Married Man Bankrupt And Arogan

93. Weddings

All wedding preparations are assisted by local residents following the existing traditions. Like it or not, the pros and cons that occur among the citizens of this marriage. They will help us anyway, because if they don't help, then social law still applies here.

Anyone who does not join gotong royong when his neighbors have hazat then they will be ostracized by other residents. Similarly, if there are citizens whose work is lazy and not responsible for his work, other citizens will reprimand him. They reprimand by saying that they will also be lazy if one day the citizens who are lazy have hazat. Similarly, if there are those who do not want to attend because they are not idle. Other residents also threatened not to attend when he had hazat., he said.,

"See if the woman is old in makeup, keep her wrinkles visible. People already smell the ground just waiting for the angel of death to pick up most of the behavior. Married again everything, where to be a second wife again"

"The name of the actor is yes, let yourself wear make up as expensive as anything. His sins are clearly visible on his face.

"It's lucky that Rabi can remarry, where can the rich get again. It's really great for him"

Various slanted comments were clearly heard behind me. But not everyone likes this wedding. There are also those who are amazed by me. At such an old age I can get married and can twist a tyrant.

There were cheers from residents who shouted that the groom had arrived. Grace ran in a hurry towards me, her face looked nervous and her breath went up and down. It seems like my eldest son is very happy to welcome my marriage. I am so grateful that he cares so much about the happiness of his parents who only live by his mother. He was the one who steadfastly advised me not to despair in attaining happiness.

"Mom..be prepared! mr. Edwan and his family are on their way here"

Grace immediately took my hand and led her like a father who would deliver his daughter to her future husband for marriage.

From a distance that was still tens of meters, I saw Edwan walking gallantly, wrapped in a wedding dress. The man's face looked flat, cold and silent with no expression. While beside him, Dinda the first wife took him lovingly. The woman smiled sweetly at everyone who met her gaze. This shows how very happy she is with her husband's marriage, inversely with Edwan who now looks even moody.

Our Rt chairman spokesperson welcomed the groom with a few words as welcome. They are all welcome to enter the courtyard of our house which has been installed tents by the residents.

The group continues to enter the house until the catchment rises and will go to the guest room where the marriage contract will be held. I who stood not far from the living room and was taken by my son Grace immediately greeted them.

First I wanted to greet Edwan, but his face did not look at me, he looked the other way. Maybe for other couples, this hurts. But to me this is common. Edwan often behaves like this to me. As a future wife who will soon be his companion, I must be ready and understand the character of my husband.

"The father the bride wanted to greet the father, " said Dinda telling her husband while looking at me and she smiled.

"It is not halal not to greet, "said Edwan firmly and his face did not look at me in the slightest.

"Huuuu...kasian dicuweeekiiin, "I heard some people exclaim in a low voice barely audible.

"The name is also forced marriage"

Someone replied in a voice louder than before.

"About the women hold no well, afraid of collapsing once to even enter the IGD

The more here the voices get louder. I saw Dinda shake her head and I felt her hands patting your shoulders, trying to calm my heart that was starting to heat up hearing the sneers of some people.

"Not to be heard" whispered Dinda right in front of my eardrum.

Now everyone is gathered in the living room. Dinda still faithfully sat next to Edwan and occasionally he rubbed her husband's shoulders that looked tense. All of Edwan's little family came to this wedding. Elena and her husband were being friendly to me unlike Dila and Devan who were reluctant to greet me.

Now my two stepchildren, the bridal twins, are sitting in a corner so that none of the villagers know they are the children of Edwan. It seems that the two of them also do not want to be known as his son Edwan, the man who will marry me soon.

All the witnesses are ready, both from Edwan's side and from our side. Because my parents are gone and I don't have a brother or someone who can be a guardian. So the one who married us was the judge.

After several times Edwan made a mistake in saying the qabul sentence, Edwan finally managed to also say the qabul sentence with a loud voice and one breath.

Everyone present in this room shouted legitimately after the pak pengulu asked if this marriage was legal or not.

I feel very relieved because now I have officially carried the title of Edwan's second wife. I looked back at the face of Edwan who was now officially my husband. The man repeatedly let out a long sigh and took it out very slowly. Repeatedly the man who had been holding the title of my husband for a few minutes wiped his face with a tissue in front of him. It seemed that his face was constantly sweating, his face looked flushed red regardless of what he was currently feeling.

"Mother is officially carrying Miss Edwan. Mother must always be happy so that we are all children, grandchildren and mother-in-law are also happy" whispered Grace in my ear.

Now Dayat my second son is coming towards me. He looked at me with a happy twinkle while hugging me.

"Finally the marriage that mom always dreamed of became real. Now that I have a husband, I'm no longer lonely, a beautiful night of love awaits you ma'am" Dayat murmured. He also invited me to meet the groom after breaking his embrace. While Rahmat only accompanied me behind while holding my bride's clothes dangling from the floor for several meters so as not to be stepped on by guests.

"Love the way..ayo love the way the bride wants to pass," cried some residents while shifting gave me a way to go to the barbara prospective groom.

I immediately greeted Edwan who was now my husband and kissed the back of his hand with reverence. As before he was just silent without a word, like a mannequin doll in bridal attire.

After they all greeted the two of us, their congratulations were made to me and my husband. May their words be sincere from the heart, especially good wishes.

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