Hold on or let go!

The Eps 225

Azan dawned, I rubbed my eyes and rose from the bed to the bathroom. Don't forget to put my towel around my neck. It is used to shower before dawn, so it feels like there is less if you want to pray at dawn to bathe.

About fifteen minutes I had finished my bath and was getting ready for the dawn prayer. It didn't take long, I also completed my obligations. I decided to take a tadarus first. After that, I grabbed my phone.

There was a chat from Febri mas who said if he had just arrived home. I just agreed by replying to his chat.

After that I put my phone back on the nightstand. I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. In the kitchen, there were many neighbors who came. That feeling when I took a shower, it was still quiet.

"God, you know Bia saiki uwayune rek???!!! Candidate manten ojo Nang kitchen anyway! Ngko nek lengo piye?"

(God, long time no see Bia now beautiful! Bride-to-be not in the kitchen! What kind of oil splashes?)

A spate of chatter mbah-mbah that already looks like that on me while rubbing his betel. As a result, her sexy lips blushed..oopss!

I said uwayu??? Just say AYU is simple.

I was just as comfortable as a smile hearing compliments from Mbah who I think is more than three times my age.

Beautiful is still in the honey! My word in my heart.

"Pripon kabare mbah? Stay healthy!"

(How is the news)

"Yo ngene iki nduk."

(This is how it goes)

"Alhamdulillah, in healthy paringi and age dowo ngggeh Mbah!"

(Alhamdulillah, in healthy love and long life Mbah)

"Yes nduk!", he patted my shoulder which was now sitting next to him. Apparently, it was Lek Dar who asked them to come to this house. Not for a moment to hire them, but the respect of the elders around the house and stalls.

"May this be your last marriage! Think of your previous marriage as a lesson so that you are more careful and do not repeat the same mistakes! Because beautiful looks will never defeat the beauty of the heart. Mbah sure, your ex-husband regretted wasting you!", said the Mbah.

"Yes Mbah, God willing!", I nodded. It turns out that many are paying attention to my life journey, right???

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"Marsha, really you can't go to east Java this time?"

"Sorry, but Alby knows for himself if I want to go home too. Sorry huh? Can't make it!"

"Yes, nothing!" said Alby.

"Yes, I've booked a plane ticket for Alby's family for departure later tonight."

"Yes, thanks Sha!"

"But before this, Mas Alby still have meetings with clients at the Xxx restaurant at ten!"

"okay!"

Marsha came out of Alby's room. After Marsha died, Alby stood staring at the expanse of the Jakarta city building that he saw from the twenty floor where his office was located.

I haven't seen you with Febri alone it's crowded like this Neng! Obviously we are separated! Then how did you feel then, who witnessed your husband chanting the qobul ijab with Silvy before your eyes???

Without feeling it, Alby shed his tears. Not whiny! But it was just the expression of the heart of someone who was sorry. And his regrets won't change anything! All late!

What...I just failed their marriage tomorrow? Alby Mumbles.

Ahh!!!!!

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"Tangi'o Forest Feb! Even turu wae!"

(The Feb building! Just sleep!)

Bu Sri woke up her youngest child who was still comfortable on her bed. Though the day was almost noon, but since the dawn prayer Febri even slept. Even she still wears her gloves and coke shirt.

"Febri!", cried his mother.

"Astaghfirullah, Mom! Alon-alon wae too!"

(Slow down aja)

"Piye arepan alon! You uwangele's in a swarm! Ndang tangi'o, let's keep breakfast. I wes meh ten o'clock!"

(Where to slow down. You are hard to wake up. Wake up, shower and breakfast. It's almost ten o'clock)

"So Mom, I'm Jeh sleepy hoammm!"

Pluck! Bu Sri hit the arm of her youngest son again.

"Oh my God, Mom! Yes, this is wake up!", said Febri immediately sitting down. After seeing her son really wake up, Ms. Sri came out of her son's room.

Febri rushed to the bathroom. Bathroom in the back, near the kitchen! His name is Ge in the village. Rarely does a house have a bathroom.

Febri took his towel, took off his scabbard and his cocoon. Confidently he walked towards the kitchen wearing only his inner t-shirt and boxer pants.

He did not realize if it turned out in the kitchen there was a group of women who gawked to see his presence in the area.

Febri who was new, there were creatures looking at him with a strange look round his eyes. After that, he took a shower in the bathroom near the kitchen. He turned to his room again. But not yet in the room, he passed his father.

"What the hell is Feb?" said Mr. Bambang who was surprised by the behavior of his son who walked in a hurry.

