Late Wedding?

Official Proposal

I smiled with satisfaction when I found the fact that you just revealed. If asked who is the most meaningful person in your life other than both parents, I would not hesitate to answer you. Why that? Because in addition to being a father to me, the Father is a role model in everything. Besides, because of his support that gave me freedom in making my life choices. You have always been the person I relied on to convince Mom that my choice was the best for me.

Yes, like my choice to study and work in Jogjakarta first. Then now, you managed to persuade Mother so that my application does not need to use all events. Relieved, Father is my role model, not sorry it ever made him my first love. Hehe.

"Zinc?" ask the Father in between his chuckles.

I smiled while nodding enthusiastically. "Banget, Sir. Thanks, yes, sir. You are my role model." I hugged my father tightly.

He smiled and then nodded and stroked my head. "Yes, equally. Mr. Seneng if Putri Pak seneng."

"But you're not angry?"

"Would your mother be angry with you?"

I was straight up. "Oh, sir."

"When?" ask you to pretend you don't remember, or maybe you don't remember.

"That time, sir. Father-time"

Ehem Ehem

Well, me and Dad immediately turned to the origin of the voice. We found Mother staring at us with her expression, which was a little cranky. Me and Dad looked at each other, before focusing our eyes on Mom.

"What's up, Mom?" ask the father to represent.

"Mom's talking to Qilla."

I looked at you doubtfully. He nodded immediately, and said, "Then, do it first. Still a little sensitive" he whispered later.

I nodded and stood up, then followed behind Mom.

"You seriously don't want anything for your application?"

I nodded confidently, without the slightest hesitation.

"For a pretty nuclear family proposal event, ma'am. Let it feel kinship, new to ijab qobul and other events. What you want, Qilla doesn't matter."

"Well, how is it up to Mom, you think you want to marry Mom?" ask Mom with a little sewot.

I grimaced while scratching my head which suddenly itched. It seems to be true, Mother's mood is still not too good. Wrong little in saying, then kelar already my fate.

"Are you seriously getting married or not? Mom was surprised, like ora karep ngono. Opo pancen or karep?"

Breathe in slowly, then breathe out! Breathe in again, then exhale!

Patience, Aqilla, patience! Remember, heaven is under your feet. Don't reply with a sewot tone, I'm thinking a lot. He also wants to be understood, and related to you younger, so just give up first.

"Mboten, Mom. Insha Allah, Qilla is ready and serious to get married" I replied trying to calm down.

"Where's the evidence?"

I then raised my right hand, which was now embedded in Reynand's diamond ring. Not a birthday present, but indeed the ring he used to propose to me.

"That's what?" asked Mom with a surprised expression.

"The ring that Reynand gave me to propose to me."

"You-you"

"No, Ma. There is no kayak application show on tv-tv so really," I cut before Mom continued her sentence.

"Okaya?"

I chuckled then nodded. "Yes, Mom. Ordinary, do not use other events. Rey proposed to me personally, don't use the troupe."

Mom took a short breath and glanced at me unsure. "Seriously, are we not going to do anything for your application?"

I smiled and then nodded confidently. "No need, Mom. Enough ready-made dishes to entertain the Rey family, that's enough."

"Background uses Engagement, isn't it?"

I scratched my head confused. "Must use that, ma'am? If you don't do anything?"

"If you don't use Engagement writing, then if you want what photos?"

"If you want a photo, yes, just a photo. The important thing is that there is a camera" I replied casually.

Mom immediately nodded in anxiety. "When there is no background?"

I sighed resignedly. "Yes, already. Whatever Mom is, how do you want. The important thing is not to let guests, yes, ma'am. Let our family."

"This happy news, Nduk. Moso ora dik share."

"Mom," I whined later.

"Yes, yes, our own family accepted. Don't invite neighbors and others. Satisfied?"

With my bright smile, I nodded enthusiastically and hugged Mom tightly. "Thank you, ma'am," I said sincerely and kissed her cheeks in turn.

Mother snorted, then pretended to put on an unpleasant face.

"Wes arep dadi bojone uwong, ra legit spoiled," Mother's message.

I nodded enthusiastically as I brandished my two thumbs and kissed Mother's cheek one more time.

"Dear, Mother!"

"Huh, enek want yo sayae baby. Try not, boro-boro."

I grimaced in response.

