LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

THE BRIDE WAS EXCHANGED

Not all surprises make us happy. I'm one of the few people who doesn't really like things planned without my knowledge. I'm willing to marry Bray but not this fast and in this way. I am back to this wedding plan. Will this make me happy? I don't like the way Bray imposes his will by using his power and wealth.

Mama asked bi Ika to bring grandma a break in Fifi's room that the phallicity of the bed is more decent. Fifi and I helped carry the things she was carrying. Some were put into the kitchen. One plastic container was placed in my room.

"Why was the container put here?"

"That's Bugis' wedding dress. Have grandmother. It is still good and must be taken care of. All the jewelry and clothing accessories are from real gold." replied the mama with a wise smile.

I can't say anything more. They've really prepared everything without my knowledge.

After putting the plastic container, Mama invited Santi to go to the kitchen to prepare food. He forbade me to help him. He told me to stay in the room with Fifi.

"Fifi, you accompany brother here huh. The bride-to-be may be here any minute."

"Ready, Ma."

I don't feel at home silent while everyone seems busy preparing for this and that. Confused as to how. Upset but powerless to argue. I don't like this atmosphere.

"Said grandma, later all this stuff I will wear also when married. Today my brother is on loan. All the jewelry and clothes will be mine. I'll get married if I graduate college to make my money bigger than my brother." Fifi smiled in a grin style.

In addition to the status and descent of nobles, according to the habits of girls who are more educated can indeed ask for high panai money as well. I know that habit but I don't care. The small amount of panai money has no effect. For me, the purpose of marriage is not just about panai money.

Wry smile. "Take what you want."

"If I want to take Bray's mas how?"

"Whatever."

Fifi's face turned serious looking at my cold reaction. I know he's joking around and hoping I'm angry about keeping the person I love. The truth is quite the opposite. I don't give a shit. The girl looked back and forth at my face from the right, front and left sides with a confused look.

"Son doesn't really like Bray?"

"I don't know."

"Do you want me to change my brother's position today?"

I nodded immediately. I looked at my sister's face carefully. It could be his idea. Prank swapping brides like the novel's stories would seem like an interesting surprise to Bray.

"We'll see the clothes. Yesterday the grandmother had explained at length about the history and philosophy of the Bugis bridal traditional dress. Interesting as well."

Fifi opened the plastic container and took the thing inside and showed it to me.

The first he took was a shirt of green cotton cloth with gold decoration on the front on each edge of the fabric.

"This is what my grandmother said was bodo clothes. I tried yesterday. Still very good and fragrant" he said while sniffing the clothes that were lined up in front of his body.

"In contrast to ordinary bodo clothes, wedding clothes look more luxurious with this decoration. His name is Rante Patibang and Tabora." said Fifi while showing gold jewelry slabs that are on the edge from top to bottom of the clothes.

"This is your real gold, not the cans. That's why grandma was so careful to keep it."

"If you don't have money, sell it well. Hehehe." respond to me.

Fifi chuckled loudly, "Rubber. We are lucky to be granddaughters of Bugis nobles. Like a golden fall from the sky."

Stop laughing, Fifi put a bodo shirt on the table and took other accessories from inside the container.

"There are 3 types of necklaces that the grandmother said are made of a 70% gold mixture%. This one's called geno ma’bule." said Fifi while showing me the chain necklace.

"Beauty bingit yes. It's all gonna be mine." Fifi held it while smiling.

I'm smiling too.

Not only the necklace, inside the container was also a lot of other jewelry. Bugis people are famous for wearing jewelry. No wonder there are various bracelets commonly worn by brides. There is a bossa or keroncong bracelet, lola or bracelet that is worn on the upper arm, paturu or a wide bracelet that is usually worn on the lower arm, and sima-sima or jewelry sleeves.

Fifi unceasingly clucked in admiration for the jewelry of the grandmother's legacy. I don't know how many grams of gold it is. The motive is amazingly beautiful. I've never seen such a large piece of jewelry and such a variety. It's an incredible cultural heritage. It is only fitting that all this time grandma craves granddaughter. It turns out that the jewelry that you want to inherit is amazing.

