My Neighbor's Young Police

SAH

Aska p.o.v

sunday morning the sky was so clear in the city of Semarang, as if to bless the wedding that will happen today.

since my arrival yesterday, my mother and sister are ready to welcome me by preparing the needs that we will use today.

after meeting my mother and sister. afternoon I rushed to the residence brother is (familiar call to iskarno) to talk about the arrangement of the event that will be held from the morning to the marriage certificate, and in the reception until the evening.

all preparations I look back, with the intention of not wanting anyone to interfere with this sacred event.

even though my day was busy, inwardly tucked in the name of queenaira, the girl who was filling my day since I moved to a new place.

yesterday, it was clear how she looked sad when I left her.

God, may you take care of her and protect her, that's what I muttered when I remembered the beautiful girl.

unable to bear the longing, I took the time to contact her shortly after the Maghrib prayer was over. Although I know. at that time maybe the girl was enjoying her Sunday night with a man who was her lover.

and unfortunately the answer I received to my question, made my heart even more rumble because it missed him.

'thinking you.' did not know the girl, that I was here also slalu thought of her.

but her words were in line with my thinking that she was with her boyfriend. 'it must have been just a sombre' lirihku in the heart.

and sure enough, after the answer I sent, he did not return..

make me rub my face rough. try to eliminate the thought of the beautiful with another guy.If only I was still beside him, maybe I could still see him.

until, one hand on my shoulder made me look surprised.A young girl who was the same age as ira crouched behind equalized her height with me who was sitting cross-legged.

awakening my daydreams of ira. "mas.." his greeting, a voice that I often heard on the phone when we were far apart. I smiled gently to answer his greeting.

"tomorrow, is it ready, right?." asked with an enthusiastic face.

"god willing is sweet." answered me still with a smile.

if at this time ira is here. and stands in his position.I will gladly accept it. give my full responsibility.without coercion and make every effort to make it happy.

unfortunately, ira is not a girl like nisya. ira a beautiful girl who lives in a millennial style, in contrast to his sweet girl who lives with the limitations of her parents, and accepts everything as it is.

after seeing all the preparations and staying for the Maghrib prayer for a while, I went home.

didn't want my face to look tired for that sacred day, and didn't want to think about ira anymore.

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this morning, our family was ready, I was dressed in brown batik and pants matching the clothes of my mother and sister.my dear father has died since four years ago. he could not see the precious moment that would happen today.

my family, riding in my father's car, went to his residence with his driver who was none other than my friend and his wife in this city.

with nervousness, I couldn't have driven this car. I didn't want anything bad to happen and ruined the happiness of the whole family involved.

we arrived an hour before the event began.all of them are ready, just waiting for pak penghulu who is on his way he said.

I still have not met nisya. everyone is forbidden to meet him before the pak penghulu come and ready to marry.

after all present, and sitting in their respective positions, with brother is as witness, and his father who will be his guardian of marriage.

everyone looked nervous.so did I who saw his sitting with traditional Javanese clothes and bun on his head.

" i accepted the marriage and the marriage of his azzahra bint Ismail with a set of prayer instruments and five grams of gold in cash." a sentence recited with one breath makes all witnesses present say the word "legitimate" "alhamdulillah"...

pak Penghulu also recited do'a for the happiness of the new household.

all was relieved, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from the heart.

after the word amin was spoken from my mouth, I thought back to the beautiful, spoiled girl who was present accompanying my solitude on the outskirts of the capital.

"how are you there ira?. May Allah always protect you wherever you are" I said in my heart..