Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 84

Fortunately the atmosphere of the house was always crowded, especially since Henna night, last night, everyone surrounded Maula while teasing her. There was no reason for her to be sad at this moment. Since last night, Khayru always contacted him just to ask for news.

“Where?”

“What's the way?” replied Maula in a soft voice. Worried about waking up his two friends.

“Your feelings.”

“Both-good. Why hasn't you slept?” The mother asked back.

“Mana can sleep, think you continue. Want to sleep there.”

“Who's sleeping there, Bang?”

“Self.”

“But..the cake I heard someone behind Brother. The sound of his feet getting longer and longer.”

“Husstt. Everyone here is sleeping.” While touching the fur of his nud that suddenly stood all.

“Try looking back first.”

Suddenly, Khayru fell silent. His eyes keep moving. Is something really coming? whatisit? Without daring to look back. He just put his ears on as fast as possible, and suddenly a clap landed on his shoulder, making him almost jump while shouting.

“Not sleeping, Ru?” The sound and touch of Mr. Omar's hand, almost made Khayru throw the only thing in his hand.

“Astagfurullahalbadzim!”

“Audzubillahiminasyaitoonirrojim!”

Her screech rang out behind the phone making Maula immediately end the chatter while holding her mouth with her palm. It turned out that his idle intentions were supported by the sudden arrival of the in-laws.

Still a coward. He chuckles.

A human being must have at least one weakness. If not, life would be boring. Hihah...

It felt like just a few minutes ago, he closed his eyes, but I could hear a voice that was calling his name while shaking the body that had just released all tired. However, failed. He realized, it was not yet time to sleep well, because his body had been pulled and forced to get up from the bed.

“A minute, yes. five minutes aja.” He lifted his five fingers half-consciously and then dropped himself again on the bed.

“Yes already, we wait five more nenits, pity the boy,” Katia said to two mainstay girls who also have to prepare themselves in addition to helping the needs of Maula. “You guys get ready. And that below has come ten of your friends. All invited to the dressing room.” The ten people in question Katia is a college friend of Maula who is ready to be made into bridemaids today. They came early in the morning and are currently waiting in the living room.

Thirty minutes later, Maula was already sitting in front of the dressing table while occasionally closing her mouth due to yawning. His eyes can not open perfectly even though it has been watered by bathing water, shampooing and ablution.

“Open his eyes, dear.”

“A little more, dong, which is wide,” the door once again.

“My eyes are slanted, Mommy. Can't be wider than this.”

“Oh. Hihi.. sorry.” The makeup artist giggled. “Kirain still want to sleep. It turns out not, yes. Want to get married for bed, right?”

“Tenaaangg... narrow eyes can still be circumvented. What, the hell, that can't.”

The woman who is familiarly called 'Mami Angela', continues to babble to eliminate sleepiness that is still trailing Maula's face.

“So you took a shower, baby? Not afraid of testing, is it?” Only questions that don't need answers

The forehead of the Maula shriveled. What relation? He only asked back in his heart because it was not allowed to move a lot.

“Most brides-to-be, they rarely shower. You know, why?”

Maula shook her head slowly. However, his face was immediately restrained so as not to move.

“If the movements, later the eyebrows curly, loh,” said the professional makeup artist while staring.

Ish, if you don't want to answer, why? The forehead of the Maula is getting wrinkled.

“Iya, so in the past, before becoming a MUA, mami had time to jump buana as a makeup artist in various regions.”

“The average bride-to-be does not shower on her wedding day. Mom time asked why, she said let it not rain.” She laughs. However, it still asked Maula not to move much. While the two assistants on the left and right side are so dexterous. They know exactly when and what things they should be offering.

Can't a shower stop the rain? His heart wanted to laugh, but he held it.

“Various ways they do to ward off rain, so that the celebration event, runs smoothly. Including by throwing sem*pak bride to the roof of her house. Often they do.”

The words of the makeup artist, successfully made Maula shuffle, although finally, the woman in her 40s pretended to scold her. As she continued to move, she got a slightly messy makeup.

“Can't!”

“Please, yes! No one wants her to be a mirror. Pamali.”

Ish... pamali he said?

“Then it is, actually first make-up.” Maula does not want to leave the room with a messy make-up on the wedding day.

“We spent three hours. There is no more time.” He stared at his watch as he pushed Maula into the changing room. “What time, Ms Katia?” ask Katia who just entered Maula's room.

“One more hour, Mam. Could be a little spit, right? We can get stuck in traffic on the road.”

Katia and all the family are ready with their makeup and dress code. With a graceful dress and hairdo, she stepped up and moved nimbly towards Maula. “Yuk get ready, yuk,” his instructions while clapping both hands. But, he suddenly nodded.

“This...? Geez!”

“Why, Brother? Messy, huh?” Maula was so curious to see her face which, it seemed, was indeed true if her makeup was a mess.

