My madam, my poison
Happy day?
The happy day finally arrived. Yes, today is my wedding day with Gibran. I looked at my face in the mirror. It's okay today I use a fairly thick makeup. Gibran's wedding dress has been attached to my body, as well as a matching color hijab. I just have to wait for my future imam to come to say ijab qobul which is only a matter of minutes.
"What time is the wedding, son?" I asked Mom as soon as I came out of my room.
"It's 08:00 in the morning ma'am" I replied.
Not long ago the sound of a motorcycle came from the direction of my yard. Ah, that's him his predecessor's father has come.
"The forefather has come, Ra," said my best friend and brother-in-law Fatimah. He and Anisa and Darren's brother have been staying at my house since last night.
"Alhamdulillah."
"Mother is so beautiful" said Lyra who wore it also has looked so sweet with a dress because of her favorite, green tosca. Her hair was a small bun with a crown ornament on her left side.
"Thank you, honey, Lyra's beautiful as a princess." I commended him back.
"Assalamualaikum, Ms. Azzura," said the father of penghulu.
"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."
"Is the bridegroom not here yet, Mom?" tanyakanya.
"No, Sir. Insha Allah in a moment" I replied.
"Have you contacted Gibran?" ask mother.
"No, Ma. I haven't had a chance to hold a cell phone."
"Yes, let me call him."
I also then invite the pengupulu father to a place that has been prepared as a place for the implementation of the marriage contract.
"Gibran's phone number can't be reached?" said mother.
"Maybe he's busy, ma'am. Or on the way here" I said.
As time went on, the clock almost showed 08:00 in the morning. I don't know how many times the paternal father asked me why the bridegroom did not come.
"I'm sorry, Mom, I also have to marry a couple somewhere else."
"Please give me 10 minutes, sir," said the mother.
Don't ask me how I feel right now. Fear, worry, worry all mixed into one.
"Did something happen to them on the street?" my inner.
"Mom has his brother's cell phone number, doesn't he?" ask Fina.
I nodded my head in response.
I took my phone and rushed to call the number of my future husband's younger brother. A connecting tone was heard, but he ignored my call.
I breathed a sigh of relief as a black car entered my yard. Yeah, that's the car I've been waiting for.
"Alhamdulillah" we said at the same time.
But, wait a minute. Why did the one who got out of that car Keenan?
I rubbed my eyes to make sure my vision was not in trouble.
It is true that the man who just got out of the car was not Gibran my future husband but his younger brother, Keenan.
"Maybe Gibran was in a separate car with him," I comforted him.
Another one that amazes me. Why is Keenan wearing black?
The look on his face was lethargic and uninspired. Is he not well?
"Assalamu'alaikum," he said.
"Waalaikumsalam," we answered in unison.
"Let's just start the marriage contract," said the pengulu.
She must have thought that Keenan was her bride-to-be.
"I'm sorry, sir, it's not this guy who's his bride-to-be" I explained.
"Oh sorry I thought she was his bride."
"Mas Keenan .. Where is Gibran?" asked Fina who was standing right next to me.
Keenan let out a heavy sigh.
"Gibran can't come to this wedding" she replied.
"What do you mean, Ken?" ask me with a vibrating voice.
"On behalf of Gibran, I'm sorry" Keenan said with a bowed face.
"What's really going on, Ken? Where's Gibran? Where's my future husband?" my insistence.
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