My Love is Blocked by the Holy Promise

Chapters. 5. Weddings

(POV) Fatimah Azzahra

On the eve of my wedding day the mothers and fathers of Padang Gatah village came to my house to help with the wedding and wedding reception of me and my sister Dewanta.

I saw a pile of dirty dishes, I immediately lifted the dirty dishes and took them to the dishwasher area and washed them.

"Hi bride, you don't have to wash the dishes later your hands are rough, here let the mother do the dishes," a mother came and grabbed the spoon in my hand and washed the dishes I was washing and told me to just relax. I also left the dishwasher area.

I saw mothers giving away a pile of slaughtered chickens. I felt like finally I decided to help her, just a few minutes I took part in plucking chicken feathers, suddenly a woman called out.

"Zahra, you are a bride-to-be so do not have to follow the chicken feathers. Later your hands smell fishy," said a thin woman.

"Beautiful Mom... Please replace Zahra weeding chicken feathers, let her rest, so do not be tired want to be a bride so should not be tired," said the skinny woman again. Ms. Lovely came up to me, took over my job plucking chicken feathers and told me to take a break.

That's the atmosphere in my house, everyone is busy with their work. I'm trying to help with my mom's work at home. But whatever work I do is always prohibited by the mothers of Padang Getah villagers for various reasons.

I got confused, wanted to sit back as the mothers suggested but it was uncomfortable. This is what it feels like to be a bride, always the center of attention.

"Zahra, let's go in your room, that's you waiting for the scrubber. Mama told him to stretch out and massage you to look fresh" said my mother to me.

"I immediately went to my room, where two people in tight clothes were preparing the scrub.

"You're Zahra, the bride-to-be, let's lay down and let us out" she said. I immediately took off my clothes, wearing only a sarong cloth with underwear. Deftly, the women stretched me, it felt so good, after a few minutes I had flown into a dream.

In the afternoon after taking a shower I stepped out of the house just to look at the situation outside the house. The whole tent and the tinsel have been installed neatly. There is a stage containing musical instruments, tonight there is planned to be karauke entertainment, abah invited some dangdut singers from the city.

At night, my mother and brother. The three of us gathered in my room and my mother. I asked my mother and brother for permission to marry Sister Dewanta.

"Zahra asked my brother to marry Zahra tomorrow to the sister of Dewanta" I told my brother.

"Yes son, tomorrow you will marry the chosen male dewanta. Abah believes Dewanta is a good man. He will definitely take care of your daughter and will be a priest who can be a role model for your little family later. Therefore, he advised to respect him, serve him. Be a wife who can cool when it is hot and warm when it is cold, always obey him. Son, remember, tomorrow after you officially become Dewanta's wife, my responsibility will be transferred to her, "my father gave advice while wiping the corners of her eyes that dewy.

"Yes, Zahra will always remember your advice. Abah, Zahra apologized if during this time Zahra often made abah upset, often making abah angry or even often make abah hurt.

Srooots....

Srooots....

"my words while removing liquid from my nose using the tip of my hijab.

I turned to look at my mom, she held my shoulder.

"Mama can only pray that someday your household can be a role model for your next generation. If there are problems in the household should be resolved in an adult and wise manner.

It feels like just yesterday mom dropped you off at school, but now you're getting married. If time can be turned back, maybe mama wants to go back to those times and ask the time to slow down the path. Now it's night you should sleep, don't let the bridegroom come you're still sleeping" said mama while chuckling.

Early in the morning I woke up, after the morning prayers. The bride-to-be came to decorate me. I wore a white kebaya for the wedding ceremony while for the reception I and Kak Dewanta wore the customary clothes of our region.

Now pengupulu sir has come, as well as brother Dewanta and his whole family. For me these are tense moments where I will soon let go of my free time. The seconds I stepped on the new status of being a wife of Dewanta Saputra. I was in my beautiful room because it had been decorated into a bridal room like the bridal room in general. I was accompanied by Hilmah my friend taught at PAUD Buah Hati Bunda school. In the guest room I heard a voice.

"I marry and marry you Dewanta Saputra bin Sukarta with my son Fatimah Azzahra bint Sasmito with a dowry a set of prayer tools and ten hectares of rubber plantation paid in cash.

"I received the marriage and marriage of Azzahra bint Sasmito with the dowry, cash," said Dewanta with one breath.

"How is the witness?" said pengulu. All who attended answered legitimately.

Kreeks...

My door opened, RT's mom showed up.

"Come on Zahra, meet your husband now. You are legally the wife of Dewanta. Congratulations, Zahra, you finally did it, too" said Hilmah, chuckling. I just smiled a little because my lips felt thick due to too thick lipstick polish.

Hilmah and some mothers led and imitated me to meet my husband. I immediately shook my head and kissed the back of Dewanta's arm. Brother Dewanta immediately hugged me and kissed me on my forehead.

The next event is to ask for the blessing of both parents. Brother Dewanta clasped my hand, we both walked together to a chair where my brother and mother were sitting. This is the first time my hand has been held by a man other than my brother. As a woman I really feel appreciated and flattered by the treatment of sister Dewanta.

Until in front of my mother and brother, me and sister Dewanta, we both immediately begged for forgiveness for the mistakes we have made, both intentional and unintentional.

"Son Dewanta my son-in-law, now Zahra our son has legitimately become your wife and our responsibility has now passed to you. He was born out of love, he was raised with love and he was taught with love. We ask that you never hurt her heart and her physique. If one day you don't want her anymore, you better divorce her but don't hurt her. My son was taught to be independent so even without you by his side, he would be able to support himself.

You are married because of Allah, God willing love will come into your household" said the brother who was unable to stem his tears.

Then we turned to the front of my mom, mama patted Dewanta's shoulder.

"Dewanta, I gave birth to him at the stake of life, I love more than I love myself. So please don't hurt him. Please make her happy like we made her happy.