Marriage Dilemma

A news

Positions with a puerperium of approximately 2 weeks, I had to be faced with marriage for the second time.

Between ready and not, completely expressionless I responded to my marriage with Devan which was going to take place tomorrow morning.

For some reason, baby Dara has been two days is always fussy. I until I calmed her down, lucky there was Mama and bi Jum who always helped alternately calm baby Dara.

This morning, everyone was busy preparing for my wedding. Although kabul ijab does not take place in this house, but at least there should be decorations in the yard as well as in the house.

Devan decided to convert just like I did a year ago. I appreciate Mama as a sense of tolerance, so I propose to get married in the hall building. Simply put, I don't want to spend too much money just to be queen for a day.

Mama actually welcomed the decision I made, even Devan agreed with my opinion.

"Fussy again Ra?" Mama approached me who was still trying to calm baby Dara.

"Yes Ma" I replied briefly and did not focus too much on Mama's presence in my room.

"That's.tu.tu.sini love same grandma. Baby Dara Cup-cup why? How fussy is that, hem? "

Mama took baby Dara from my hand. I lay my body on the bed in a half-sitting position. Eliminate a little fatigue and drowsiness due to staying up all night.

Suddenly I remembered the words bi Jum last night.

"Our fussy baby continues usually there are non felt, whether the body is sick or because of fever too. But if that does not happen, one of them there is a bathin conflict between children and their parents. And usually, if the girls are more ngehnya to Dad. Try non Dira hyputin baby Dara's father!"

Such were the words of bi Jum last night who joined me.

I digested those words over and over again.

I was so lazy there was not even any intention to contact the Angga bang. But since son, do I have to be that selfish?

Baby Dara managed to stop her crying after being pacified by her grandmother. I breathed a sigh of relief, watching baby Dara fall asleep.

Maybe next time I'll call bang Angga, I thought.

"Rest, prepare yourself for Ra's tomorrow" said Mama after putting baby Dara in her crib.

I nodded, then turned my position to lie down.

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This morning, my head was quite dizzy and my eyes were so heavy. I can't stand the drowsiness anymore, but this morning I have to prepare for my wedding with Devan.

Again I had to calm down the fussy and reluctant baby Dara.

"Why early in the morning, Ma'am, it's still dark" I muttered to Mbak perias named Vera.

"Mbak Dira is like a new experience, it was previously married, surely know dong timetable dalias," he replied with a smile.

Again my memory twisted in time 5 years ago when I wanted to marry bang Angga. Very simple, just a white kebaya with a batik skirt that I and Bang Angga buy in the market. And bang Angga himself only wore a white long shirt and black basic pants. I remember very well that time we managed to buy it because of the bargain at the price of 500 thousand to 450 thousand. No MUA, decor or perias. Absolutely pure, I decorate myself as is armed with the mec up I have.

I responded to Vera with a smile, I asked her to stay in my room as long as I took a shower.

Lucky Baby Dara is still sleeping after a night of being literate with her cries.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I felt like an angel in the movies. It's perfect!!!

I myself until pangling saw my change before and after in mec up.

"Is there anything you want to add?" Ask Ma'am Vera.

"No Ma'am, it's enough, it's perfect" I replied with a smile.

I was ready with my clothes and makeup, while baby Dara, this time I let Mama take care of it.

Right at 8:00, me and the group had arrived at the wedding hall building which was not too far from home.

Seen Devan with his elegant clothes sitting facing the parents with glasses.

Devan looked at me unblinking, I became an impromptu artist who was the main character. Being the center of everyone's attention, I was so embarrassed and lowered my gaze.

I sat down next to Devan, cold sweat started coming out from inside my body. What is clear is that I feel great groggy because my marriage this time was witnessed by many people. Unlike the previous marriage, Bang Angga only presents 5 neighbors, one brother and one sister, and their children. Her mother was not present, nor were my parents, they did not approve of our marriage.

"Is it ready?" Ask the bespectacled parent who is sitting opposite Devan who is only blocked by the table.

Devan nodded. His hands began to shake with the hands of the pak penghulu.

Suddenly bi Jum approached and gave me the phone that turned out to be mine.

I looked at the screen of the phone with the call already connected.

"There's bad news..

Why would you think ?

TBC.