IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Flush

Two weeks is not enough time to finish everything that is going on.

Bidding from Pesantren, packing goods until boyongan back home. While time still requires me to continue the search for an internship. After one place that I really expected was filled by the family of the Manager of the company itself.

Not to mention the wedding preparations. For the general thing I leave everything to mama. But for offerings and dowries, of course I take care of myself with Dian. A series of items that must be purchased as a condition of surrender are given by the oma. Lucky mama still gives leeway, not necessarily all lists given by oma in complete.

Tired, that's for sure. But this happiness makes me the spirit of four-five. And right, the thought of Brother Jo and all the complexity that goes on evaporates just like that. Because there are far more important things that are currently filling my mind.

This is the time when I died pesantren by being picked up by mama, papa and did not miss Dian. Even sister Maryam with brother Nicholas also took the time to come to accompany my departure.

Still as usual, if outside the campus Mr. Nicholas asked me to call him 'sister'. Even now he is the one who became my guidance counselor to compile my thesis.

Actually it's not time yet, but I've already filed to start compiling the thesis. Who knows if my marriage will be this fast. So it's definitely abandoned.

Everyone smiled happily to let go of my departure. Including ustadz Billal and Siska. Even I can leave quietly leaving Siska alone. It's hard to be apart from friends. But because I knew that Siska would definitely receive a proposal from Ustadz Billal, so that I could leave quietly.

Yes, it went according to what I expected. Siska is willing to accept a proposal from ustadz Billal. And ustadz Billal was with his parents had visited Siska's house this week to meet Siska's parents. Perhaps the application will officially take place within this month as well.

Travelling that is shrouded in happiness. It rarely happens, right?

I don't need to count anymore, the day seems to be going so fast. Not yet had time to breathe after hunting so many purposes, tomorrow has to prepare for the flush procession.

Mama invited the salon guy to pamper me at home.

After getting tired yesterday finally can sleep comfortably. On scrub, massage, cream bath, facials. The body feels fresh again.

Relatives of relatives from outside the city have also arrived. The house became crowded. And it feels like I am suddenly the son of the Sultan. There is nothing that serves. Someone prepared to take it too.

Well, this special thing is to be a bride.

I was with the group had reached the Pancaneka building. The building that I had entered once before, has now been conjured into a different room that I no longer recognize every bend. Either at the request of Mama or Dian, the decorations are this grand.

Siraman will be in the title in a few moments. It feels like my heart has been dug. Especially tomorrow before Ijab kobul huh? It could be tonight I can't sleep.

While Dian, lost somewhere. Since he finished shopping for necessities, he had never heard from again. Let alone suddenly appear in front of the house, phone or just send a message ''hay" it was also not. Is this what it's called in PINGIT?

Can only pray, hopefully all given health and smoothness until the day H.

The event began with the study of the mother and continued with a flush.

Just for a flush event, want to flush the water. This is how complicated it is. Must be polished make up first, wear this and that, astagfirullah ribetnya.

Preparation is complete. I have been worn clothes and dressed in such a way as Javanese traditional flush.

While walking towards the flush spot, there was a large and long glass there. Honestly, I am looking at myself right now. My tiny body was wrapped in a Peach-colored flush suit with a jasmine vest dangling down to the hips. The smell of flowers filled the room.

I sat in a big chair and the show was starting. The MCs began to recite a series of events. Followed by a few sentences of Javanese language delivered by interpreter paes. (paes\=rias)

one centong

two centongs

three centongs

Centong by centong on my head alternately started from the oldest family.

Getting a hug from all family members feels overwhelmed.

Big things will happen in my life. But that doesn't mean my whole life has to change, does it?

"i can still hug Gilang kak not if already married? " ask me in front of everyone. Very happy because sister Gilang took time off on my wedding day. If not, maybe I can sulk seven days and seven nights, even more.

"yes.. if your husband is not jealous anyway" said not Gilang relaxed.

"not being able to hug each other anymore doesn't mean that the affection is gone.

Because 'hugging' doesn't merely glue a hug. It could be the hug in the form of support, enthusiasm, support" Mr. Ustadz who filled the event helped deliver advice.

The show is over. I went back into the dressing room. Too bad, at a time like this there is no Melan or Siska who accompanies me. Friends who are never separated. Friends are like the head and tail. It feels so lonely my heart.

It's certain that Melan became a companion in the groom's family. And Siska, today she is engaged to ustadz Billal. As for the other companions, I wish they could all be present. Because this marriage does not take place on Saturday or Sunday, but Wednesday.

Accompanied by a large family, this in no way diminishes my happiness. Even if there is less.

I returned to the middle of the family to resume the event, which was the time for the sungkeman session.

What goes through your head when you hear the word 'sungkeman'?

Of course, an activity that definitely leaves tears. But those are all tears, happy tears.

By wearing clothes that are still in line with the flush procession, I stepped.

With a feeling that still remains dag dig dug.

Maybe until tomorrow until the voice of the SAH fills the room, I still feel the same.

God, give me the peace to get through the biggest day of my life.

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