IF YOU ARE A FOOL

SAH

A long series of flush processions has been completed. Tired, don't ask.

Not to mention at home continued with the recitation of Qhatmil Qur'an and send do'a. Of course I'm not the one involved in the event, just want to rest can't.

How about a break, the nephew cousins and their soldiers were unceasingly coming in and out of my room.

Because my room is decorated with fresh flower decor. Actually I'm not the one who asked, but it is undeniable that the distinctive fragrant aroma of fresh flowers does provide its own therapeutic aroma for the brain. A calming effect that arises when inhaled deeply.

Until finally the oma who intervened ordered all the small creatures out.

Now I am left alone. Trying to break the body. Who knows, these fragrant aromas can lead me to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept. I think the body is still sore. But what power, at dawn before the sound outside the room was very boisterous. Do those people not get tired? I want to get married, but like those who are passionate. Though also have used the services of WO, but why are they still complicated as well?

How could I forget, we all need to eat here. Jeezoo

I'm down the stairs. The kitchen no longer looks where the edges are. Understandably, if this is not how when else do they gather all like this? It's a rare moment.

Finished taking some of my cake back upstairs.

"later at half-six the makeup came on Kay" said Bude Shinta.

"can't bude, if in her makeup while sleeping" I said.

"maybe. If you want the results to be a clown" said aunt Nila.

"she said she was queen, a day ago. What, there are even tired of all" my grumble.

"whoever asks for an impromptu marriage" Gilang chimed.

Short but piercing.

Until the morning before I was sitting neatly in front of the dresser. The feeling of dag dig dug was still enveloping. Plus still no word from Dian. Miss, do I miss him?

With a polish from the best wedding fairies in town, my face turned into someone I barely recognized "manglingi" the Javanese said.

By the time I was done in makeup, all the other family members were ready. Several cars were lined with ribbon ornaments on each door. Seeing that it all feels aaaaaa, aaakkhhh I am really going to get married today.

It did not feel like a tear escaped from the eye. Whether it's happy tears or something.

Without me looking any deeper, I was led into the car.

Before the door could be opened, a horde of humans that I very much expected his presence to come with a sparkling face and instantly made a furore.

"Kayraaaaaa, uwh. very pretty"

"Kayra congratulations yaa"

"A new sorry may come today"

The voice of the three unpretentious girls managed to grab the attention of several people.

Even Meysa came in with a hug and a cipika cipiki straight away, it seemed like she had forgotten that I had been in makeup as beautiful as this.

"yuuuk, cusssss. Later the hunt faded tuh make up" said the assistant perias. Either the satire or the warning, which must have made my three friends retreat instantly.

"you're going to the ijab, right? " ask them.

"yes, why so early so come if only to be a security guard in your house" said Siska. I rolled my eyes, puffed up. Something seems wrong with my question.

"ok, go on later. We're leaving now" The assistant warned.

"i'm the back of the road, waiting for Maryam's sister" Siska said, waving as I entered the car.

Thank God, my happiness is finally complete today. Everyone closest to me is here to witness this historic day of my life.

I was accompanied by mama, adek and kak Sofia with driver Kak Gilang, driving a car in the middle of the entourage. Fifteen cars were driving. It feels like something once, truly memorable and perhaps never forgetable. I feel really bag queen today. In fact, dreaming of being the president's daughter never.

Suddenly, Kak Rendra appeared with his police duty car taking the front position. So that our group was seen accompanied by a police car. Providing freeway. Where else is this scenario??

I smiled faintly recalling all the wonderful events I received these few days.

"Sister Rendra?????

He said he could not come because there is an out-of-town service" said adek surprised.

"out of town. He served in Semarang, now inciting incantation in Jogja" ahirnya Gilang sak spoke up after stopping laughing. (manten\=penganti)

"aissttt, this big brother. Turns out to be me"

"actually it is not the intention to move to the deck, but you are the only one who does not connect" said Sofia.

"he is lola. Loading Lama" back brother Gilang talk. Which certainly can be rampaged from adek.

"bride is forbidden to laugh. Ntar her make up broke" chirped sister Gilang who instantly made me hold my stomach. Sick, the laughter that was about to come out was suddenly blocked.

"what the hell, brother. Rules of where it is" I said.

"from your assistant make upper" said sister Gilang cynical. I remembered the incident before leaving with friends.

"tau tuh's. That's wrong with him. Human half-woman" she said.

Maybe something happened outside of my knowledge. Bad things may be, which makes "ses Nita" (once the door to be addressed) increasingly have an unfriendly image.

Unfortunately I didn't have a chance to confirm. My phone rings there's an incoming call from Dian. Featuring her fresh face with white clothes and jasmine flowers wrapped around the neck. Ready to sit in front of the father. There was a papa seen there.

Earlier this morning it was told if the ijab procession will be accelerated. So that the marriage guardian is asked to attend first. While the bride can catch up.

"maaaa, the kobul ijab will be carried out soon" I said, staring at the clingy mama. My heart was a fraction of a minute better, now it's shaking again. Even more powerful than before.

"yes. We pray from here, baby" Mama hugged my shoulder tightly.

We all raised our hands, silent for a moment to give do'a help. Ijab kobul will run well.

"don't worry about Kay" said Sofia.

"it looks so bad, brother, if my face is tense"

"ma, hold my heart ma. Like running a marathon"

What appears on the screen at this time is a procession practicing "spoken kobul ijab".

" speaking Javanese, Indonesian, Arabic, English, or others? " Contact welcomed laughter as a person. The guy's a funny guy, too.

"bismillah, Arabic" Dian replied firmly. My heart is getting bigger. But God willing, he is capable. I know it. And he has also been able to become Surah Al Baqarah as a dowry.

Why is Al Baqarah, because it is the longest surah in the Qur'an.

With hope, there will be strength, patience, perseverance, tenacity, throughout the life of our future household.

The sound of "SAH" had echoed through the room as I began to step foot in.

Honestly, my body is shaking right now, with tears already welling up at the end of my eyes. Ah, it's melancholy for me.

There was always MAMA, who supported me. Gave me strength. To this day. Maybe after this is no longer, or even still the same until later.

My arrival was immediately welcomed said Hamdalah. Then I was invited to sit next to Dian. Kiss her hands, then raise both palms to pray together.

Now continues the file signing procession.

Shortly the photo session took place.

The first pose I felt full of passion was, as she clasped my hands tightly and kissed my forehead firmly.

Sorry, God, I can't say. Happy, haru, longing, sprains too, mixed into one.

After all these days in camp, there was no news. I can finally meet again. With a new status as a wife. HALAL wants to touch any model.

Really, I feel like I want to hug her tight.

Unfortunately it can make my bridal makeup fall apart. Lazy also if in the same omelin ses Nita.

Continue with other photo poses.

The gazes we met, only at that moment could I say that I missed him so much. That's if he understands the meaning of my gaze.

All the families are waiting for a photo together. So you have to be patient to be able to say directly "aaaakkuuu kkaannggeeennn".

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