My Soul in Grandpa's Hands

Harris

After taking off the bridal clothes, Aleta remained in the room not yet willing to go out. She is confused as to how to behave with her husband, a stranger who suddenly has to stay and live life in one room. While Devan remains in the bodo period regardless of the status he just got.

Grandpa Cokro temporarily allowed his granddaughter to adjust gradually.

"Sir Devan..., when it-it was, his wife was spoiled donk," Rolland teased Devan who was sitting slipping his legs on the bed that was usually occupied by Cokro's grandfather.

"Shut up or I shut your mouth" said Devan angrily.

"Loss donk, beautiful wife. Why didn't Grandpa choose me to marry Aleta. Though I'm 27 years old, anyways I'm more suited to Aleta than her wrinkled sister has started to appear." Rolland still did not want to stop teasing his brother.

Devan did not speak to his brother, instead stood up and walked out to find the wind. Seeing his grandfather sitting on a slick, Devan approached and sat his butt next to his grandfather.

"Children don't know what's lucky, where's your wife?" ask grandpa Cokro's angry.

"Don't know cake. He's got eyes, he's got legs, where can I hold him." replied Devan.

"So your mouth, your husband means you're a priest. What your wife does, there's a place you should know. You have to take care of her."

"Grandfather.., Devan has fulfilled grandfather's wish. Now what else does Grandpa want from Devan."

"Immediately packing up, grandfather has prepared one of the best rooms in town for you and Aleta both later tonight."

"Why don't we go back to Bandung with cake."

"Hush..follow the customs here. Tomorrow afternoon we just go back to Bandung."

"Now look for your wife, rather than dizzy to see you in and out, you better be the grandfather in the hotel to immediately give me a great-grandfather."

Suddenly a young man walked towards them.

"Assalamualaikum, I want to see Aleta" asked the young man in front of them.

Grandpa Cokro noticed the man standing in front of him.

"Clean, polite, and it seems like a good boy." Grandpa Cokro is alone.

"Assalamualaikum sir, his Aleta is there." the man repeated his greeting.

"Wa Alaikum greetings, there is." replied Cokro's grandfather briefly. While Devan is still in the bodo period even though there are men who are looking for his wife.

"Would you ask for a favor to call sir, I'd like to meet Haris for a moment."

"Wait a minute." replied Grandpa Cokro as he went into the house to call Aleta.

Haris remained standing on the spot, initially he did not believe the news that circulated if Aleta the woman he liked today had a wedding. But as soon as he saw the remains of the party that had not been cleaned, inevitably he had to swallow his disappointment. With great heart, Haris went to Aleta to congratulate her.

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"Tok.. tok... tok.

"In a moment," Aleta's voice came from inside the room.

Aleta opened the room door and saw Grandpa Cokro in front of her room.

"Grandfather, what's the cake" asked Aleta

"My grandson's new bed, grandfather is disturbing ya" said Grandpa Cokro.

"No cake, doing substitute college assignments. Today Aleta should have a cake lecture schedule, but because of the event Aleta had to skip."

"What a semester it is now,"

"Semester four cakes, pray yes cake in order to pass on time. Aleta took the vocation of the Applied Diploma, yesterday she meant to quickly finish working and helping mothers" said Aleta.

"There are many ways to help my mom. Come on now Aleta go out first, accompany and serve your husband."

"Later cake, Aleta still many tasks."

Aleta just smiled while blushing. Aleta then closed the room door and walked to the terrace.

"Sister Haris, I don't tell you if you want to come here." said Aleta kindly as soon as she saw Haris.

His smile immediately saw his best friend coming to visit. Aleta's bright expression did not go unnoticed by Devan. Although he was closing his eyes while leaning against the wall, Devan was not sleeping.

"Just like other men he was cheerful, odd, full of smiles, turn to talk to me his mouth like chilli." Devan's mind about Aleta.

"Sir Haris.., sit down yuk," Aleta invited Haris to sit on a chair in the corner of the terrace.

Haris followed Aleta from behind, then sat down on the seat beside Aleta.

"It means yes, this morning you have done ijab qobul Aleta." asked Haris.

In his eyes he seemed disappointed.

"Yes, I'm sorry Aleta didn't invite Haris. Everything happens suddenly."

"Aleta was forced to marry or because of Aleta's own willingness" asked Haris.

"At Aleta's pleasure, look at Aleta happily" Aleta said as she presented a sweet smile in front of Haris.

But Haris could see there was as much sadness in the clear eyes as he always missed.

"May I know where your husband is" Haris said suddenly.

"Deg," Aleta did not expect that Haris would ask about her husband.

"Ehm..ehmm..," Aleta was unable to answer Haris' question.

"I will be relieved Aleta, I will be sincere Aleta, if indeed the man you married today is a man who will always take care of you, protect you. And that will certainly continue to ensure your happiness." said Haris in a rather high tone.

Aleta flinched with Haris saying, she simply lowered her head and did not dare to introduce Devan to him.

"Where is Aleta, how dare you introduce her to me," Haris continued to urge Aleta.

"I'm her husband Aleta, my sister wants to know me." Suddenly there was a typical baritone voice answering Haris's question.

Aleta raised her face, and was surprised to see Devan's presence beside her. Devan then sat on the handle of the chair Aleta occupied, and placed his right hand on Aleta's right shoulder. If observed, Devan was embracing his wife's shoulders.

Haris is also shocked that there is a big tall man with a stern face claiming to be Aleta's husband. With her eyes, Haris asked Aleta the truth.

"Yes, sister Haris, meet this Devan my husband" said Aleta sweetly introduced her husband.

"Mas, it was soft in my ears." Devan's heart suddenly skipped a beat hearing Aleta's call to his wife.

"Kok I've never heard of you before. Strange, suddenly could be the husband of Aleta" said Haris still can not eliminate suspicion that this marriage is due to coercion.

"Yes, we are ta'aruf. Remember the word ustadz we at the Multazam Mosque when we studied together. If suitable it is advisable to get married immediately, do not delay the marriage by courting." Aleta replied refuting Haris' suspicions.

"Dik Haris.., sorry my wife was tired from this morning standing saluting the guest. We're going on our honeymoon soon, too, so we're getting ready. Could another time in Haris visit here again." said Devan expelled Haris subtly.

Aleta's face was red when she heard Devan's words. But Haris felt made aware of his position today, then he immediately asked for his leave.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry. Aleta, brother go home first. Next time we'll be back."

"Assalamualaik."

"Wa Alaikum salam,"

"Be careful, Haris."

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