MY HALAL IS WITH YOU
Proposal...
The besan party lined up like neatly lined ants.. One by one people brought one hand, I saw from behind my window glass, in the first row there was a traditional elder like he was carrying a whitewash... Following behind him the father of the village head mother, after that the father and mother hermanto...... Again I was a stranger... Anyone who followed behind him, because honestly this is the first time I saw relatives of Mr. Hayrul, oiya.. Hayrul sir was also in the line after his parents.one by one people began to enter my residence... Whether it starts with what I am talking about, I don't understand. What is clear is that the traditional elder handed over a whitewash and was accepted by my family... After a long time in my room, my cousin sent me to take me out... Kusalimi one by one the party.. Then I was given a special place near the customary elder...
Whether this is the continuation of the event or just plain stale I do not understand...Asked my willingness...
"nits.. Is it true, this beautiful girl named nita would-be mantu pak hermanto?" ask the customary elder to ask me..
"inggih ma'am, my name is nita." and I gave my sweetest smile interspersed with nods
"we are here with the good intentions and goals of the family of hermanto sir proposing nak nita to be juxtaposed with nak hayrul..."
"what?" I was shocked by the customary elder's words. Mom started glaring at me hearing my answer... Yes here the daughter-in-law is surrounded by male besan parties, he said anyway to be found out there is any coercion...!
"yes, son, I'm dropping off his proposal, son of hayrul for you...!" firmly indigenous elders..
"sorry ma'am I'm not willing.." I said, just go ahead.. All eyes were turned aside looking at me full of question marks...
"how is this, ma'am?" ask the traditional elder to Hayrul's father and to my parents... You stood about to step towards me.tpi before that happened, now I rectify my words...
"sorry mom.. I mean, I'm not ready
If applied now... If you are not papa... In other words... I'm not ready to get married now.. Low my fiance is ready ma'am....! Because I have to continue my school at least until graduating high school" I explained at length..
"oooowalaho... That means tah.." asked the mother of the customary elder.and all the guests laughed together...
"along buk..." . I replied, I thought you slowly started to sit back...
"oh well then, I err, will nita receive a proposal from nak hayrul?"
"bismillah. God willing, I accept the buk..."
Been called, sir Hayrul, to come near me..
"son now put the ring on your fiance's ring finger.."
"i'm ready to be his fiancee first... Problems of marriage later affairs." saut nita spontaneously and again invite laughter..
"heee 'eh.. I mean. Will you be my fiancee?" mr. hayrul scratched his nape and smiled at his own smile...
"yes I am willing" I replied loudly and firmly.then sir Hayrul wrapped a solid ring, with a diamond-shaped motif love in the middle..
"now you two are officially engaged. If nita and son Hayrul walk together.. Father mother.. They are a couple of fiancees.. So let them.. And for nak nita and kak hayrul now bear half the burden of each of you.. Dann.... Don't forget the limits.. You are just fiancee. "adat elders tell us..
After the official fiancee event.. Put all shipments in.. Full kulik delivery from hayrul sir... Perfects.. Completely..
~There are various make up tools in one basket..
~maroon color dress complete with her cradles
~internal, towels, coats and sandals in one container..
~various fruits in one basket.
~ada also carries raw, such as; sugar, coconut oil, rice and flour. Which they have decorated in such a way..
~three Virgin cake.. Where it says my name and the name of Mr. Hayrul in the middle...
~and many more cake.. Othersmore.. Usually all the cakes are spread for relatives to know that I and Mr. Hayrul officially fiancee.
Then the show closed with the dish coming out of our house.. Fish rice with escream pudding.. And a box of brownies to send home... Do not forget the photo session as documentation..
As the night grew late, the party began to say goodbye and I salimi returned my in-laws to the door as a delivery of his return.. Hermanto's mother hugged me tightly and whispered something in my ear..
"you are beautiful, hail from hayrul... And you are now the ex-mother, until anytime will be her favorite daughter-in-law mother.."
"what? Really!" Inner me, I gasp at her words but still I embrace her with a smile..
