Not the Bride of Choice

A slap

It has not been nearly a year since I married Mas Ali.

Tomorrow is my 29th birthday.

I don't think I need to wish Mas Ali a gift for me.

Once again, I never celebrated it.

Most go eat and watch with Mia.

Completed the prayer isya Mas Ali permission to go to the monthly study of the fathers held every night Thursday at the mosque plantation.

I called Mom and Dad who congratulated me on my phone.

Mas Ali came home around 10pm and immediately changed his clothes and slept next to me.

"Mas.. Aisyah has gone home at Father and Mother's house" I said breaking the silence.

"owhh." he said expressionlessly.

"Mas still holds a grudge against him? " many more.

" Everything that happens has a silver lining, that has passed, let it be the past. No need to hold a grudge. For Mas he is now just a sister-in-law aka the brother of the most dear wife Mas" he said while peeping my lips.

The next morning Mas Ali woke me up with a soft whisper in my right ear.

"Happy birthday dear, happy birthday.." soft talk.

I woke up and immediately hugged her. "thank you" I replied to her.

She handed me a small thin envelope.

I opened slowly and was shocked when I saw the contents.

Two tickets to Malacca.

"What is this Mas? " many more.

" Mas do not know what gift to give, because we have never been a honeymoon so Mas think it is better to give you a vacation ticket around Malaysia while visiting Mama, Papa and Oma there.

I hugged her and thanked her again as I kissed her.

After breakfast, as usual I drove Mas Ali to the door and regretted it before he left for work.

I nodded in understanding.

We arrived at the Hall around 12:50 Wib. It turned out that it was already full of farm workers.

They are all waiting for our arrival.

This is the second time I've been in the spotlight of the workers.

The first was on the eve of our wedding reception a few months ago.

Mas Ali took me quietly with a smile.

There was a loud applause from all the workers present.

I was shocked when I saw the large banner in front of the Hall that read

"Happy birthday Mrs Ali." I stared at Mas a

Ali couldn't believe it.

Mas Ali nodded confirming and guided me to the front desk which contained a large Tumpeng and two large Tart cakes as well.

Before the cutting of cakes and tumpeng is carried out, the, Mas ali gave a few words of greeting that contained thanks for the participation of all workers, especially to Mas Jalal and Wife and Yuli and her future husband as well as to PKK mothers who had prepared cakes and this big tumpeng.

Then Mas Ali came with me to cut the tumpeng and the two tarts.

Then share it with all who come with the help of Asni and Yuli .

I myself took a few pieces of cake and fed my beloved husband.

I am so happy today!!

For the first time, my birthday is celebrated.d

And for the first time, I got an amazing surprise.

"triamakasih Mas, I love u" I whispered in the ear of Mas Ali.

Mas Ali replied to me with a warm kiss on my forehead.