Not the Bride of Choice

Stay at Hotel

I woke up shocked to hear Mom's voice coming into my room.

"Let's wake up Ca, your makeup artist will be here soon. Immediately shower and dawn prayer. It's already 6:00 in the morning" Mother said, waking me up.

"why are you sleeping here? why not in Aisyah's room? why did you let your husband sleep alone in the bridal chamber? " ask Mom again.

"you are now Mas Ali's wife. Learn to accept the truth, son. Be a good wife to her. Mother and Father will always pray for your marriage" said the mother again in a rather hoarse voice.

"all right, ma'am" I replied as I took a towel and headed for the bathroom.

Finish praying I go to the kitchen like I used to.

And mom then told me to wake up Mas Ali and call him for breakfast before the satin fairies came.

I obey too.

I slowly knocked on Aisyah's bedroom door, but there was no answer from inside the room.

I slowly opened the door of the room that was not locked and I saw Mas Ali still asleep hugging the pillow bolster.

I was standing right on the edge of the bed where he fell asleep.

I lowered my face a little, then I accidentally saw the look on the face of this man who is now my husband.

He's really handsome.

His nose is sharp, his eyelashes are also flattened, and his lips are also slightly red. I was really staring at this guy's face.

I was aghast when suddenly Mas Ali opened his eyes and our eyes looked at each other for a moment.

I stood up and turned my back on him.

"It's embarrassing" I whispered in my heart.

"Brapa jam now? " ask Mas Ali to me.

"06.15 Mass. Wake up. Let's breakfast. Soon the bride-to-be will come to decorate us." I said nervously.

"I'll take a shower and pray first" he said as he got out of bed.

I nodded and went out into the kitchen.

At 10:30 the pickup car arrived in front of the house and was ready to take us to the hotel where the reception was held.

The dress I wore was gray with a Pink gradation and white pearls scattered on each end of the lace.

Very beautiful and glamorous.

"In accordance with Aisha's taste" I whispered in my heart.

On top of the hijab that I wear is also in the middle-sized Crown, adding elegance and making my beauty more radiant.

Bukde entered the bridal chamber and praised me deeply while holding my right arm and leading me out to the car.

Outside the house everyone was waiting for me to go to the hotel.

There were also some neighbors who took us.

When I came out the door all were amazed at my extraordinary appearance.

They all admired my beauty. At first glance I saw the face of Mas Ali who also seemed stunned to see me wearing this beautiful dress.

Bukde and Mommy made me get into a car that had been decorated into a bridal car.

I sat down nervously next to Mas Ali without making a sound.

The atmosphere was so quiet in the car

All the way to the hotel.

Approaching the hotel I saw on the right and left side of the road lined with flower boards congratulating Mas Ali and Aisyah on the wedding.

My heart feels sore again.

"My name should be there, not Ayesha" I said in my heart.

I got out of the car helped by Mom and Bukde.

Then stand up straight beside Mas Ali.

We were standing on a red carpet that would guide us to the seat.

I was getting nervous to see so many people present at this reception.

I walked slowly because I was afraid of falling.

To be honest I'm not used to wearing high heels like this.

It turned out that my gut feeling was right, I tripped over the carpet and almost fell down.

Luckily Mas Ali was quick to hold my arm and save me from embarrassment.

He then wrapped my hand on his arm. And we also walked slowly to the pelaminan and was greeted with a regional dance "cacah inai".

The reception went very well.

Lots of guests coming. The majority were his colleagues Mas Ali and his family.

I don't think any of them realized that I wasn't Aisyah.