Husband Setting

Tamy Again's?

When the night had returned, Jen had prepared with a lace midi dress with a blend of pink and pale blue. It was so large that it swallowed its small body. Her hair was tied low and seemed loose until the beautiful woman looked fashionable and relaxed. Darren said they were going to attend a wedding.

Darren says he can't go home because he takes care of the wedding so Darren asks his papa to pick Jen up at home.

The first time was a welcome Dinka that was not good in the eyes. Jen already knew that Dinka would not be as happy as Mama Desy when Jen sat in the cabin of this family car. Jen clearly heard the grunt of annoyance coming out of her little in-laws lips. Then Jen who also did not want to look for a disease that would make him ignited and upset himself, finally just shut up and turned her face looking out the window. Yes, can reply but of course he is more concerned with his values in front of the in-laws than the satisfaction of seeing Dinka mingkem and can not do anything.

Patience, Jen .. patience.

The silence at the back of the car contrasts with the situation at the front. The humorous couple was incessantly chattering and telling stories. About how funny customer mama Desy when wrong address, about how papa Rendi boss who likes to be angry because of his own mistakes, and many more things that make them endlessly laugh.

Jen laughs occasionally but not with Dinka, the girl puts her hands on her chest, occasionally her eyes peeptily glancing at her mother. Sardonic chirping sound, full lip whistling, Jen has seen all along this journey. And Jen just shook her head in response. The girl's mood is not as good as it looks.

"Whose wedding is it, anyway?" jen murmured as the car stopped in front of an alley filled with motorcycles and cars, then human tares, and the screams of the fathers arranging the parking vehicles.

"The wedding of Brother Tamy ..," replied Dinka who was close to him that time in a combat-ready tone. Jen turned her head with a frown on her forehead. Tamie? Again?

Wait ... gosh, why is his heart beating pain hearing that name. It was as if Jen was suffering from prolonged trauma when the name was mentioned.

Jen stops to look around, making sure she doesn't misunderstand anymore. Convinced that Darren is here solely because he is Tamy's friend, then tries to think positively that Darren is too busy and the time is not enough if you go home first. Yeah, that must be so.

Jen was sure that after the first half started with the peace of the war between them, now she did not want to look silly and childish anymore. Big no for excessive and childish sensi attitude. Jen has turned into a mature wife and woman.

He steps closer to Dinka, though Dinka cynically throws away her face and keeps a distance from her as if Jen is an infectious disease worth avoiding. Jen is just trying to get rid of all the bad thoughts and throbbing pain due to the less pleasant treatment of Dinka. He curled a smile to get rid of all that.

This situation continues until inside the tent that is transformed like a beautiful caudate room. Jen admires this masterpiece, so she does not notice her steps, and ends up bumping into Dinka who is in front of her. Not stopping there, due to the collision, Dinka so hit the people in front of him who immediately nagged him.

Jen gasped and immediately stood up straight, her eyes bulging with guilt blanketing.

"Eh, sorry-sorry ...," said Jen, looking down. "I'm sorry, sir, Mom .. I wasn't intentional." Jen was still bending her body repeatedly. His face was red with embarrassment. He still clearly heard the annoyed scolding from those people.

No one fell or was damaged, but Dinka was very upset about this. So when Jen approached her to see Dinka's condition, she immediately shook her hand quickly.

"The real road, can't you, anyway? Sana far away from me ...," ketus Dinka with a sour face not playing. "said the rich, how the style of the village is that." He justifies the clothes and hairstyle that had been torn.

"Dinka, why say that, anyway? Jen must not have been deliberately ...," defended Mama Desy who saw a commotion not far from the door caused by Jen and Dinka.

"Defend him troos!" hatch Dinka while dodging away. He stomped his feet while walking.

"I'm sorry Dinka, yes, Son ...." Desy could only sigh and rub Jen's shoulder with a deep sense of guilt. Jen just shook her head in return. The two of them looked at Dinka who disappeared among the invited guests with a heavy sigh.

There, Darren is seen sitting among his sidekick. Tamy was talking pleading for the blessing of his parents. Yes, here there is only a haru atmosphere enveloping. Then he faintly heard the advice of the ruler who will lead the kabul ijab.

"When a man says kabul, that is to say, the duty of a father is finished, and passes to your shoulders, O ananda Muhammad Zabir, are you ready?" said the penghulu. And Jen remembers correctly that sentence as well as the one that the penghulu once said when Darren married her. Jen was stunned, how heavy was the burden of a man after becoming a husband?

"... after ananda said I accepted the marriage and marriage of ananda Kurnia Sintamy, meaning ananda Muhammad Zabir was also ready to feed, ready to give clothes and give boards. Ananda must stand at the very front to meet the needs of clothing, jewelry if possible, food from halal work, and a decent board for your wife and children later. Including skincare so that ananda Kurnia Sintamy remains beautiful and there is no reason for you to cheat one day. Is that right, son? Are you ready, son?"

Jen bites her lips as her smile expands. He almost laughed along with other guests who found the advice funny.

"And no less important ...," the hand of the ruler pointed to the two brides before turning to all who were in front of him. "... is to respect the wife and love her, and to pay properly according to religious law. Today, there are many loopholes in the name of religion, to violence and acts less civilized in domestic life. Remember my son, take care and treat your wife well and properly, Ananda understood?"

Jen involuntarily nodded, even if it was for the husbands but why did it feel like Jen understood. Ah, he seemed to come to terms with a long, soothing advice. Seeing a wedding once again made her remember the essence of a marriage.

The kabul event took place shortly afterwards, Jen sitting a little away from her in-laws and Dinka.

Darren in the distance saw his wife look awkward because he did not know any of the guests present. He moved to get close to his wife, but was hindered by some of Tamy's friends and colleagues who took turns greeting Darren.

Jen is really lonely now, she is self-deprecating, trying to make herself comfortable by being pulled over and away from attention. Seasing it himself in Darren's world.

"Alone, Beautiful ...." Jen looked over with a surprised expression. That low voice that was so close to his ears really shook his body.

"Darren ...." He turned his head back where his lips had landed on Darren's lips. Her hand followed with a slap on her husband's arm. Slowly a reddish tinge filled his cheeks, then his thin lips folded deep.

"You're beautiful ...," praised Darren as he rubbed Jen's heated cheeks.

"What, anyway?" Jen slapped her husband back in the chest. He scrunched up his face that was filled with laughter and shame, until he finally hid it to the side.

Darren chuckled softly, then straightened his body, offering his arm. "Want to eat or to the bride first?"

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