Heart Fragment

The Devan Wedding

Pov Devan

It's day two. The day after tomorrow I must return to Bandung. Not thinking about Uncle Nayla. Could've accused me of fucking his niece.

I also couldn't continue to linger on leaving work. You know, I need to be professional. Bagas gave me too much leeway. On one side I am grateful. On the other side, I felt overwhelmed. Like working on your own.

Eryn also has no capoks. I blocked the number. He called me with a new number. Send those indecent photos and videos. Arrghgh! Basic Kunti!

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"I have to how else convince Uncle. If we never do that," I'm obviously trying to negotiate.

"We're here to keep the family's good name. Understand," he said while staring intently. Like I'm the guilty one in this.

"Did Uncle want us to return to Bandung with no legitimate ties? If later we commit adultery, of course Uncle will participate in it because he is reluctant to marry us," he said again.

"If it turns out you have committed adultery, of course Uncle is also guilty of marrying you!" emphatically.

My emotions were almost provoked. If only we could use a judge, we would. At least we've been trying to explain to Uncle Nayla. It's just, it seems like he's stubborn indeed. Not listening to them even though they were given many explanations.

"I'm sorry, but we're not that kind of couple." I stared straight, hinting through my eyes that I was a good man. While still trying to calm down in front of him. I saw Uncle Nayla breathing heavily.

"You guys, leave this house tomorrow morning. I'll get you married, but, no one knows about this," he said, standing up.

"Witness you guys, enough of the left and right neighbors I invited home to" he added.

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For every couple of brides. A sacred wedding ceremony, must be waiting and later with a thumping feeling.

Wedding dress. Makeup, decoration of the flowers are also accompaniment always gives a distinctive impression in every wedding.

But that beautiful moment doesn't apply here at all.

No tuxedo, no dress. Regular clothes like any other day. No makeup, no banquet.

After all is present. In Uncle Nayla's closed living room. With the number of witnesses and dowry provided. Be a sign, that the procession will be implemented soon.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Nayla Lisana Sidqin with a dowry a set of prayer tools paid for in cash!"

"Well!"

"Well!"

"Barakallaulaka wa barraka alayka wa jamaah bayna kuma fii khayr ..."

The feeling of haru and happiness enveloped Devan's feelings. The wait so far, now paid off already with a legitimate qobul ijab. Seen the mama from the screen of the device. He looked at his son, who is now officially a husband. Only through videocall can watch. Accompanied by Rani also mas Rahman.

Behind the room curtains. Nayla sobbed, not expecting the young man to really show her seriousness. She now officially holds the status of her husband.

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"Assalamualaykum my wife," said Devan as he entered the room.

He found his bride to be embarrassed. While continuing to duck playing his own hands. "Wa alaykumussalam warahmatullah wabarakatuh," he said slowly.

He sat down next to Nayla. On a wooden bed, which is just a woven mat.

"Why crying?" ask Devan.

"Sorry, Mas. Our marriage is like this" said Nayla.

"I've never had that problem" whispered Devan slowly.

"Honey," he added again while peeking at Nayla's cheek.

Making the girl's hair immediately bristled.

Nayla's face suddenly hot. In an instant, his cheeks had met red, making Devan become anxious.

He kissed the forehead of the girl who had legitimately become his wife. So deep, so slow. Now, he is the responsibility of Devan in the future.

Warm threads rolled back from both of Nayla's clear eyelids. He is really happy at the moment. Can't say anything anymore.

"I always wanted to do something" Devan said slowly. While observing Nayla's chocolate bead. It also restrains the growing irregularity in his chest.

"What, Mas?" nayla asked confused. Is Mas Devan going to eat? thirsty? or what? inner Nayla guessed.

"Shut up" Devan said as he slowly brought his face closer.

Nayla's heart was beating very fast. The breath of Devan was so felt in the skin of his face. He was suddenly nervous.

"Don't move" Devan said.

Seconds

Two seconds

The cup!

The red lips without lipstick looked even more red. Slowly Devan retraced.swept every inch there was. His eyes closed followed by a breath that collided with a wild beat in the heart that hunted.

"Mas!" The release of the pagutan that almost made him drown.

"Why?" devan was surprised.

"Sorry, but," Nayla riled up.

"Why? Afraid of mom reader?"

"No!"

"Continue what? Scared of the cut author?"

"Not really."

"Continue?"

"Emm, we should pack."

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