana. “Iya,” I returned his handwriting. “Yesterday I called a few times but was picked up, Mas!”

“Oh yes? I rarely hold hp. Coincidentally yesterday was also busy, there were guests from Jakarta. Sorry, so what about?” I'm so sorry I didn't answer her phone call.

“Aisyah asked me to contact Mas Imam before tonight, but until now have not chatted,” Ardi smiled shyly at me. 

“Mas,” Ardi paused his words, then looked at me then lowered his head. 

“Why? Anything important to deliver?” my many.

“I want to apologize for forcing Aisya married, so Mas Imam so surpassed Aisyah.” Ardi was still down when he spoke to me.

“Gapapa. You are great, you dare to propose to girls. I lost step.” I laughed to melt the atmosphere. Ardi smiled shyly, “thank you Mas!”

***

A month after the application, the wedding ceremony and reception were held. The brief preparation turned out to have been carefully planned by Ardi and Aisyah, I was very amazed at them. All of them handle well and neatly arranged, ranging from invitation cards, dishes, decorations, stage, bridal clothes and makeup, uniforms for families and organizers, entertainment music, souvenirs for guests, panic, etc, documentation, all well programmed. I feel like they're right for marriage.

The morning at eight wedding ceremony was held sacred. I did not expect my youngest brother who used to be spoiled, now coupled with a man of his choice in front of the ruler. The father faced Ardi and shook hands, the two said a promise to marry Aisyah. Mother was seen shedding tears when she saw her youngest child who was now officially married. After the agreement is carried out, the two brides ask for blessing on both pairs of parents. A solemn atmosphere full of haru. After asking parents for blessing, the two brides went around greeting and asking for blessing to relatives, including me.

“Congratulations Bro, titip Aisyah!” I shook Ardi and clenched my hands together.

“Iya, Mas. Thanks for the trust.” Ardi.

When Aisyah came before me, her tears were still burning. “Cie .. cie …. Who is married! I already have a husband!” Aisyah kissed the back of my hand then lowered her head on my chest, I hugged her. “Alhamdulillah, Mas's sister is married now!”

“Still yes, Mas!”

Starting at noon, the reception began. Guests began to arrive a lot, ranging from relatives, neighbors, handai taulan, friends from Aisyah and Ardi who happened to come from the same workplace. 

The one I'm most looking forward to is my old friends and the boys. Henry and his wife came in early. They were not long due to a long trip and carrying a baby. Until the night no more friends of mine came to this event, as well as my men.

When it was late at night, the guests went home. Several guest seats have been cleared, but no more guests from my battalion have come. What's up, huh? Curious too, I opened the phone, a lot of messages entered the platoon group I led and the group of commanders in the battalion.

I opened one message at a time. Apparently, the information I got was a fatal accident that befell the son and son-in-law of the Colonel steadfastly. The two had a severe accident that left Colonel Teguh's grandson dead on the spot. I shuddered in horror at the photo of the incident. 

I called Suryo, “Halo,” Suryo's voice on the other side sounded weak.

“Where are you, how did you not come home?” tanyaku relax.

“You don't know that her husband and son Resti were in an accident? Along the toll road was totally jammed. I directed members to turn around to reduce congestion.”

“Yang actually Sur?” i'm making sure.

“I'm still on standby at Resti's house waiting for the arrival of the body. Tomorrow morning will be buried.” Suryo whispered a little.

“Means that Hendrik was here before the incident huh?” ask again.

“Maybe yes, until now I have not met Hendrik. All battalions are in mourning. I can't imagine Resti's feelings right now. You'll be here soon, Mam.”

I'm silent, want to go there but definitely can't bear to meet Resti. “I finished the show here first, Sur. Tomorrow I go straight to the funeral.”

“Yes, tell Hendrik to standby here in your place! Tomorrow we look at her husband Resti”

“Ready!” I hung up the phone from Suryo and went back to see the phone that still had photos and videos of Resti's son and husband's accident, then called Hendrik. “Siap, Ndan.” replied Hendrik.

“Where is the position?” my many.

“Siap, at the funeral site. Several members have been ordered to dig graves for the grandson of Colonel Teguh,” Hendrik explains in detail. 

“Good, continue. Tomorrow I will directly come to the funeral location.” I hung up Hendrik's phone. Resti, the strong! I said in my heart.