Mystery of Love

qiroha

The sound of music resounded around the house mbak ima. A large salon in front of the binoculars has covered our village road. The table chairs are also neatly arranged under the binoculars that are erected right in the middle of the road.

The people who were about to cross the road looked disappointed because they had to turn their vehicle around and move.

This cak qowi wedding event includes rame-rame according to the view of our extended family because usually the wedding of the men in our family is just tasyakuran before the wedding ceremony after which the party will only be held at the bride's house.

This is because the bride's family is a wealthy family that has shops in the market that are always crowded with buyers.

I didn't help at all because of my shortcomings, I couldn't adapt well.

Umi Jannah who saw me then approached me to persuade me to join in welcoming the arrival of the bride's family guests.

" bak... mbak rotul..kanken peanut ndamel fatayat uniform mbak ngggeh ce e uniform...."

" fill in mik.."

" check pantes mbak"

I smiled without any intention of doing what he asked. Really, please the guest? diliatin people? oh no. It's a hard thing for me and I can't do it.

All I could do was hide.

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Everyone was getting ready because they heard the bridesmaid family was near. I took mbak nurin into hiding for a while until his name was called untul qiroah.

The deafening music of the large sound system that was placed at the end of the road was turned off when the escort group came and then replaced with a chant of solawat as a welcome expression from the host.

Cak qowi and his wife kissed the hands of his parents alternately. Then pak de ku gave the two with drinking water that had been provided as a condition and a symbol that they received the bride as their child as well and would treat both as their own children.

The broken one standing next to them then opened the shawl and placed it on the backs of both the bride and the two parents. Mr. de and bude were asked to hold the edges and then walk the four of them in one shawl to the seat that has been provided (this one is only my prediction ya coz I will hide so I do not know what's happening up ahead)

Before long the host began to climb to the podium opening the event with a bismillah reading then read out the arrangement of the event from beginning to end.

lahumul........

the second event is the recitation of the holy verse of the Qur'an to be read by ananda nurin sayyidah, to whom we submit....

Mbak Nurin walked timidly to the podium and then said his greetings and began to read the verses of the Qur'an. His voice was so solemn that it filled the recesses of the heart, smooth as soft as snow.

every soul listens to it with a thumping heart as if it is in dialogue with the giver of life until it is heard

"Sodaqollohul azim"

Mbak Nurin walked meret (do not know what his senses are) walked off the podium through the backstage and I welcomed him.

I took her to my uncle's house, 'aba yahya. Through the back door we entered the uncle's house and we sat down in the hallway behind the bathroom.

Mbak nurin as usual if he is nervous must be his body dingiin once. I asked her to have a conversation trying to melt her mood.

Suddenly a man came in and sat not far from me

" pinten class pean?"