I'm Not an Actor

Get your brother out of here,,, take, uh,,,

Five o'clock exactly the team of wedding fairies came. I'm getting ready in my room. The plan is at eight o'clock Ijab qobulnya event will be held in KUA office.

So I think at seven I should be ready and go there.

A makeup artist who introduced herself by the name of Mama Lin started making over my appearance.

For almost two hours I sat in a small chair until my butt was hot.

Finished my face in-make over, mama Lin put on my clothes. A kebaya that really fits in my body.

Everything is in my body. Mama Lin allowed me to see her work on my glass dresser.

I was completely dumbfounded and barely recognized myself. If the manglingi says. I'm really pangling with myself.

I touched my face for a moment. I'm not dreaming. It´s real. I'm turning into a beautiful woman.

It could be that Yoga won't recognize me because he doesn't see the process. So did my mom and my dance. I don't know where they were when I was.

"Wait here first, huh? Mama's gonna be out for a minute." Mama Lin told me to sit on the edge of the bed.

I also obey him. I'll get my phone. Fad I selfie alone, to eliminate saturation.

I saw a clock on the wall. It's eight and a half. Why hasn't anyone come in to pick me up. Isn't the show at his KUA eight in the morning.

How about it's too late to get there?

I called Tari, but it wasn't picked up. I called Andi and he wasn't picked up either. I finally ventured to call Yoga, remaining unappointed.

What are they doing? The sound of music that was a bit loud made me unable to hear the sound from outside the room.

I've been so panicked. I walked around in my bathroom.

It's almost eight o'clock. I feel like I can't wait anymore. Don't let you cancel the event just because we came late.

I opened the door of my room, coinciding with mama Lin who was also about to enter my room.

"Let's go out" asked mama Lin.

"Isn't it an eight-hour KUA event, Ma? It's almost eight o'clock. How late?"

I almost cried because I was upset.

"Don't cry, the make-up will wear off." Mama Lin led me out of the room.

Arriving in the living room, I was stunned as I stared into the courtyard of the house and the terrace. In less than three hours, the courtyard had already been transformed into a luxurious reception venue.

The tent is grandly mounted. White and gold shades dominate.

Mama Lin took me all the way to the terrace that was already fitted with a rainbow.

In front of the table there is a large table surrounded by several chairs. Like it will be used for a wedding ceremony.

There was a father and two men who I did not know.

Mom and Dance sat by the table. And my son has been dressed up too. I smiled seeing him.

To the right and left of the tent were many tables filled with food. I see a lot of food and drink stands.

But I don't see Yoga and Andi mas. Where'd they? I spread my eyes.

And suddenly from the side of the house appeared mas Andi who memapah Yoga. They're walking towards me.

Yoga wears clothes in matching colors with my kebayaku. He looks very perfect even though the road is still limped in Andi mas.

The Yoga head that is still wrapped around the bandage is covered with a larger size should be, in order to get into the head of Yoga.

As soon as I got close, Yoga took my hand and took me to a large table surrounded by several men including my father.

Andi sat among them. Yoga and I are welcome to sit.

Looks like they changed plans. Which was going to be held at the KUA office, even held at my home.

One of the men introduced himself as the chief officer who was going to marry me and Yoga.

The other one said a witness from the Yoga side. Another witness my own brother, mas Andi.

I was still amazed by all that was sudden and became a surprise for me.

Mom put a white veil on my head and Yoga head. I remember again at my wedding.

My eyes feel dewy. I don't think I'm going to do another wedding.

My heart feels shaky. I hope this is my last marriage.

Yoga nudged my still pensive shoulders. Mas Andi looked at me and coded me to focus. I also nodded in understanding.

I had to throw away the memories of my past that suddenly flashed by.

Penghulu started reading the legal terms of marriage and gave us a bit of encouragement. Yoga and I understood.

Until finally Yoga said ijab qobul that has been exemplified by the officer of Penghulu by shaking tightly the hand of the father.

"How, legit?" ask Penghulu.

"No! I disagree with their marriage. This is not legal!"

All eyes stared at the source of the sound. Mas Angga stood at the entrance of the tent between two reception tables.

Then came some people who directly dragged Angga mas to go away.

I look at Yoga. Mas Andi immediately ran out.

Mas Angga sounded thrashed and just kept shouting.

That sounds embarrassing. I was like someone who betrayed him. Yoga took my hand. He believed me because he knew how the story was going.

Event continues. Yoga and I signed our marriage certificate. I don't feel my tears dripping.

The sacred event must be littered by the Angga mas who suddenly appear. And worse, all recorded by a camera that captures this precious moment.

After the ijab qobul event, Yoga and I were asked to take pictures first in the guarantee that was set on the terrace of the house.

I went to the pelaminan with a dance and Yoga that was fulfilled by my father.

Toni, the Yoga photographer friend I've been to, took a lot of our poses on the lap.

But most of the poses we sit in, especially Yoga because she still can't stand on her own.

After the photo session, came a group of people who said their Yoga college friends.

Many of them went up to the sewers and greeted us. Not forgetting to take pictures together.

Then came another group of people, said Yoga was his family. They should have witnessed the event, but because of the obstacles the car broke down on the road, they came too late.

There was an older woman who was swept away by Tari. Yoga is her grandmother. Grandma Dance too.

Although he was old, his appearance was very elegant. It shows that he is not from the bottom.

He climbed into the pelaminan and immediately hugged me tightly.

"You're so pretty. This is Omanya Yoga. Dance as well." He introduced himself.

I kissed his hand again with reverence. Yoga still has Oma. Still got family.

Even more than I thought. One by one they were introduced to me. There's his aunt, his uncle, his pakdenya, his buddies, his nieces.

It's worth Yoga and Dance to prepare a lot of food from catering, because they will deliberately entertain their families in my family home.

I am grateful that the commotion that was done by Mas Angga happened before the Yoga family came. If they see it, put where my face is.