"Here you go, I want to go to Budhe Parti's house first. Tell me to help cook for tomorrow's show" Mom said and left me.

"Shall I take you, ma'am?" tawalku.

"Ora. Let your Father do it," refused Mother.

"Here, padhune, let's date that," my lead, teased Mom.

"Lha let's go, wong has kok," replied Mom casually.

As soon as I gawk. 

"Mom go first!" pamit Mommy then. "Assynnya!"

"Wa'allaikumussalam," I replied and then I walked into the kitchen. Take a few snacks and then go back to the living room.

"The wisdom is relaxing" I said, throwing my ass on the couch.

I then blamed the television and opened the packet of potato chips. Just now, wanting to enjoy, uh, my phone just went off. With a little unwillingness, I finally put down my kent chips and grabbed my phone, which had been lying on the table.

Instantly I immediately snorted annoyed, when I found the name listed on the phone screen.

"Sir Qilla!! When are you coming back here?" scream someone from across.

Can you guess who the owner of the voice is? Yeah, that's right. The voice belonged to Sandra.

"Don't disturb my vacation, dong, San?" reply fierce.

I then again grabbed a pack of my chips, picked up some chips and chewed them a little rough.

"Bak Qilla is evil!!"

I was straight up in my mouth. Which fortunately doesn't make me choke.

"Patience, dear, wait for Monday, yes," I said calmly.

"Kelamaan dong, Ma'am. Astagfirullah!Do not challenge the boss, Mbak Qilla can be as calm as it is, Mbak. Cassian me."

Emang seems, only Sandra forbids her boss to not be as nice as her own employees directly.

"Loh, I'm the boss, San. You don't fuck around, I'm pe-"

"Not funny!" cut Sandra judes. Because it's too familiar, Sandra so memorized with my jokes.

"I want a proposal first, San. Is that your time?"

"Yes, seriously dong. Time to joke."

"When?"

"Sunday."

"Well, soon to be the wife of a dong?"

My cheeks were suddenly hot, finding the fact that Sandra had just uttered. Right, yeah, soon I'll be somebody's wife? Reynand's wife? Oh, my God, how does it suddenly feel, huh?

"Sir, is Qilla still there?"

"Don't, I'm matiin, yeah. You work there!" I said to switch the conversation. "don't wait for me not there, you can just as easily, yes," I added later.

"Yeah, nasty. Yes, hopefully the application event is successful and smooth, yes, Ma'am. Until the day H."

"Amen. Thank you for that, San. Titip but -"

"Yes. Cepet go home, Ma'am. Don't take time off, it'll be a work males."

I laughed and said it before turning off the phone.

You're Sandra!

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I looked at myself in front of the mirror. My current feelings are mixed, between happy, anxious, jumbled.

Hello, this is just a proposal show, not yet ijab qobul. I've been this bad, yeah. Anxious and also nervous which is not awkward. Gosh, this is how not to strain like this, huh? Can anyone give advice?

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

I immediately turned to the door, and found Sister Lusi was sticking her head behind the door. He giggled and then went into my room.

"Cie, beautiful is really a prospective bride," teased Mbak Lusi while nudging my arm.

I just snorted faintly, to cover up my nervousness.

Lusi laughed and then took a position sitting on the edge of the bed, we looked at each other through my makeup mirror.

"Why, La, deg-degan, huh?"

I nodded while holding my left chest. "It's not okay, Ma'am? I think it's a bit alay, yeah. Just a proposal is like this deg-degannya," confided me later.

Mama Lusi nodded. "It's natural. Mama used to be like that too. I guess, everything is too. I think so."

I then breathed a sigh of relief. Presumably, what I'm going through is normal, so I can calm down a bit.

"Down, yuk, the group has come."

"Huh, have you come? How clawed?" manywould be surprised.

Reynand's feeling was still blurred if it still took about half an hour to arrive. I know how to come by.

Susi shrugged both shoulders simultaneously and stood up.

"Mbak doesn't know either. But, um nyampe kok, so Ma'am came here, told Mom to call you."

"Where is Kayla, Ma'am?"

"There's in Mas Adi's old room. Comeon, down! Why is nanyain Kayla. Kayla has been guarded by Pastri, if it's finicky, I'll be called."

I'm also a little surprised why I even nanyain Kayla, yes. Maybe the effect of nervous times, yeah.

"I'm getting stifling, Ma'am," I said restlessly. "how is this?"

