Me And Myself

Me And Myself 40

Today is my wedding day, and the day I have been waiting for has finally arrived. This morning I slept in a new place, where this place will be a mute friend for my love story with a cross later.

I slept with tia and her friend tia, we got threesome in new jerseys and new places. At four o'clock in the morning I have been awake somehow since the night I kept waking up, either deg deg an because nervous I don't know.

I took a bath at five after an hour waking up the tia and her friend.

We dressed up, tia dressed me up with the makeup kit she had. The entrance is cumplite not like I have. After I finished tia and her friend who I know her name windi was making up the three of us was done.

The clock shows at eight in the morning, I tia and windi to the top of his mess house. The residence of the son-in-law of the mother nda his boss is Gilang.

Here is my wedding at the title, no tent no knick knick makeup in this room no wedding cake.

This room as usual, just a chair that is marginalized in replaced with a carpet pad throughout this room.

Yellow rice muai arrive, with side dishes and sambal. In the front. The neighbors one by one were present, enlivening the event until father and he came and was late.

Finally, he was picked up by a emi, because he called dad and apparently did not know the way. Though I have explained it and very close to home but yes.

Mamah Tia was present from a few minutes ago, nine hours less fifteen minutes father and he came.

By wearing a mask and carrying a handsanitaizer sitting near the stairs where others enter, you may not want to go deeper in fear of getting the virus.

At nine o'clock pak penghulu finally came, the event immediately began.

The study table is lined with white veil cloth to be a base for writing signatures and other complementary letter letters. I sat next to the cross, on the right side near the cross there was uwa (the brother of my father) and in front of him the cross of father. In front of me there is pa penghulu and on my left side there is a child from the mother who will be a witness from the cross.

After being told the basic basic, cross and father shook hands. Then start saying the sacred promise with dad first.

"I married and married you to my biological daughter Aprilia with a dowry set of prayer tools in cash"

"I accepted the marriage and married his biological son named Aprilia with the dowry paid in cash"

"How are witnesses legitimate?"

"WELL"

"Alhamdulillah"

Everything went well with my face down I tried to stem my tears, everyone around me was praying and so was I.

Led by pak pengulu, today I officially become the wife of Gilang. People who love and I love.

I'm glad you've seen me belong to someone else, after this I won't be able to pants just yet. Free to do all my actions.

His permission was very influential to me. Including if I wanted to see Dad, without his permission I wouldn't be able to see him.

Finished all praying someone handed the dowry to me, facing forward brilliantly I was still bowed to hold happy tears.

True true taste that can not be resisted, want to break once it feels but here there are still many people.

By holding each other's dowry that has been arranged as beautifully as possible me and cross face and mention the promise.

The promise of a lifetime, faithful until death separates, will never turn away and will always be faithful to accompany in every liking and sorrow.

Always together at any time.

After her someone returned to take the dowry, then I signed a letter that needed my signature.

Then signing my marriage book and also cross, we get one each.

Then I kissed the old cross hands, and my crying was right in the eye.

Shortly after that pak penghulu say goodbye, while others began to bring yellow rice to the middle of everyone along with his side dishes.

Then I approached my father, him, uwa and aunt who were closest to me in the family.

I greet one by one of them, first father. I wanted to cry looking at Dad's face, there was a bit of a sad look on his old face.

"I'm sorry if april has so much wrong father, pray april"

"It's the same"

Dad pulled back the hand I kissed shortly, with the other hand gently slapping my back.

There was no hug and haru feeling in this moment, should this be the moment I cry apologizing and dad also cried over my marriage.

But none of that happened to me on this special day.

Turning to him, he looked at me and Dad. Looking at our little and ineffective interactions.

I took her hand and kissed her apologizing.

"I'm sorry if April's wrong"

Without waiting for me to finish talking he pulled his hand back and just uttered.

"It's the same"

With a lazy face and eyes that are not passionate, there is no sadness or pleasure from the look of his eyes. Just stared lazily at me and kept glancing at me like I didn't like it.

Then aunt, father's sister, the closest family member to me. In addition to her house close to me and my grandmother at home first, my aunt is also the one who always helps me. Likewise his son who never complained if I disturbed by asking pr.

I almost cried face to face with aunt, but auntie was also almost crying. Hugged me a little bit because we were sitting so it was a little hard to cuddle.

After that aunt said.

"May your marriage be happy, sakinah mawadah warahmah."

With a smile and a slight sobbing, I returned his smile and a clear grain escaped from my eyes one drop.

"It's okay, now you have a friend story well same si aa. Not alone anymore"

"Yes bi"

And aunt gave me a white envelope, I refused subtly but aunt insisted that I accept it. And with gratitude I accepted it.

Then uwa brother, brother of father there are not many words he said. Just just that and pass it by.

