Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 85

Penghulu had allowed Khayru to meet with the bride and took her to sign some documents, related to the marriage certificate. He could have asked someone to bring him into this room, but he chose to pick him up himself instead of having to sit around waiting.

“I will bring him here,” he said excitedly. He rushed to a room. Like Maula who has a bridesmaid, Khayru was herded by groomsmen who walked behind her. It looks very dramatic, when the groom picks up the bride.

From a distance, he smiled at the newly married wife, who was also standing looking at him. Everyone could already guess if he would instantly clasped his hand, or kissed his forehead, even more heartwarming if he held her.

However, after facing each other, Khayru only frowned while looking left and right. Even he was staring far ahead, looking for something and ignoring the existence of the Maula who had yet to stop smiling at him.

“Katia! Where did you hide my little wife?”

“Re! Nik! You guys didn't see my wife either?” Looking at him in turn.

“Big and this close, still invisible?” Maula pointed at herself while playing a flirtatious eye.

“Who are you? Sorry, I'm married, so don't try flirting.”

Moments Maula frowned. Suddenly remembered with make up on her face which was probably very bad.

“I'm so ugly, huh? I'll remove the makeup first.” While turning the body.

Everyone knows, Khayru is teasing Maula who appears very different from her daily life. Middle eastern makeup, which focuses on sharpening the narrowed eye area to be so round charming. With dramatic eyeliner and lentic eyelashes, usually very familiar to look on the faces of Arab women, it now appears on the face of Maula. The sharp nose line and overdraw on the lips make a red object with a touch of nude and glossy, impressed full, with stunning color gradation.

The reaction of Khayru who pretended not to recognize her was just an expression that if interpreted, how Maula today appears very different, really the most beautiful bride in the world. Of course, when seen by her husband.

He laughed as he grabbed Maula's hand. “Ngapain removed? Brother not satisfied.” He stared and touched both of his cheeks. “As if we finish now, let's quickly sit at the pelaminan.” His eyes pointed at the elbow so that Maula would wrap her hands there.

After signing the form requested by the officer, Khayru put a new ring on Maula's ring finger, and vice versa. Scenes like this, most often they saw, therefore Maula already knew what she had to do was kiss her husband's hand and greeted Khayru with a kiss on her forehead. Then, grab the Maula crown while whispering a line of prayers for her.

“Allahumma inni as’aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih. Wa a’udzubika min syarriha wa syarrimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih.”

(O Allah, I ask Thee for the good of him and the good that Thou hast ordained upon him. And I take refuge in Thee from his ugliness and the ugliness Thou hast set upon him)

The 'Aamiin' speech from Maula's lips along with the eyes that had been flushed. And suddenly she hugged her husband as tears began to tear unstoppably.

“Kok, cry, anyway? Not happy, huh?” While rubbing his head.

“If her make up wears off, how about?”

Maula did not stop crying, but many people wanted to greet and congratulate their marriage. This time, he could not help his feelings anymore. Just wanted to cry in her husband's arms. It didn't matter if the tears washed away the makeup on her face.

“Yes, cry, but that's why we changed clothes. We've been waiting in the dressing room,” whispered. “We also have not shown the same ring of marriage book in front of the camera,” his joke while laughing.

Guests are welcome to the reception hall, while the bride and groom change their clothes and take some photos and videos.

Once again the author tells us that this event is open to the public, anyone can come even if there is no invitation. Come on, Othor tell me the way in.

This way ⁇ ️

Note: All pictures are taken from pinterest.

Female and male guests will sit separately. Right for women, left for men. Since the bride loves water so much, you will only hear the sound of water rustling in this room. Sorry there is no music or entertainment. So much and receive a salary, UPS!Thank you ⁇ ️😋. I'm giving the show back to Billy.

After an hour, they finally finished changing into costumes. Down through the stairs decorated with thousands of flowers, then stand greeting guests, again not separated from the photo session. It is certain that everyone is present at this event, immortalized in a photo. The series of events, which lasted until 01:00 this afternoon, were all recorded in a long video.

“Three hours only, right, standing here?” asked Maula while greeting the row of guests who are getting longer, more elongated.

“Iya, three hours doang. Why here for so long. Mending at home dong, can bobo together in room.” The answer he whispered in Maula's ear made the girl frown.

“Bobo... together?” muttered. “Ngebayanginnya aja I immediately sultry.”

“Emang sultry. Now it's dry, how about later, huuuh...” Taking a deep breath and then exhaling it violently. He did it many times.

“Abang why?” Maula looked up while looking at him deeply.

The mind of Maula to wander into the subconscious, for the sake of deciphering those words. If it was just sleeping together, it was not a strange thing for them. However, when sleeping a husband and wife will be very draining, the connotation must be different.