"No papa, La. Mbak temenin kok down," said Mbak Lusi began to calm me.

But Lusi's words just now didn't calm me down enough. I was getting nervous and nervous too.

"Pull your breath slowly, La, continue to exhale slowly," said Mbak Lusi.

I followed the instructions. Breathe in and breathe out slowly. I repeated it several times until I felt somewhat relieved. After starting to somewhat reduce my nervousness, me and Mba Lusi down.

In the living room, Reynand's family and my family had already gathered. They look cool chatting and throwing each other guyon, even Reynand is seen chuckling.

"Well, this is what we've been waiting for, it just starts, yo?" chirps Om Pram, Reynand's father. The first person to realize my existence.

He agreed and told me to sit down. I sat down next to Mom. We did choose to sit only, other than for reasons that make it feel more family, also to fit for the crowd. Although the only ones that come are the nuclear family, but if we sit in the living room it will definitely not fit.

"All right, I'm starting, yeah. Bissilahirohmaniohim! Assalamualaikum Wr's. Wg." Reynand's father started opening the show.

"Wa'allaikumussalam," our choir is all compact.

"First of all I want to say a lot of thanks for the welcome and also the treats that Mr. Hendrawan and Ms. Widyawati gave."

"Here is, tho." I chimed in with a low tone of voice.

Om Pram smiled, then continued his sentence. "Our intention and arrival here does have a purpose, in addition to establishing friendship there is another purpose. I as from the Father of my son named Reynand Pramuji want to express the good intentions of my son, who wants to propose and edit the youngest daughter of Mr. Hendrawan named Aqilla Khanza."

I nodded with a smile. "Yes, I accept the goodwill of my brother Nak Reynand and the family. But, this decision must be answered directly to the same person. What, Nduk, you want?"

I suddenly darkened, when Father suddenly turned to me and asked. I used to be asked everything. Not that if I gave Reynand and his family permission to come home to propose to me, that means I agreed, right? Why am I being asked again.

"Rubby, Nduk?"

I glanced at Reynand, whose expression turned tense waiting for my answer. The feeling was just normal, how is it now suddenly tense so, huh?

"La," called Ms. Lusi in a whisper.

I flinched in surprise and finally nodded slowly. Make everyone immediately say thank you and immediately breathe a sigh of relief. While I am, it seems like only I myself am still tense and nervous at the moment.

"Directly tukeran ring, yes," said Aunt Linda while removing the ring box from her expensive bag.

I was so confused. How to use a tucker ring?

"Sir, why even night," whispered Mother as she asked me to stand up.

I who was still a bit shocked and confused was only able to obey, when led to a place that had been provided for photographs. Still remember, with the idea of Mother who wants to install the background with the writing Engagement? Well, that's where we are now. Not far from where we were sitting.

Me and Reynand were standing face to face.

"This is the ring, Mother moved, huh?" aunt Linda asked for permission, when she found the diamond ring Reynand gave her.

I was still a bit confused, just nodding no problem. However, Reynand suddenly forbade it.

"Don't dong, Bun, it's Rey's ring, "prevent Reynand while shaking her head.

"Well, did you buy a ring?" aunt Linda asked with a surprised expression.

But with a casual face, Reynand nodded. Made him get a light blow from Aunt Linda.

"Well, why is Rey's son getting hit, Jeng?" ask Mother confused. My mother did not pay much attention to our conversation.

"No, it's Rey who's not even a guyon," said Aunt Linda.

Mom immediately ber'oh'ria. "Let's not strain that point, Jeng," she replied later.

"Yes, times, yes, Jeng," said Aunt Linda then looked at me. "keep looking where do you want to put your mother?"

"Left hand only, ma'am," Reynand said quickly.

"Left hand time?" aunt Linda protest looks disagree.

"Let's be photographed later, the ring Rey bought yesterday."

Aunt Linda nodded and put the ring on the ring finger of my left hand, as Reynand wished. Then I went forward and put the ring on Reynand's finger. Only after that we took pictures.

"Thank you, it made me cringe and sweat cold until it felt like fainting, but it made me smile until it didn't feel like coming home" whispered Reynand suddenly, before we were both photographed.

I smiled and then nodded. It turns out that it wasn't just me, Reynand did too. Thank God, we are officially engaged.

Whats? A fiancee?

Tbc,