Lurah Pondokku Candidate My Husband

38. Weddings

The next morning, at 5 am, after morning prayers and breakfast. I was directly in the make up for the Ijab Qabul event. My future husband's family is now in the side house, my neighbor's house. Thank God they are so good.

The distance between Cirebon-Purwokerto is quite far. To anticipate delays, they come one day before the wedding, in addition to the sorenya must do a flush and sungkeman event with their respective parents.

We, the bride and groom, provide two houses for the resting place of my husband's family, which comes with one Avanza car and one public transport bus. They live in the house next door and next to me, they happen to be rich, the house is big and just stay alone, husband and wife. Thank goodness we have very good neighbors.

In my village is indeed unique, it can be said, this one village is still one descendant of Kiai Mbah Asyari. Famous people in our village. The base when the Kiai era was hunted and slaughtered, Kiai Asyari fled to this village, then built my village today.

According to rumors, my village's four corners are guarded by mystical animals. The guard I've seen is a horse, a buffalo, a tiger. These animals were the pets of Kiai Asyari in his lifetime.

My village is not allowed the existence of an organ ever anyone who makes desperate hajatan invite organs with sexy singers, finally a big rain came and collapsed the stage of the event. Until the event finally broke up due to flooding.

At my wedding, we called the Qasidah Group and held an evening of Akbar studies by inviting a famous Kiai from Bandung, Jujun Junaedi. Many jama'ah.

Once in makeup, we prepare to go to the mosque to process the marriage contract. The distance between my house and the mosque is about 50 meters, with sholawat and hadrah accompaniment, from the santri where we both go, we both walk to the mosque. Sholawat and hadrah echoed herding us both. The atmosphere of sacred and haru was very felt, I saw my future husband smiling at me, looking amazed at my makeup that was different from usual. Yes, her name is mo so queen a day, so her make up is calibrating.

"You're beautiful!" she whispered slowly as we both set foot into the mosque.

In the mosque, the invitations had filled the entire room, Thank God many were present. Mamah and Papahku can be said to be business people, have many colleagues and friends in many areas. Papahku has a grain mill, and supplies rice to markets and stalls around us. Thank God, successful in raising children.

After arriving, the head has been waiting for us.

"How, bride, are you ready to justify your future wife?" ask him with a funny tone that greeted the laughter of the guests.

"God willing!" answer Mas Ali steady.

"Well, how is the father of the bride, whether to marry his own child or to be represented to the judge?"

"God willing I will marry you myself, sir!"

answer papahku steady.

"All right, let's get closer!" Papah then moved from his seat again, and sat down in front of my future husband.

A feeling of heaviness and trembling in my heart, all the spices mixed. I pray that everything goes well, Amien.

"I married and I control you, Ananda Ali bin Abdul Jalil with my son named Nurhapidoh bint H. Komarudin with Mas Kawin a set of prayer tools and Rp. 100,000 and a 3-gram gold ring, paid in cash!"

"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Nurhapidoh bint H. Komarudin with Mas Kawin is paid in cash!" say Mas Ali with one breath.

"How is everyone present, is it legal?" ask the ruler who married us.

"Well!!!" the invitations present shouted.

"alhamdulillah, finally!" I said in my heart, relieved and plong. After the marriage contract, Mas Ali, who is now my husband, kissed me on my forehead. After the wedding talk and signing the taklik sigat, and taking pictures with the family, we all returned to my house.

We were both straight on the sleigh to the armchair. Will play the king and queen for a day. Ever since sitting in my arms, my husband kept smiling at me, making me feel misbehaved and embarrassed.

"Why see me? Is there something weird on my face?" I was surprised and groggy.

"none. I just admire your beauty. Thank you for being my wife. I promise I will always love you!" I blushed to hear his promise. Honestly, he was the first man in my life, who was so close to me.

All this time, I've always stayed away from men. Always nervous and scared. Since childhood, Papah and Mamah have always emphasized to me not to be able to date.

"If you're dating, Papah will marry you!" that's always what they say.

That's why I've never been close to a man, if I see someone interested in me, I'll stay away from him.

The event took place solemnly. The guests came back and changed. The Qasidah group that had been leased since 10:00 until 17:00 had also returned to their place.

We are now in the bridal chamber, resting until the Maghreb arrives. We ate together for the first time with husband and wife status. It feels really amazing.

"Mas a bribe, huh?" bargain me.

"I can eat by myself." I blushed.

"Cie Cie. newlyweds!" teased my sister and my cousin. Shame on my heart, alone with a man.

After the Maghrib meal and prayer, we were dressed again, preparing for the evening dress. Preparations for Akbar's studies are also underway. Already many pilgrims flock from various villages around my house. Thank God, our wedding party was filled with prayers of the pilgrims were very crowded, there were more than 2000 pilgrims present, who filled our yard even to the end of the village road. The chairs and tarps that our family provided, were filled to the brim with worshippers. Such is my village, enthusiastic about the name of study. Alhamdulillahot.

Exactly at 22:00 am I and Mas Ali were already in the bridal room, after prayers and dinner we asked the WO party to remove the bridal clothes and make up.

Out there is still crowded with studies, but my husband even invited me directly to the room. Grogi and shame I can't cover.

"Darling, how am I still shy? We are officially husband and wife." said my husband while squeezing my palm.

"It's okay, just not used to it. Sorry. huh?" nervous say.

"Darling, if Mas asks for Mas's right as a husband, are you angry?" tanyakanya.

"No, that's my right. After Qabul's ijab, everything I have is right!" I answered while embarrassed.

That night, it bears witness to the history of our life journey, which ultimately led to the release of single life. The first night we went through with embarrassment and inexperience. Hehehe, it's funny to remember that night.

My sweet and innocent husband, a new week of gold. Hehe. I should be proud, it means he is a man who keeps his Marwah as a man, not carelessly spread seeds everywhere. Seeking haram experiences that invite hell.

Announcement:

Season 1 is over, yes, later we continue with season 2 which is certainly more exciting, because we will begin to enter the world of the author.