“Shuutt .. already, yes. Let's change clothes first. No comments whatsoever, we have to hurry.” Mami Angela moved a little quickly, took and put on a dress with a head covering, typical Moroccan bride that can not be separated from the feel of an arabian wedding theme. For the photo session, they also have traditional costumes Sasak and modern Betawi. However, for the marriage contract, they carry out the custom of the middle east with a modern touch as well.

As he put on the dress, he asked everyone to wait under him, under the pretext that his work would be even more messy if supervised by many people.

After a total of three more hours, Maula was finally able to get out of her room, complete with a luxurious caftan, a head covering as well as a small crown perched on her head. When he went downstairs, the condition of the house was already very quiet. Since half an hour ago, all of them have been sliding and waiting at the event location. Only she was left with Mami Angela and her two assistants who were still busy cleaning make-up equipment in the room.

Ferdi, who was in charge of guarding the house, came to tell him that everything had to be there. The marriage contract will be held at the title at exactly 9 am. In accordance with the plan.

“The bride's time is left alone?” grunts while looking around. “Nobody is waiting for me?”

“Mang Sodik is already waiting outside, Non. Please get in the car.”

Mang Sodik, looking busy receiving the phone while intrigued he opened the car door for Maula.

“Come, Non! Everyone is waiting there. We only have fifteen minutes to get to the location,” he exclaimed while opening the rear seat car door.

With annoyance, Maula released a slop as high as 7 cm because the pointy ends of the heels often hook the ends of her long dress. He got into the car barefoot. Not to lose the annoyance because it is not allowed to see how messy the makeup on his face, plus it must come alone to the banquet hall.

When the Sodik car - at high speed - suddenly stopped right in front of a hotel, Rere and Nikita were already standing there waiting. Without saying much, they opened the door, then helped Maula out of her car quickly. Pull and take him to the door they call the banquet hall. The door will only be opened to the public, after the marriage contract is finished pronounced.

They had to pass through the street with a shiny floor that was made to turn. On the right and left sides, along the path they were tracing, filled with lights and decors of leafy ornamental trees with a blend of white and burgundy colors form a hallway to a large room that can accommodate more than thousands of guests who may come alternately. At each point, there is a 32-inch LED screen that displays prewed photos and videos.

The maula arrived at a place that was designed like a garden filled with thousands of flowers in a large room, lined with glass that drained clear water below it, the flowing water comes from an artificial waterfall that gives off a soothing gurgle because so far there has been no disturbing music. Tables and chairs with matching colors formed several countless large circles. It was still so quiet that finally the sound of a group of women who were watching the moments of the marriage contract procession in another room - through an LED screen.

While busy receiving a call from someone, Katia welcomed the arrival of the bride-to-be who was left behind, then sat her in the middle of ten bridgeheads to be taken several photo sessions by photos & videographers.

“Iya, Mas. Sorry, a little time-stalling, now it can start. Maula is here,” he told Aldi via phone.

“There's no problem, right? Is maula okay? Why late?”

“No, no, Mas. All is well. Don't worry.”

Change the LED display screen. There stood a man like an Arab prince with a traditional-typical dress-typical middle east (kontura/kantara), with a circular iqal on top of a turban covering his head. He was preparing to say ijab qobul. However, before that, wanted to make sure Maula watched and listened to him.

Previously, an opening had been delivered by Billy, the recitation of the holy verse of the Qur'an by one of the santri from the boarding school, a speech by Mr. Omar and the sermon of marriage by Kiai Abdurrahman. And now he is ready to say the same sentence as eleven years ago. He has already shaken Mr. Kiai's hand as the appointed judge.

Yes Akhi, Khayru Zaman Arifin bin Omar Abdullah Rasyeed...

Ankahtuka wa Zawwajtuka Makhtubataka Maula Qiana Arifin bint Alm. Zulfikar Arifin, alal Mahri 2,000,000 Moroccan Dirhams.

(Brother of Khayru Zaman Arifin bin Omar Abdullah Rasyeed, I marry you, and I entreat you with your proposal Maula Qiana Arifin bint Alm. Zulfikar Arifin, with a dowry of 2,000,000 Moroccan Dirhams)

Immediately answered by Khayru with a loud voice and in one breath :

Qobiltu Nikahaha wa Tazwijaha alal Mahril Madzkuur wa Radhiitu bihi, Wallahu Waliyut Taufiq.

(I accepted his marriage and married him with the dowry mentioned, and I am willing to do so. May God always give you grace)

“Barakallahu laka wabaraka ‘alaika wajama’a bainakuma fi khair”

“May Allah barakah to you and to you and gather you both in kindness.” (CHR. Bukhari, Muslim, Tirmidhi)

After throwing the word 'sah' everyone raised their hands, said a prayer for the bride and groom and the voice echoed throughout the room as all the LED screens aired and played the same scene, the scene was taking place in a closed room inside the building.

The To Be Continued...