Heart Fragment

Marital Accad

Pov Rani's

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"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Nuraeni Maharani bint Samiran with a set of prayer tools paid in cash."

"Witness, lawful?"

"Yeahhhhh!!"

"Goddessa ..."

I heard a cheerful cheer from the living room, followed by a prayer reading from upstream there. Yes, this morning the marriage contract has been going on with her sacral. The mother who had been beside me, suddenly hugged tightly.

"Alhamdulillah, Nduk, you also marry. Selamet yo." Mom covered me with kisses on the forehead and on both cheeks.

Me, I don't know. I should be happy. But this reality says something else. There is one feeling that until this moment does not yet exist. Even though I really wanted it. Happyness.

"Mother come out firstwell, your husband will be here. Don't forget the sungkem," he said again and then left.

For a moment, I saw both of my eyes still glazed over. Ah, if you knew the turmoil in here. Which I don't know who to share.

I breathe heavily. I realized that I was no longer a child. I officially became a wife.

I spread my eyes around, tracing every corner of the room. Beautiful, purple color decoration dominant white. With the flowers of life arranged in such a way around the room.

My eyes caught the rose petals scattered on the bed. Forming a pretty big heart in the middle.

I stared at the reflection of the large mirror next to the dresser. White veil dangling close the chest, white dress made of fine satin blending tile with an elegant design close to the eyes of the feet.

Switch to face makeup. Trying to smile at your own shadow. I intentionally don't want to dress up too much.

"Assalamualaikum," came the sound of greetings from behind the door.

"Wa alaykumus -" I have not yet finished my greeting.

"Simple" He closed it. So presumptuous!

Almost want to nag him at length, or throw him with a broom at the end of the room. But when that realization came, I forgot that this room now belonged to him. This self has become his right.

Suddenly I was horrified. Plus my heartbeats are now beating irregularly. Nervous, of course, for the first time there was a man entering this room. Even the brother and father, you could say rarely set foot here.

I still look back at the mirror. Watching the man in white clothes walk up to me. No, not looking at the face. But looking at his approaching footsteps.

I ducked, twisting the end of my veil with my fingers. I can feel my palms very cold. I hope I don't faint. Or maybe this guy in front of me will take a chance.

Ohh no!!

I shake my own head. Such thoughts are so painful.

The tail of my eye caught it, it turned. Plunge yourself on the side of the bed. On the right side where he sat.

This leg was moved following his orders with a tumultuous heart. Now, I'm standing right next to him. I could feel him looking at me for a long time. Then grabbing my fingers, leading to sit next to her.

Slowly he touched the top of my head. Put his palm there. I was still downcast, feeling an incredible awkwardness. I heard him say a prayer.

"Just calm down, don't worry. I won't touch you before you can truly accept and love me" she said after reading the prayer and pulling her hand from the top of her head.

"Sorry," I said in a slightly trembling voice.

My feelings raged. There is pain that only I can feel. This marriage I didn't want has happened. Everything all of a sudden.

"I'll go out, someone will come in to pick you up. Many invited guests are coming soon. I hope you don't forget to eat, because all day we're gonna be so tired." He stood up to leave.

Until finally, "Tap!" I held his hand so he wouldn't leave.

The man looked over, catching both of my eyes. Immediately I turned down. Look at his shiny black shoes.

"Anu mas, mm .. that, I have not sungkem," I said at last.

"No need to hide."

"But I'll be angry" I assume. Imagine my mother's expression if I don't do her orders.

"Not told my mother" she replied.

"Definitely nanyain," I said quickly.

"So?" He asked, his right eyebrow raised next to him.

"So it has to be sungkem."

I don't know, just imagining mom getting angry I don't dare. I finally turned to the man in front of me.

No sound, no silence. With the position of the sungkem like this I became suddenly uncomfortable and confused.

"Mas!"

"Dad?"

"If sungkem gini, what do you usually say?" I looked up, looking closely at him.

I saw the nose shoot so pointed, and the look in both eyes. Oh, oh God!

I shuffled up. Recalling his gaze earlier that was so intense and so close, it made my heartbeat flutter irregularly. The heat began to spread on both of my cheeks.

It seemed like he was holding back a laugh, I saw from the mirror reflection, both his shoulders were shaking slowly.

"Oh, it's okay. The important thing is to be silent," he said as he walked closer. Now, he's standing right in front of me. "You are beautiful, ashamed of gini" he said again.

Whatts?!!