JIWO PROMISE

Obviousness

Pov Vitri

And that is what is revealed by destiny.

I have chosen to give up on following the message that is in front of me. Married to Mas Hari.

I'm done with the. And all the mothers who were fretting (helping with the cooking show in Hajatan) at home alternated to my room just to see the results of my bride's makeup and praise.

I look manglingi (changing, different) he said.

My mother repeatedly praised me with a face that sparkled with happiness and pride.

If you knew, Mom, for the twinkle in your face today I would risk my happiness for a lifetime.

Pray for me, Mom, I will be sincere and my home life will be fine.

Even though until this moment I felt what I was doing was still like a dream.

There is no sadness, heartbreak, or despair I feel in my heart right now.

But there was also no happiness, palpitations, or anxiety I felt in my heart.

Just feel my feelings right now.

I really can't believe that what happened today is the truth.

A reality of life that I have to live any way later.

All Javanese custom wedding processions I can go through smoothly.

Everyone seemed happy and happy to see the 'show' that I performed with Mas Hari.

I can also smile as the guests greet and congratulate and pray to both of us.

Perfect.

My festive wedding that my extended family has designed goes very smoothly and successfully.

And all of that I still think of as just a dream.

A dream that knows when it will end.

The reception is over at one o'clock.

Because of pee keblet, I rushed out of my room after I took off my wedding dress and put on trousers instead.

I just smile at the ledge of my neighbor's mothers who are still in the kitchen because the event is not finished.

The bathroom of my house is at the very back of the house, must pass through the kitchen first to reach it.

To avoid the tearing of the neighboring mothers in the kitchen, out of the bathroom I chose to cover the side of the house and planned to enter through the door that penetrated into the living room.

The faint voice of Mrs Dukuh who is now legitimate so my in-laws drew my attention to what she was talking about.

It looks like he is changing clothes and removing make-up also in the front room which is very rarely used.

But because there will be celebration, the room did not escape the event arranged and cleaned.

"Sakjane I ki ki less sreg karo option Hari. whereas okeh cah wedok sing luwih seko Witri sing nyeraki Hari. Ono kancane SMA sing podo-podo army, ono sing dadi doctor, ono sing PNS. Lha kok yo sing was chosen even Witri. (actually I was less sreg same choice Hari. Though many girls who are more than Witri are approaching Hari. There are high school friends who are the same as soldiers, some become doctors, some become PNS. How the chosen one was even Witri)." said Bu Dukuh it was very clearly heard by me who stopped right in front of the locker room whose entrance access was only blocked by a gordyn.

"It's her soul mate, Mom. Just a good prayer for his son and daughter-in-law." sounded the voice of a makeup artist who was helping remove make-up.

"Yes yes. How about it again. Hopefully, Witri does not disappoint and will make Hari ashamed. Witri is what it is...Definitely do not understand how to get along with the military" said Bu Dukuh again.

My heart feels crushed many times to hear it.

My knees were already trembling withstanding my mixed feelings.

My palm was already soaked in cold sweat.

I want to cry. Complaining to mamak let mamak know what my in-laws' mouth looks like.

But how could I possibly act like that.

I can only breathe heavily. Very heavy.

Wo, if your mother would say that too?

Why do I remember Jiwo?

I was only able to stroke my chest repeatedly.

Strong..strong yes Wit...

It turned out to be as low as my value in the Mas Hari family.

It turned out that the friendly and sweet attitude of Mas Hari's family was just up front.

Oh Allah...Welcome to my wedding like this?

"Must be quiet, Mom. Witri is also a pinter. If you have to learn, you will learn quickly. There will not be any intention to embarrass the husband, let alone the big family." said Mbak fairy half-defended me.

My heart is a little happy to hear it.

Mas Hari apparently had taken off her wedding dress and had changed with white hem and army green jeans semi.

It looks good even with a tired face.

"There are friends coming. Let's meet first." take Mas Hari while grabbing my wrist.

It felt like I wanted to take that hand off of my hand, but was it worth it to do that?

"They happen to have a task in Solo. Put yourself in here." Mas Hari said as she looked at me softly.

"I'm not like this, Dad? Or did I change my clothes first?" manyworry.

The words of my mother-in-law certainly loom over me at this moment.

I can't embarrass my husband in anything.

"No papa. Beautiful." replied Mas Hari as she rolled her eyes.

"But my subordinates are long pants. Kebelet peed." I said while not feeling well.

"No papa. It's even cool. No hassle." said Mas Hari reassuring me.

Alright.

At least Mas Hari did not mind my appearance for him to bring in front of his army friends.

"This is what I introduce, Madame Hari Prasetyo" said Mas Hari as soon as he arrived at a table containing six men in TNI-style striped uniforms.

I welcomed a helping hand to the six men who were looking at me kindly.

They were named Ibnu, Martinus, Ujang, Rahman, Dedi, and Joko.

"We'll be their neighbors" said Mas Hari, looking at me.

Dik? Since when do I have a 'Dik' call'?

I don't like that call.

"In the dorm?" I looked at Mas Hari.

"Yes. But they're a little far from our house. They're up ahead, in the dorm section for unsold bachelors. If we will be a bit in the middle of his house." explained Mas Hari who invited swearing to six friends who apparently no one married.

"Lady!" the voice of Bu Dukuh who was a little loud called me to surprise all of us who were cool talking.

"Yes, Mom." I replied as I hurried over to my in-laws who seemed to throw a sweet and friendly smile at Mas Hari's friends but then looked annoyed at me after we entered and I was in front of him.

He has changed style. Now it is wearing a knee-length skirt suit and a short-sleeved blouse that looks expensive.

Bracelets, necklaces, earrings, and gold rings were scattered on his body. Glamour.

"What the hell are you doing looking like that? Just be ashamed!" said Bu Dukuh with an annoyed look that looked very overflowing.

Was my mistake really so fatal and so embarrassing that it had to be scolded like this?

"But I asked Mas Hari he said no papa kayak gini, ma'am" I replied in self-defense.

"Answer answers if you know your parents! You don't embarrass my son. What model looks like that? A bun, put on a kebaya, under the trousers?! Why don't you wear melly flip-flops?" nagging Bu Dukuh while looking at my appearance with a look of disdain.

I looked down at the end of the leather sandals I was wearing.

"Yes, I'm sorry Mom. I'll change into a better shirt." I said finally relented.

In addition, there is no good it is also sprayed by in-laws on the first day of being his daughter-in-law.

"Udah no need. You don't have to see her if there's a guest. Make it a shame." said Bu Dukuh as he passed towards the exit. Maybe I'll say hello to Mas Hari's friends.

Oh, my God, this feeling in my house. Why was he the director?

Where did you go from earlier not look?

It should be the mother who is the host now, not Bu Dukuh.

I finally decided to go back into my room.

Because it was forbidden to come to see his guests Mas Hari, I decided to take off the bun and remove the makeup on my face in order to help Ma'am fairies then will bathe and shampoo.

Hopefully with a shower of my heart and head will be more cool to face reality.

The fact that my in-laws are fierce and just sweet in front of me.

...💧💧💧 b e r s a m b u n g 💧💧💧...

Reminding for those who still like to forget to leave 👍nya 😄 trail

I just ask for that wage aja lhoh every up..cook tega do not give also 😢😢😢

What happens if I ask for flowers, coffee, and votes? 😅