“Can already said Mr. Kiai,” whispered again, making Maula focus again on the guests. He pretended to ignore Khayru's words and still spread a smile as friendly as possible.

“Bener, no?”

Maula did not answer. He was even more friendly to greet the guests.

“Abang to ask, really, gak?” This time while moving his touching elbow.

“What, anyway, Bang from earlier?”

“Abang to ask, really, gak?” sternly once again.

“I have to answer what?” While glancing at a glance.

“Jawab whatever, just don't say whatever.”

“OK. Brother look at me. Abis that don't ask again.”

After the queue was slightly tenuous, Maula looked up again, after Khayru returned her gaze, she nodded while winking. Not just a nod and a blink of an eye. However, it holds a million meanings.

“Yess!”

Guests who come one by one to congratulate, there is a flirt until the cheeks are both red and blushing there is so wise to give the best wishes and beautiful prayers to start a household. Some yell loudly just to encourage facing the night that will certainly feel very long for the newlyweds.

“Not in vain yes, this lecture our friend. Waiting for the buleukan, it turns out that he is seger,” said a man who was carrying his son, came with his wife who also guided a daughter.

“If not wrong was his girlfriend Iru, far away in Colombia,” timpal wife who is also his college friend and psychiatrist who has known Maula for the past year. Maybe it's a coincidence.

“Well, well, well. start. Don't mention it in front of my wife! You two are the most compact if I make my efforts in vain,” he said.

“Now!” kilah Arini's. “I mean, I didn't expect that his soul mate turned out to be a housemate. Deeper than your own ears, Ru. Hahaha..” The woman corrected her words.

“Abang, relax. I'm not curious about Brother's girlfriend who used to be.” While pulling shoulders. “I even want nanya, since when did you know the doctor Arini?” Maula never thought if the psychiatrist who accompanied her therapy, could be so familiar with her husband.

Before they answered Maula's question, Aldi suddenly came with Katia, ready to add to the riot with the chatter of those who did not know the censor.

“Honey, you are clear with his wife Khayru, who we really are.” Tristan pointed at the sofa so that dr. Arini and Maula and Katia sat there.

“I need to teach them a good first night strategy, let this shy duo...” He pointed to Khayru and Aldi. “Gak timidly in front of his wife later,” as always while handing a son to Arini's lap.

“Wooyy! Who is shy? Asem, lo!” Aldi punched Tristan's arm.

“Shame, the important thing is not the rich nyosor artisan lo. Hahaha ..” Khayru also bent Tristan's shoulders until he bent and staggered. But at last they laughed.

Guests have changed, not least dr. Luthfie, even when the proposal, did not come, this time he boyong wife with two twins and also a small baby who was still in the womb Shasha.

“We've eaten, drank all the macems. I'm congratulating you too, now I want to go home, by now. It was noon,” Luthfie said after congratulating her.

“Loh, where are you going? I haven't carried this little baby yet, when will I go home?” Maula reached out her hand wanting to touch the baby in Shasha's sling.

“You are making babies too. Funny ones like you.” Shasha pinched Maula's cheek which suddenly wrinkled her flushed face.

“Ready!” answer Khayru quickly. “I'm ready, make a child.” Nodding with certainty.

“20 kids, right, deck?” Khayru slightly bowed because she wanted to see his wife's timid face. “What day is Malem? Afternoon malem only time yes.”

“Ish... Elder brother. Shame, tau! From earlier that was said only soan.” While looking down, Maula elbowed her husband's hand.

“Hahaha... You're funny if you're embarrassed.” Khayru instead wrapped her hands around Maula's shoulders while kissing her head. “Go home now, yuk, Dek, bobo at home.” The stock has been getting thinner for longer. He didn't notice many people laughing at him.

There are so many surprises on this historic day. Because that came outside of the invitation, was completely unexpected. Who would have thought that Cahyono would come with Pa Darya, making Maula stunned for quite a while.

“What's wrong with Cahyono? You were so fascinated?” tanya Khayru pretended to be jealous. “You know me a long time?”

“Bang, is he really Cahyono? I don't think so, deh.”

“Kok, say so?”

“Know me, Cahyono mas his height is equal to Brother, this is really because of me. Weird.”

“Oh. Brother does not know,” answered briefly while turning his face away.

However, unanswered by Maula's confusion about Cahyono, she was shocked back by the arrival of someone who also never crossed the invitation list. As the guest began to approach, Khayru deliberately hugged Maula while whispering.

“Slow down, Beib..”.

The To Be Continued....

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Alhamdulillah, still in the atmosphere of Iedul Adha. For all those who still faithfully read this piece of pious work, who still faithfully wait up even though this novel is not worth the wait. Othor thanked me. Apologies are born and inner for all mistakes, both in unsatisfactory writing and the interaction between us who are less pleasing. Again, please forgive 🙏