"You take a shower sir!"

"Well, take a shower, why come back?"

Mr. Bambang examined the entire body of his son from head to toe.

"Some of you, the habit of using it is so rich! A button t-shirt with a boxer tok!"

"Kan Febri doesn't know a lot of people in the kitchen!"

"Yo wes showers in the bathroom of a paddy warehouse."

"But the toiletries in the back bathroom, sir, I'm ashamed to take them!"

"Marijuana! Go to the bathroom barn. Bring a change of clothes. Mr anterin sabune! What do you want to take bathin all?", ledek Pak Bambang.

"Emoh!!", said Febri as he entered his room again.

After half an hour of bath drama passed, Febri was already tidy with her casual clothes. Long jeans and collared shirts.

"Where are you going?", asked Bu Sri to bring a bad breakfast for her youngest child.

"Ga go everywhere Mom!"

"Oh, where are you going?"

"LT...!"

"Hum?"

"Later my photos are the same Aisyah's late in the descent. Not good if Bia saw!", said Febri in between his meals.

"Yes, I'll ask Bejo to clean up your room!"

"Thank you my beautiful mother!", woo Febri. Madam Sri just smiled. But after that his face was sad.

"Why Ma'am?", asked Febri to his mother who was sitting next to him.

"I'm sorry Le!", said Ms Sri.

"I'm sorry about what?", asked Febri.

"Your mother used to be in a relationship with Bia."

Febri sighed softly. Put the spoon and face the mother.

"What has passed is already Mom. We were both sincere. Maybe we should go through those days!"

Bu Sri nodded weakly.

"Thank you, ma'am, I have approved of Febri and Bia!", said Febri sincerely.

"Yes Le!", said Ms. Sri.

"Yes, Febri wants to eat again."

"Yes! Oh yes Feb, Kyai Anwar Zahid's mother for your reception? His intentions were Gus Nuha or Mumpuni's ustazah, but his schedule was solid."

"Yes ma'am, set it up. What matters is the talk. Kyai Anwar Zahid is also native to east Java, even more powerful if the lecture is the same people here ma'am heheh."

"Mommy also sends an invitation to those who are willing to give you a thumbs up. Without comments and their thumbs Mak othor is nothing 🤪''

Bu Sri handed him a piece of paper containing several names.

"A lot of people, ma'am?" said Febri. He read them one by one.

May they please...

Sacred Dafa, Linda Emilda, Salsa Billa, Inding Ida, Goddess meliasary, Davil_14, ceena92, Sri adiani, Sri Dewi, Ainur Rizky, Ningsih noble, Asmarani Maiia, Azizah neneng, Kalis Gomes, Zhandi Yusuf, delis Ahlia, Rani Ummi, Sogen acia, Santi Olive, Neneng Nuraini, Septi Ramadani, Anita rafifa.

"Is this all Mom?"

"Ngga know, if you don't call me sorry!", said Ms Sri sincerely.

"Heum, yes. Hope they understand Mom!"

"Yes Le! Oh yes, all are ready, your official clothes that make ijab and the reception has been ready. The moment is also done. Which I don't know yet, what dowry did you give Bia, Le? You haven't made ijab tomorrow?"

"God willing Febri is ready, so memorize Mom! about the dowry ... Febri has brought it from Jakarta! A moment!", Febri got up from his chair and headed to the room. He took a picture frame containing money that was shaped into a mosque.

"This is real money?", asked Ms Sri.

"No, it's toy money. But later Febri still give real money as appropriate, this is only symbolic!"

Bu Sri nodded. Then Febri opened a jewelry box containing a set of gold jewelry consisting of necklaces, bracelets, rings and earrings. Which if in the amount will weigh twenty grams. That's delicious! Mas kaesang who was the son of the president only dowry three hundred thousand no problem really, the important thing is that the marriage is valid SaMaWa. Not the amount of the dowry!

"Keep the dowry what is Le? What's the jewelry?"

"Money Ma'am. Two million eight hundred and thirty one thousand."

"Thus? Reason why?"

"There's a weird reason, ma'am. It's just a reminder. Our age at marriage that's two eights equals three one."

Madam Sri nodded. The wedding this time is not as good as before which should be this that is thick with Javanese customs and also military customs.

Now it looks common. Because the ceremony of the sword orgies also only applies once to a Febri.

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This is how it used to be, huh? Thanks for the support. God willing, come up again.

Keur nyeuri huntu!!! Mon sorry who has been called his name hopefully no objection! 🤭🤭🤭

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