Noctah Black Marriage
First Night
Part-41s
“Astaghfirullahaladzim ...,” Li watered while rubbing face.
His eyes also turned dim. He turned after a few seconds looking at me.
“Eh, there is a candidate for the bride. Please sit down,” welcome Hans to melt the atmosphere.
“Iya, Li please sit down first.”
“Sorry, am I interrupting?” tanyanya formal's.
“Ah, this boss is like anyone. I just helped Salma choose kebaya.”
“Oh. Yes please can be resumed.”
“Chooking. Sal, I'm going back! You have to go again.”
“I-iya.”
“Call Qia, dong!”
I hurriedly picked up the Qia who had just finished being cleaned from the pup by Lydia. Soon I put it on again.
“Who came?” ask Lydia.
“Li,” I replied slowly.
We also returned to the front room.
“Qia Papa's most beautiful son, Papa come home first, yes! Nih, now play with papa baru.”
“Pa, pa, pa,” chatter Qia.
Hans kissed her and then went home.
“Eh, no Lydia Tea too?”
“Hmm .. You think I was just two with Hans?”
“He ... it's nothing, if you're both-aging ‘kan the third-,”
“You,” as.
Li smiled shyly.
“Mbak Salma this is-is-nothing.”
“Sal, I'm here to give this a deposit from Mami.” Li handed me a paper bag.
“What is Li?”
“Hakata Scrub. Lulur what is the name forget. Said Mami a special message from her acquaintance for you.”
“Alhamdulillah, have a real good in-law candidate,” praise Lidia.
“Alhamdulillah, the fruit of patience Tea,” timpalku.
Li gave his thumb.
**
Finally the expected day arrived. I waited in a special room that had been prepared. While in pelaminan, Irsyad alias Li straightforwardly and loudly recited Kabul for the ijab that papa akadkan.
“Sah ...”
There were witnesses and guests present.
I was just asked to get out of that room. Lidia took me walking towards the man who was now a husband.
Step by step swayed gracefully past the expanse of red rose petals. All eyes seemed to be on me who looked beautiful with the style of a traditional Sundanese hijab bride.
Kebaya white lace design elongated accented embroidery and sequins I wear with a blend of classic batik fabric shades of chocolate. Elegant is what it looks like.
While Irsyad looks dashing already waiting at the akad table where the procession is already underway. The narrow-eyed man looked very handsome by wearing a silver-ornate white hood. As for the bottom, wear the same batik cloth as me. Do not forget blangkon accessories with matching colors beskap also complete the head.
Lydia let go of her armband and I sat down slowly. The siger crown on the head feels a little heavy when looking down. Once coupled with this chest immediately beat faster. I tried to calm my heart by inhaling the scent of roncean jasmine dangling from the side of the head.
Penghulu asks Irsyad to read Shigat Taklik. That is a statement dangling talak in case of the mentioned case. Where the husband is willing to accept a divorce suit if he commits an offense. Among them leave the wife for 2 years in a row, do not give a mandatory living for 3 months, hurt the wife's body, and let the wife for 6 months or more.
Rangaduan procession for the sake of procession Alhamdulillah went well. Something was funny when Penghulu invited me to kiss the back of her husband's hand for the first time. Nervous and embarrassed of course. While the husband after holding my crown while reading a prayer, welcome to pee. Irsyad seemed confused not to know which one to catch. Groggy, I don't know what he's thinking.
“Ekhm, groom please kiss his wife's forehead!” reengalu.
With the wrong behavior of her lips even pointed to my lips. This spontaneous provokes laughter and temptation.
“Aduh ken, Sir. That one will be later!” chirping his personal assistant.
Fortunately, Irsyad has not changed course. Finally he kissed my forehead for a little while too.
“Home time, yes, Nak Irsyad!” said penghulu again provoked the laughter of the guests.
Irsyad and I were embarrassed.
Finally all the procession from full of laughter to the roar of tears when the sungkeman has been resolved. Irsyad and I can now sit in the armchair.
