My Love is Blocked by the Holy Promise
Chapters. 92. Seven months' thanks
(POV) Marni.
"Hallo dear, tumben early in the morning you called, what's the news?"I answered a call from Fira, not usually in the morning he called me.
"Ma..rengananya Fira Sama Galih want to hold a seven-month thanksgiving, last night we were all negotiating, how if the event in the village only means at home mama, because Fira wants to be carried out with traditional customs, because, if the village is still thick, according to mama how do mama agree," said Fira across there. I'm so happy to hear about Fira and Galih's plans.
"Of course you agree, you can invite your friends and neighbors later, "take a question to Fira. Fira also let me invite friends and all the neighbors around. He also asked me to invite the Dewanta family, the Zahra family, the Yunian family and his in-laws. Of course I would gladly invite them.
Fira's seven-monthly event is about a week away. I also began to make preparations, collect whatever is needed for the seven-monthly bath. I also called Retno's mom Dion, my mom in town. As for the invitations that are in the village around here I will go straight to them to his house as a form of my respect for them.
"Hallo bu Marni, how are you, ma'am, just fine, tumben nih mom early this morning contact us, anyone can be helped maybe Miss Marni?" Ms. Ratna's voice greeted me kindly. My relationship with Yunian's family-in-law is fine. But talking to Retno and Dirgantara sir is not as warm as the family of Galih's in-laws who are always accompanied by jokes and laughter.
The two Yunian in-laws always spoke seriously and were stiff, never joking. Unlike the family of Galih's in-laws who always act funny and silly even though they are rich and honorable. Pak Langit and bu Dinda are very respected and feared by both their employees and business partners. But when they have gathered together with their families are very different, anyway very popular. That's why I'm more familiar with Fira and her parents than Dion and her parents. I don't mean to discriminate, but basically they're all good.
"Look Retno, I would like to invite Retno's family to attend the seven-month anniversary of the pregnancy of Fira's wife Galih next week. If there is time to come, mom, Dion and Yunian, the family, and the other mother's children, we invite all" I told Retno besanku.
"Fira was pregnant, instead of being barren, when she was Dion's wife she was barren, so I asked Dion to marry again with Santi, so that Dion had legal descendants of the state. But her marriage was just now, and she was already pregnant. While checking you know, how many months Fira's pregnancy and how many months they were married. Who knows pregnant first, because the Fira marriage time is equal Galih is a widow who knows it has been very stupefied. Amit-amit ya Bu Marni has a cheap daughter-in-law so," Honestly I'm very emotional to hear the words of Mama Dion, why classy women like her talk like julid mothers in a narrow alley.
"His marriage is ten months old ma'am and her pregnancy is only seven months old" I said. After speaking a little stale, I ended my call on the grounds of wanting to contact the others. Lazy to talk to Miss Retno it feels like I do not accept my daughter-in-law's pride is ridiculed by her.
After calling besan, I invited my husband to go to the village of Padang oil palm to the house of Dewanta and Zahra, then to the place of Sukaria sir, the parents of Dewanta.
"Father down pa!!.see it looks like the house of Dewanta, its characteristics are the same as those mentioned Mothers we asked at the crossroad, the largest house, the largest house, inside the wall fence and the roof is blue," I said to Papa Galih as he patted his back to stop. Papa Galih also immediately turned in the yard of the house which happened to be the fence was not locked.
We both went down, I went up to the porch of Zahra's house, pulled the bell and before long Zahra appeared holding her baby from behind the door.
"Assalamualaikum, you're Zahra, aren't you? " i guessed right away, because I've never met Zahra.
"I'm Galih's mother, Fira's father-in-law, I want to invite you to attend Fira's seven-month ceremony of thanksgiving" I explained to Zahra.
"Oh ma'am Marni and Mr. Warjito, sorry mommy I just met mom and dad this time," Hearing that I was Fira's father-in-law, Zahra immediately said my name and Papa Galih's name as if she already knew us very well. His hands were stretched out to greet and kiss the back of our hands together.
"I'm sorry mom.. I just found out that this is papa and mama mas Galih, come on mom, sir....Let's go in," Zahra took my hand so familiarly to enter her house. He sat down and called for an assistant to drink.
"So you whose name is Zahra, just Galih willingly rejected up to three times for the sake of being able to have, it turns out you are beautiful, attractive and very friendly," I said spontaneously just praise Zahra as it is.
"Mommy can, maybe we are not a match, so as hard as Galih fight for me, still I am married to Dewanta," he said, blushing, we laughed together.
"That's what you are Zahra. Now even Galih get the same soul mate you. We do not need to regret the past because God always has a beautiful plan for us, "my husband who has been silent since then finally chimed in.
"Please ma'am, sir drink the tea, here's a potluck snack," Zahra invited us to drink after ART put down a drink and a few jars of snacks over the living room table. If you look at the woman my son once loved and see Fira who is now his wife. It turns out that Galih's taste is not canned, all seeds are superior. Zahra, the graceful, beautiful, friendly and religious woman of the family is fine, while Fira, the woman, is beautiful, elegant, classy, kind, good, cheerful and rich from a family of reliable business people who are famous in this country. And he continued to study his religion.
"If you may know that Dewanta is not at home" my husband asked, "He sir, Brother Dewanta is working in the garden. I happen to be on maternity leave again" replied Zahra as she occasionally looked towards one of the rooms where her baby was asleep.
After talking for a while, we were ready to continue the journey, our plan was to go to the house of Sukarta father Dewanta who is a famous palm oil businessman in this village.
By following the directions told by Zahra, we also went down the village streets that had not been paved but had been hardened by using mountain rocks. The distance from one house to another averages about twenty-five meters, because each resident in this village has a large yard planted with various local fruits.
not long after, we arrived at the house that looks the most magnificent among the houses of other residents, that was the house of Mr. Sukarta and the mother of the Wajirah parents of Dewanta.
A healthy-looking middle-aged woman appeared behind the door that had just opened, moments after I pushed the bell that was near the door.
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