IF YOU ARE A FOOL

The Hidden Charisma

Arriving at the residence of sister Maryam, a wedding ceremony is being prepared. All the families and invited guests sat down with wisdom.

I just passed through that place to the other room where Sister Maryam was.

It was my mom there, and that's for sure. As a makeup artist and wedding dresser plus family costume, surely mama has been struggling in this place from yesterday-yesterday.

Not spared from my sight, there was also ummi there who was cool talking to mom. Hopefully this is not one of the efforts to PDKT to mama.

Sister Maryam immediately told me to change clothes with kebaya clothes that have been prepared. But I refused to make up first, wanting to see the bride and groom meet after the word "SAH" was said.

Lots of do'a and congratulations there. Finally, their happy day came as well. The day I got freedom from the frills of "the Lecturer's Storage" must have made hot ears!

This is not how much, because the invitation at the event is limited to the family. I just want to smile happily when most of the students/students witnessed the 'error' of what they thought of me all along.

Yes, Mr. Nicholas invited representatives from every class he taught and representatives from organizations.

After witnessing such a happy thing, Siska and I went back to the room to apply makeup. Actually very sad, but want how again. This was at the request of Maryam's own sister, and at the instigation of Nicholas certainly. Even off campus, he asked me to call him 'sister'.

Oh yes, with the parents of Brother Nicholas, his condition improved as news of the marriage of his youngest son. He was also present on this happy day. I knew him after Nicholas and Maryam invited me to visit him. He was friendly, as were the rest of Nicholas' family.

It feels like being caught between the affection of many people. Don't forget that sister Maryam is a cousin of Ustad Billal. Surely there is him here too. I haven't given an answer yet. But Ustadz Billal's attitude was more normal, no longer looking at me with a skinned look. I just hope, his intention was only known by him as well ummi.

There will be a moral burden if all family members know, and expect the same thing. "it is very heavy this feeling, O God" I said in my heart.

I was sitting in front of the mirror, being made up by my assistant. But my eyes aren't really looking there. My mind is wandering everywhere.

"watch the sambet, a blank look from earlier" Siska who had finished the self first approached me.

"tau nih si eneng, from earlier I asked also in pecans continue" said mbak perias. I just smiled smirkingly.

"continue, if it is beautiful we will do Kay" asked Siska, who I myself do not know what to do.

"so welcome statue" said I origin.

"willing to see ntar, toal toel asked for a photo with the artist" Siska began to talk original.

"ye, narcissist" I said. Then I stood up leaving the room followed by Siska.

The courtyard of sister Maryam's house is very spacious, so there is no need to rent a building to hold this wedding.

Guests invited to the second session began to arrive, after the first guest when the meeting left the venue. While the bride is already sitting sweetly on the lap.

Someone from Maryam's family approached me and Siska. Tell us both our duties. That is standing guard in the guest book when the invitation from campus comes, precisely in the third room.

This means that the moment is still relaxed, free to do anything.

Ustadz Billal is standing as a guest presenter. Looks like guests from the pesantren and family business associates. With the clothes he was wearing at the moment, there was a plus that I had ignored all this time. Coupled with the decoration of the smile in each guest shake hands, sweet as well as his smile.

"astagfirullah, what I am" I blinked my eyes, before being seen as aware that he was being noticed.

I pulled Siska's hand to leave our current place. Putting yourself in another room might be better. It's not our job at the moment. And there's also nothing we know of guests at the moment.

Siska and I headed to the back garden, where there was a fish pond. There's a swing too.

Uh as it turns out, there's a little sister there accompanied by two nannies. Maryam's sister and other relatives.

No one was looking as long as we were in the back garden. Tau like this and later it will be more fresh. Now that sweat has been pouring in, the interest is still an hour away. A few times yawned and it felt like it wanted to close the eyes.

"iya ustadz" replied Siska.

"hawh, can sit also finally. Maryam who married why I was tired yes" a silly remark from ustadz Billal that I first heard.

"it's ustad, brides everywhere are sitting sweetly in the guarantee" I said spontaneously responding to the words of Ustadz Billal.

"make the wedding" I said again, original.

"yes, ayok. Same with you" (ustad Billal)

gubrakk, I fell off the swing.

"Kayra you don't have a father" Siska spontaneously helped me, but was no longer helped.

"that, frog" I pointed at the frog who had almost jumped over my leg. His intention of saving the leg from the frog, uh fell off the swing instead. Which then welcomed the laughter of small children.

There was a small laugh from ustadz Billal, but it was trying to cover up. Maybe I'm afraid if I'm embarrassed.

"is someone sick? " ask him when Siska and I sit on the couch together.

"no ustadz, just shocked"

Lucky kebaya that I wear is not dirty or torn. "ah, basic. try was still wearing a wide skirt. I can jump" my grunt in my heart.

The voice of Adzan from my phone rang.

"already dzuhur ya" exclaimed ustadz Billal then stood up to go to prayer like it.

"ustad, if you wear makeup like this, tayamum's prayer is not legal? " ask Siska who then stops ustadz Billal's steps.

"as long as there is water, tayamum is not recommended.

You will still want to welcome guests, after the invited guests come you pray" Ustad Billal explained then left us both.

"Kay.. Kay" Siska whispered.

"it's actually not so bad, Ustadz Billal. Already handsome, his religion is good, the job is well established, age is also definitely mature. Arab blood as well. Less especially try? " Siska spoke while continuing to look at the departure of the ustadz.

Two babysitters were chasing the children, feeding them wherever the children's footsteps went. So be safe, our conversation won't be heard.

"Maybe according to some people, Ustadz Billal is suitable to be a dream husband. Tall, big, pointed nose, sunken eyes, very typical Arabicnya. With good religion, Turkish s2 graduates. Being a teacher in the pesantren family itself, it could even be one day he will be the nanny there.

But unfortunately JODOH does not see it all. My little heart doesn't want that at all. Born inner I was not ready. Even if people say love can come with time, I still feel like marriage is still a taboo thing for now.

There are still many things I want to make happen. Ustadz said he would give me freedom even if I married later. But I'm not sure about any of that. However, if there is a husband, there must be something different.

I want to carry out my responsibilities one by one calmly. It does not always have to be worry when outside the house, because there is a husband waiting for our return. Not to mention with the family, where from a marriage must soon be expected momongan. Big nooooooooooooo

Make me shiver myself know Sis if thinking about it all.

Anyway no. No and No"

Imagining what I just described to Siska, made me close my eyes while shaking my head. It's too horrible to imagine a wedding for now.

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