When I finished, I went back to my original place. Trying to put on a smile, food is available in the middle of everyone, and people are already making a fuss to immediately eat the existing dish.

Stiffly and a little awkwardly I tried to get the yellow rice that was near me for my husband, but the neighbor who was often greeted with the call of Ma Ati forbade me.

"What the hell is this, the bride is already sitting sweet. Is it the same thing eating? Pake sambel not"

"No need" with a smile, I looked at everyone who was happy with my wedding day.

"Ah polosan time like this" astonished Ma ati with my taste but it is so I, have a stomach disease makes me a lot of prohibition in eating something. Especially sambel.

With a smile I started eating, my husband was eating as well as tia and windi.

I saw them all over, Tia was worse because during the kabul Ijab lasted incessantly Tia cried. I am so grateful to have a friend like him.

I saw Mamah Tia approaching me, coinciding with that also father, him, bini and iwa bamitan man.

Exactly Mamah Tia was beside me they were my parents saying goodbye, without touching the rice or drinking the slightest water.

It turns out that what he said was really true he did, I've heard him say to dad if the kabul ijab is finished they have to go straight home, and it's true that his speech really does not play.

"I'm sorry I have to say goodbye" I saw my father slightly bowing his body while apologizing to everyone, behind the mask he used I saw him smile a little aunt and uwa.

They move on and only father and aunt crucify the boss of the host's cross that his place in use for this event.

"Why cepet cepet, not yet nyicip eat too" either stale or indeed amazed because immediately run home, mom tried to hold her father aunty and uwa.

But they insisted, more precisely I could see the gaze of him that hinted to father to quickly go home.

They finally came home, down the stairs. And I can no longer hold back my tears from falling.

I cried falling on the arms of the mamah goddess Tia. My slightly firmer cry made everyone startled, for a few seconds their activity stopped hearing my cry.

It was so crowded that I felt, so hateful of them to me to celebrate my happy day as if reluctant.

What makes them hate me so much, what exactly is my fault. Do I not deserve this happiness? Am I not entitled to make my own choices?.

All those questions popped into my head, the tightness, the pain, and the pain I felt all over this feeling. It has been slashed in the salt sow in and now it is chopped to formless.

Let her if she wants to go, go alone if she doesn't want to see my day of happiness. But don't bring a father or aunt who might still want to stay with me.

Isakan I make mamah Dewi can not stem his tears. Following the roaring cry accompanied my cry, with a hand rubbing my back slowly the goddess calmed me down.

Little by little but surely, I tried to calm my feelings. I try to ease the pain of upset anger that is currently afflicting.

I'm trying to fix my situation, which to be honest it's been messed up. Maybe makeup is messy. No matter what, I don't care, after easing I sit quietly.

I could see that even the Goddess' mother fell apart with tears still soaking her cheeks looking at me.

I tried to calm her down and apologized to her for making her appearance messy, even though after this the Goddess must go to the service.

After everything was fine, we all ate cheerfully. With jokes and laughter with stories of experience and temptations thrown for a pair of newlyweds.

Mamah Dewi pamit, because it is noon and his service time is soon. Then the other neighbors also took part, because there was a lot to take care of.

The other neighbors who were left behind followed but not long because they had to change clothes after picking up their school children.

My wedding day was held on a normal day, so the father had to apply for leave and part of the neighbor was not present for picking up his son at school.

After disbanding, now lives his extended family bu nda. There are son-in-laws and grandchildren of the boss' mother, and the two neighbors who are most excited and enthusiastic about this event are now trying to capture a special moment for me and the cross. Of course Tia and windi still stay.3

"Let's take photos dong photos, it's okay hp photos are also important there are memories"

"Yes come on come on"

Finally we took pictures starting from me and Gilang sitting together facing the camera, then gilang kissed my forehead, holding come and face each other.

Mothers who attended horrendous photo sessions, especially when cross-kissed on my forehead all cheered.

KISS IT!!

KISS IT!!

Red was already my face and this resplendent smile just shyly shyly reached my forehead and kissed it, everyone immediately cheered

YEAAH!!

Ahh now it does not feel sad if people horrendous like this. I'm really grateful, even though I wasn't in the photo session and there's no memory of me at all.

But there are still good-natured people who enliven and make this new couple happy. Being welcomed with open arms like this has made me and my family truly grateful.

Me and Gilang really do not know about this much cooking. Decorations of dowry, and also all containers that have been in kotori by this many culinary dishes.

I and I were not made queen and king by our parents. It may not even matter how the show goes. But we are made special by mom, mamah Dewi and surely the neighbors who always give a helping hand just to help enliven this event.

For today. I just want to say a lot of thanks to all of you who are always there, who always support, and enliven this important event.

Mother and family, Ma ati, th ayu, and other neighbors, mamah Dewi, Tia, and also windi. I'm really thankful for everything. Without you, this beautiful event is nothing.