My wife Little Child
Chapter 18
A week later...
In a mosque, in the Jakarta area.
"I accept the marriage and marriage of Nadira Khansa Salsabila Binti Bian Saputra, with her mascarina which is above cash." Fahri chanted the Kabul Ijab smoothly and steadily, in one breath.
Witnesses said 'Sah'. Continued with a prayer recited by a cleric who was present in the procession of the sacred marriage contract.
Dira who that day appeared so beautiful and graceful, in a white kebaya, still unable to hide the sadness on her face.
Yes, the day should be the happiest and most historic day for all women in general. For making a holy promise before God, in a sacred bond. Together with loved ones. Promise to live.
But of course this does not apply to Dira. For him, this was precisely the beginning of his doom. His teenage years will be lost. His freedom will be broken. And moreover, he had to live in one roof, with a man he did not love at all...
Mom and Dad were crying. Likewise with the friend who was present in the marriage contract procession, Sisi.
Dira grabbed Fahri's hand, who had now become her husband, and kissed him with reverence. And Fahri replied by gently peeping Dira's forehead.
*****
After the wedding ceremony procession was completed, the afternoon held a quite lively reception in a hotel ballroom.
However, the big families of both parties were deliberately not too much to invite guests. Only important guests and close relatives.
Dira is so beautiful and stunning in a modern red wedding dress that is very elegant. It was so fitting to be with Fahri who wore a suit. Fahri-pun no less handsome that afternoon. Charisma and an aura of happiness emanated from the look on his face.
"Son Fahri, Om and Aunt ask, please take good care of Dira. Dira is one of our joys" Papa said as soon as the reception party was almost over.
"Om sure, uh, I mean, Papa. God willing... I'll take care of him, and try to make him as happy as I can,"
He smiled, "Thank you, son,"
Fahri replied with a smile while nodding small.
"Bro, I'm asking. Please take good care of my beloved sister. Don't get scuffed, "this time Adit's talking.
Adit chuckled, "Motor times Bro, scuffed."
The two friends laughed in unison.
Then not long after, Sisi ran a small approach Dira. "My dear... Honey... Congratulations yaa... You will start a new life. I always pray for happiness for you.." leaning in while hugging Dira tightly.
Finally Dira was unable to hold back her crying, "Thank you dear..."
*****
Later that night, Fahri immediately brought Dira to his home in the South Jakarta area. After previously they had time to go to the house of papa Dira after the reception.
Fahri already has his own home. Small house minimalist style. At the age of 25, he was financially well-established. Already a lecturer, have his own house and vehicle.
Dira dragged his suitcase. He just brought some of his clothes.
"Dir, Mas want to talk for a while," said Fahri while holding Dira's arm and inviting her to sit in the living room.
"In fact, it has been almost a year, in this house there is Bik Inah who helped Mas Fahri. Cook, bebenah, nyapu, mengepel, and take care of other home needs. So then... You don't have to worry. I'm not going to tell you to do all that. Because there is Bik Inah. Mas also will not sue you, to take care of the needs of Mas Fahri,"
"Last, you calm down. Fahri will never stop you. Even if you have married Mas, you can still walk with your friends, or others. Because Mas is also aware, at this very young age of you, it is your time. Nor will it prohibit you from pursuing your career. But keep in mind, Mas is now your husband, which means the leader of the family. Keep the same permission, if you want to do something,"
Dira fell silent. All of this felt like a dream to him. Yeah, nightmares.
"Ok," said Dira finally. "I have a request too. I ask, we sleep in separate rooms! Because Mas Fahri knows, I just went to college. And also, I'm not ready..."
Fahri smiled, trying to hide his disappointment. "Mas Fahri knows it. I'll wait until you're really ready..."