A third of the hotel's ballroom is sparkling with light. Since our event was held from 19:00 p.m., the decorations adjusted.
The usual atmosphere has been transformed into more intimate with a romantic atmosphere filled. As if entering a three-dimensional space, the crystals hang beautifully on the ceiling.
“Congratulations Salma,”. “Be careful with the presence of the third person!” the whisper was then quite a bit of hot ears.
I'm sure no one invited this cunning woman. Then why is he here? How'd he get in? There is no guard at the entrance. Those who do not have an invitation letter will be banned from entering. Are they off guard?
While the question continued to spin in the head with a swift papa Qia directly approached. His eyes were puffed with a fierce look fixed on his ex-wife-Meti. I don't know what Hans whispered to him? So that Meti quickly manut and down from the mopaminan. It looks like he's being dragged a little bit to keep away. Her cynical face changed.
**
Because we had a wedding in the ballroom, the hotel gave a free stay one night after the reception.
When the door of the room opens, the fragrance goes out from the inside. Seen sprinkled pink rose petals on a bad king size. In the middle of bad there is a pair of goose-shaped towels in a clashing position. Then there were some heart-shaped balloons hanging in the sky of the room. As well as the dim lighting of the tumblr lamp adds to the impression of increasingly romantic.
Irsyad took me to sit on the edge of the bed.
Tik tok tik tok, the sound of the clock hand spinning so clearly heard for us at this time. The needle showed at 22:30 Wib.
“Eum ... Since we are married, what good am I calling, yes?”
“No idea,” I replied while looking down embarrassed.
It was unexpected that a person I had known for a long time, a friend, a colleague, and a Boss, could make my heart and Dig Duk not care like this.
“I call you .. Darling?” I shook my head because it was similar to a call from Hans. “If Honey?” I shook my head because I remembered honey. Don't let me be mixed. “If Humaira?” I shook my head again because I felt very far from Siti Aisyah's persona. That ‘kan beloved call of the Prophet to him.
“Adek only.” I open my voice.
“Adek? Alright.” Irsyad. “Then call me, Brother!” her door. “Dek, why keep your head down?” he continued, lifting my chin.
“Too.”
“Eum ..”
I actually saw the same thing from Irsyad. He seems embarrassed too. I tried to be brave because I felt like a man. Although the nervousness remains very visible contrast. The hand that was still holding my chin trembled slightly. Then both of his hands turned to cupping my cheeks.
“Why?”
“May I, uh, Brother continue the error earlier?”
“Previous error?”
“Error when penghulu told to kiss forehead.”
I smiled at what he said. Irsyad's head slowly leaned in to swallow the saliva. Just one more inch of our lips will soon be linked.
One, two ....
Duarr! Suddenly one of the balloons hanging in the room sky erupted. Instantly our bodies jumped together so shocked.
“Haha ..”
We laughed together too. This laughter was enough to melt the tense atmosphere earlier.
“Mari Abang bukain!”
“Ih, shy.”
“What's open, how embarrassed?”
“Terus?”
“That crown on the head what's not heavy?”
“Oh, hehe.”
“What do you think hayo?”
“No ah,” kilahku.
Well, why am I being so shy, anyway? My brain has started traveling everywhere. Buaya!!
I quickly got out of bed and sat in front of the dresser. I forgot that the crown says it's pretty heavy. Kucopot immediately slowly. Irsyad certainly did not stay silent. After he himself removed the blangkon that had been stuck to the head for hours.
Then she helped open any decorations that stuck to my head until there was only a veil left. The heart raced back when I was stared at sticky after the hijab was removed.
“Aduh make up is really thick.” I try to shift focus.
I poured some face cleansers on the cotton. Then I polished slowly.
“Clean old make-up, yes?”
“Iya.”
Irsyad immediately blocked my wrist and grabbed a cotton swab and a facial cleanser, then simply placed it on the dresser.
“Can clean this later only?”
My lips tightened. The atmosphere turned tense again. My eyes blinked a few times. Without waiting for an answer, I immediately carried my husband into bed. A passionate warm touch began to be felt in every corner.
***
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