Naughty Child

Best Day of My Life

FAIZ'S NARRATIVE

THE RETURN OF THE PRINCE, that's the headline of the newspaper. The day after I proposed to Iskha in public and broadcast live a private television station, live media frenzy. Iskha and I have been named the most romantic celebrity couple. I'm serious about that proposal, too. Do not need to be asked, his father Iskha strongly agreed. 

After that it was a busy week. I print out invitations, rent a place for the wedding reception, choose a wedding dress, rent catering and others. The one thing I like about Iskha is that he doesn't want to be grandiose. He just wants his show to be simple, don't be too fancy. He wanted to invite the little people. Let them blend in with the other invitations, so they don't feel small. The point is that he wants the guests to be equal - no one feels higher or lower.

Surely this is an amazing concept. My invitation was to go to some orphanages. And also the neighbors who are less able to invite. I invited a little from rich people, except my school friends during High School. Iskha was very happy. She even gets sexy busy. Be angry too when the invitation example is wrong. I calmed him too.

"Udah dong, wrong time' a little angry?" my many.

"Where not angry try Mas. this is the third time you know," he replied.

"Yes, mom. Sorry, the guy's new. After this I will handle" said one of the employees who printed the invitation.

"Yes, please hurry. We also need time to spread out the invitation" I said.

The young man also left. Iskha held his head. 

"Have dong, you must be tired again, again PMS?" my many.

"Yes is rich" replied Iskha. He then threw himself on the sofa. 

I took my phone and checked out something I had done. "Okay, the dress already, the catering already, the reception place already, the penghulu already, the invitation just means."

"Mas Faiz," he called.

"Yes? What's up?" my many.

"Mas sure you don't want to invite Mr Hendrajaya? Is he dad??" 

I'm speechless. I promised I wouldn't go back there. 

"Come on, it's just inviting. I promised not to go home. But that doesn't mean you didn't invite them, does it?" tanyakanya. 

I'm sighing. That's right, doesn't mean I won't invite them. Alright. "Yes, I'll invite them."

"Really?" tanyakanya. I don't know why he was so happy. He got up and hugged me. "Thank you, sir."

****

"I received Iskha Kusumaningrum bint Sulaiman's marriage with a gold ring dowry of 7 grams and cash of Rp. 2,009,000,- paid in cash," I said when Ijab qabul.

"Where's everything? Right?" ask pak penghulu.

"Well.." everyone exclaimed.

"Alhamdulilah" he answered. 

Finally, I and Iskha became husband and wife that day. The wedding party was quite good. Guests came to congratulate. The guest is good from among celebrities as well as from the general public. From the rich to the poor. What amazes me is that they all blend into one. Laugh together, eat together. Iskha was amazing at making this idea. I love him more and more. And she was so beautiful that day. Wearing white wedding dress. A mixture of Sundanese and betawi customs. 

And I finally saw someone with their family entourage. I recognize them. My father, mother, Icha, Rendi, and also my other mothers. Mother Vidia, Mother Nur, Mother Laura and their children, minus Mas Pandu. Somewhat strange indeed, they were guests in this event, this was my idea. I'm not going back to their house, but that doesn't mean I won't let them go to my place. 

The first to save me was Dad. He hugged me and patted me on the shoulder. 

"Good boy, may you last, take good care of your wife!" abugn. "The guide is in the hospital, so he can't see you. It's just a greeting"

I'm nodding. "Thank you father."

Then I moved to Iskha. "Iskha?!"

"Pak Hendrajaya," said Iskha. 

"Congratulations, son, take care of Faiz. So a good wife" said my father.

"Yes mother" I replied. 

"Iskha. So a good wife!" said mother.

Iskha nodded. 

"Where is Mas Pandu?" my many.

After the greetings and congratulations, the event was over. The guests have all gone home. I didn't see Vira present. Ah but it doesn't matter. That day I planned to stay at a villa I had rented as our honeymoon. With the car I borrowed from Erik, I went on a honeymoon with Iskha. 

****

"Huh, just talk!" iskha's words spread my daydream.

"Hihihi, I'm confused is this a dream?" my many. 

"Dream or not?" ask Iskha. 

I was in the villa room. The day started late afternoon. Iskha has removed her makeup. It was so hot that we took a shower. Already wearing casual clothes. Iskha was sleeping on our wedding bed. I rented this villa for a whole week. This includes my father's villa anyway. Actually I could have freely occupied it, but I remain principled not to accept my father's help. I'm doing it myself, of course. The ama Iskha.

Iskha seemed busy playing her phone. Play facebook, twitter, instagram. He even took a selfie with me. 

"Mas, you're here!" he pulled me and took a selfie!

"Make what?" my many.

"Create the status of 'Before first Night'!" joking. I laugh.

"Ah, just-just there!" I said.

He uploaded it to facebook, twitter and isntagram. I then sat next to him. 

"Eh, I think that from today I will call you Dinda," I said.

Iskha turned to me, she laughed, "Issh...dinda? Why should I call you that?"

"Well, that's it" I said.

"OK, kanda," he said. 

I'm silent again. Stared at. Here's wife. Her face was now the most beautiful woman's face. I don't get tired of looking at him. He was busy playing mobile. After that, he looked towards me. He turned his lips.

"What the hell? Look only," he said.

"It's okay, right? Seeing your face alone is tranquility for me" I replied. 

"Ih..lebay," he said. 

I then took her phone. He tried to take it. 

"Eit, I don't have to," I said.

"Ihh..kanda..love dong!" her door.

He then collapsed on top of my body when he grabbed his phone. Our faces meet. I can feel his heartbeat in my chest. Slowly I put the phone on the table by the bed. I then kissed her. She pushed.

"It's not night yet, you know, ntar can not dong called the wedding night," he said.

"Tremendous care" I replied.