Shortly after, a young mother and her assistant came to bring makeup equipment.

My heart is getting restless. It was thought to just run away and make Fifi a replacement. My heart is upset with Bray. But not enough heart to disappoint mom and grandma who have been struggling to come to seek a surprise today. They were so excited and happy to welcome my wedding day.

My feeling today is like a fruit of various flavors. A wide variety of fruits with sweet, sour, sepet and bland flavors are all mixed into one with spicy spicy sweet sour sambal spice. That's the feeling in my heart right now. There was anger, fear, happiness, and disappointment mixed in. It is difficult to describe it in word form.

All I could do was take a deep breath and take an istigfar. Soluble in logic and feeling itself turns painful. Go to God's word and hope in Him. Is it not only He who knows our future?

"Lord, if he's good for me, let this go. If he's no good to my world and my afterlife, please cancel this event any way you want." I said that prayer and resigned. Let the hand of God move everything.

The atmosphere outside sounded crowded. There were voices of mama Hiya, mama Wen and other mama-mama who seemed to have come to help mama in the kitchen. There were also many voices of fathers who were either doing what activities. I can't get out of the room. The procession of dressing the bride wrapped me up for a long time in the room. Lots of makeup applied to every part of my face. The bride and groom do it very carefully as if none of the pore holes are left natural without a touch of make up. I'm resigned. The chatty fifi set this and that up. He was silent when a fairy came and dressed him.

In addition to applying makeup, Yulia's mother also drew my forehead with a tapered shaped chest paes right in the middle of the forehead. The paes form a lotus flower silhouette and the center point of the flower is right in the middle of the forehead.

"Why should the lotus flower be drawn, Miss Yulia? Not a picture of a star, a moon or a polka-dot?" I was on a prank when Ms. Yulia drew paes on my forehead.

"The lotus flower is a symbol of peace, harmony and love. The hope is that the life of the bride will be so until death separates." replied Ms. Yulia with a gentle smile.

There is a philosophy as well. I hope what Ms. Yulia said is real in my life. Honestly, I'm not ready to be a wife whose whole life might be arranged by her husband. Moreover, Bray likes to arrange everything himself. I haven't been prepared with many surprises in my life considering we were born in a completely different environment.

After finishing applying makeup and styling my hijab, Ms. Yulia took a silky holster that she said was commonly called lipa sabbe. Lipa sabbe is patterned in red squares with gold stripes woven using real gold thread.

"Not everyone Bugis has Lipa Sabbe like this, Non Fifa. Arifah's grandmother's property is all of the best quality." praise Bu Yulia while arranging the sheath wrapped around my body.

I nodded in agreement.

One by one, Yulia painstakingly helped me to wear bodo clothes and a variety of jewelry that was amazing. He also arranged the headdress on my hijab in the form of a bando with a pearl accent amounting to 17 pieces and a crown patterned with rocking pins. Finally he took a golden scarf and then sown on the right shoulder.

"Remember ya! This shawl will be moved on the left shoulder after the marriage contract." message Ms. Yulia before driving me and Fifi to join the crowd on the veranda and front page of my house.

"Ish, big brother is cool and beautiful." praise Fifi.

"But I think I'm still prettier." she later said.

Fifi was wearing a dashed green bodo dress with a lot of jewelry that was almost the same as the wedding jewelry I wore. She also uses a beautiful bando shaped like a leaf with swaroski accents around her.

"So continue the exchanged bridal plans." I whispered to him.

Fifi smiled and gave a thumbs up. "Sip."

"You get out first."

"Yes. I've prepared this." Fifi pulled out two black silk veils.

I smiled to welcome him. I used that black silk veil to cover my entire head, including my face. Fifi did the same. I like this game. The exchanged bride. Haha

I followed Fifi's steps while smilingly imagining an interesting joke today.