Mr. Penghulu, Marry Me!

The Aesthetic Brag

Alkan looked at himself in the mirror, both corners of his lips were drawn upwards, forming a thin smile. Today Alkan will marry, a pair of brides-to-be he once mentored, some time ago.

With a white shirt attached to the body, do not forget the black suit adds to the good looks of Alkan, rising many times.

The Mr. Penghulu glanced at the circular clock on his wrist, the time still showing at 7 am. While the Ijab kobul event, will take place at 9.30 am. There is still plenty of time to go to the event.

Alkan sighed many times, the task this time was quite enough to spur adrenaline. Because Alkan would go a territory quite far from the center of the Capital City, more precisely in a suburban village.

Because the ruler there is experiencing a disaster, so this task must be taken over by Alkan.

"Bismillah, may this day be smooth." he prayed, one of his hands grabbed a denim jacket, as well as the key to his favorite trail bike.

Alkan's footsteps, led him to the kitchen. There was Marwah, who was preparing breakfast for the son. After a night of rest, this morning Marwah's body is quite improved and fresher.

"Breakfast first, son. Today you're on duty again?" asked Marwah, his forehead wrinkled when he saw the appearance of Alkan this morning.

"Yes Bun, Alkan today must go to Bojong Soang village. Because Mr. Dana was getting a disaster, so Alkan took over his duties. Doain Alkan ya Bun, hope the journey is smooth," said gently Alkan to the Mother.

"Aamiin, Mother's prayer is always at your every step, son. Mother also doain, hopefully this handsome Mother's child, can get a wife candidate as soon as possible. Let's not continue the marriage of people, but he does not marry the marriage." marah and prayers Marwah addressed to the son.

"Aamiinin just Bun, hopefully as soon as Alkan bring him to Mother, directly." said Alkan slowly, fortunately Marwah was turning around, taking warm tea for him, just take warm tea, because if the woman in blue hijab hears Alkan's murmur. Alkan can be sure, their chat will not be finished for several hours.

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Alkan stared in disbelief at the path he was about to cross, there were two branched paths in front of him at this moment. The handsome Mr. Penghulu was confused, which way to take.

Both roads were as muddy as him, there was nothing he could choose. If you choose the wrong way, not only the entire motorbike and clothes are exposed to mud, but also Alkan will definitely get lost.

Maps on his phone turned out to be error, even Alkan was only brought around in circles on the road. 

"Bismillah, may this be the right path. Why is this village not on asphalt? though not far from the Capital City, where to arrange the infrastructure, do they never pass here?" alkan monologue, fortunately he was used to passing through the muddy streets, during his duty.

So streets like this are no stranger to him, field workers must be ready with all conditions. Even Alkan had lost his way, while serving in the beginning of his career as a ruler first.

Alkan's two eyes, just kept scanning every house he passed. His forehead wrinkled, when he saw a yellow janur curved and entered into an alley.

Alkan immediately went into the alley, and sure enough not far from the alley, there was a large tent in front of a house. Alkan let out a rude and relieved sigh, while reading the name of the bride he was about to marry today.

When Alkan entered, his arrival was greeted by master hajat. Even Mr. Penghulu, immediately brought to a special place for him.

"Has the bridegroom come?" ask Alkan, to the person who brought him to the place, which will be the location of the kobul ijab.

"It seems like a little while longer, Mr. Penghulu." replied the middle-aged man.

Alkan nodded, one corner of his eyes glancing at the watch, which was coiled around his veined arms. The time has shown at 09.05 am, meaning that the kobul hijab time is soon starting.

Seconds passed, minutes passed, until the long-awaited kobul ijab time passed. Alkan stared in wonder at the people, who were pacing back and forth incoherently.

"Sorry, why hasn't the bridegroom come yet?" ask one of the hosts.

"Sorry, Mr. Penghulu. Looks like her groom-to-be isn't coming, she's running away. Now the bride-to-be is hysterical inside the house" said the man, trembling a little, perhaps in shock.

Likewise with Alkan, he was also a little shocked to hear it. Why are there still men who have the thick of crackers in the world now?

"So, now what should I do?" ask Alkan, he looks a little shaky.

"Well how else, maybe Mr. Penghulu wants to go home, or go back to the office. Is Mr. Penghulu willing to replace the male incumbent candidate, who ran away?" the man's words, successfully made Alkan shake his head quickly.

"Sorry sir, I don't want to, I already have a wife. My wife is pregnant with twins 3, then excuse me first, Assalamualaikum." said Alkan quickly, even he admitted that he was married and the wife was 4.

Alkan did not care, the most important thing now was that he did not want to have a fever like before. When the bride-to-be, hysterically asked to be married to her, even though her future husband was there. Then what about this one? can pass out at Alkan's place later.

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