MANDARINS

Marrying

Beyza looked at her reflection in the large mirror before her. Her face that was polished pretty by cosmetics looked back at her with a thin smile. Beyza's mother's long white dress that she wears looks so beautiful, perhaps this dress is the most beautiful dress that Beyza has ever seen. Her mother's choice in fashion is never wrong. Beyza looked at the makeup artist behind her who was smiling with satisfaction at Beyza's makeup. With a little extra styling on her hijab will perfect her appearance.

“I marry and control you, ananda Uinseann Pranaja bin Damar Dhinakara with my son named Cordelia Beyza Qanita bint Yusuf Mawla with a dowry in the form of a set of prayer tools and gold weighing 92 grams, paid in cash..”

“I received the marriage of Cordelia Beyza Qanita bint Yusuf Mawla with dowry a set of prayer tools and gold weighing 92 grams, paid in cash!”

“Are the legitimate witnesses?” ask pengupulu.

“SAH!” the witnesses at the same time.

Rumbling sounds of gratitude and prayers were heard accompanying the event at the magnificent mosque. A sacred promise before God has been tied up on a good day.

Beyza's mother gently stroked her daughter's back, her eyes teary, moved with happiness on this day. Even so, there was a radiance of sadness from his green eyes. Beyza himself appeared to sob after witnesses called out loudly, a sign that responsibility for him had moved from his father. The number one man in his life is no longer his father.

Beyza kissed the hand of the man who is now her husband. A prayer for his household he secretly offered. Expecting kindness at every step. Uinseann himself placed his left hand awkwardly over his wife's head. There was not much he was thinking about right now, as many things had happened.

Beyza walked down the large window in her room. After a long and tiring day, Beyza felt the large room was so empty. As soon as his wedding was over, all his family and close friends left him alone with Uinseann.

Beyza opened the glass window of her room, and felt the night breeze wafting at the end of her evening dress. He saw an oncoming sports car moving out from inside the mansion and disappearing into the darkness of the night. Yeah, Uinseann left that night, on their wedding night.

A knocking sound rang out from Beyza's room door. A maid came in to bring him warm chocolate and sweet bread. After a brief nod, the maid placed her tray on the buffet table and rushed out. This big house, so foreign to him. That night, after the isya prayer, Beyza fell asleep to relieve her fatigue after a day buried in her hectic wedding reception.

Beyza walked down to the kitchen, opened the fridge and saw what food she could prepare this morning. Then he started cooking. Several times the maid in the house offered to take her place to prepare breakfast, but each time, Beyza politely declined.

Time has shown at half past seven in the morning. Beyza had already finished preparing breakfast for Uinseann, but even to this day, Uinseann did not seem to be going home. Beyza then poured warm tea into her cup, adding a block of sugar and vanilla cream to her tea. Beyza then sat down at the dinner table and started drinking her tea.

The empty feeling came again. Some time ago, because of the busyness of Beyza, Beyza can divert the feeling of loneliness. Beyza daydreams, thinking about her wedding. The wedding felt like it happened very quickly.

Two months ago both Beyza's parents said that Mr. Damar, his father-in-law, said that he wanted to marry Beyza to his son. Mr. Damar came well to his parents, asking for his hand to accept Uinseann.

At that time Beyza was very surprised by the intention of the arrival of Mr. Damar. He did not expect that there were ‘foreigners’ who came to his parents to propose to him. At first Beyza was confused, not knowing what to react, until both Beyza's parents asked Mr. Damar time to think about his request.

‘Pak Damar is the son of a friend of your late grandfather.’ Beyza's father said as if to tell Beyza that Mr. Damar is not entirely a stranger. ‘What you know, Mr. Damar's family is a good person. That's why your grandfather loved them so much.’

‘Think about it, son,’ said Beyza's mother. ‘wedding is a long journey, you're the one who will live it.’ continued Beyza's mother while gently stroking her son's head. ‘Bapak and mom won't force. We will fully support your decision.’

Beyza. Honestly, I don't know how to. Until finally,

‘Bey asked permission for istikharah first yes sir..bu..’ Beyza replied looking at her parents alternately.

‘Allah knows. God knows what is best for you son, for all of us.’ said the father.