OWNER OF HEART

The Eps 44

“Nduk, ready?” Said the mother who was standing next to me, then suddenly hugged my body.

“Bu... thank you very much, because all this time has been guiding, Mheta.” My mouth, without feeling I shed tears.

“Iya, it's all Mother's obligation. Don't cry, you'll wear off your makeup. Oh yes, your late father once told Mom. You, must be the wife of prayer for your husband. Because, after taking off

your single-term. Then all the responsibilities of your Mother and the late Father automatically move to your husband. So, I hope you can be filial to your husband.” Mother's light, her words made me more and more swept away in the valley of longing for the figure of the late Father.

It should be, right now that hugs me not only Mom, but also Dad. In fact, I still dream, if the one who will be my marriage guardian is Dad. Not Mr. De. But back to the plan. The sweetest plan that is assembled will be useless, if the Empyrean lives not Meridhoi.

“Mbak Yu, the groom and penghulu are ready.” Ms. Lek Titin exclaimed, while entering the room that had been provided for me.

“Oh, Yasudah, Bismillah yes Nduk. We wait here until the event is over,” said Mother while calming me.

You know... How do I feel right now? I feel like I'm playing in a movie, which is all set in such a way by the director. My thoughts? Still far off

buana's gone nowhere. Am I thinking about Daffa or Travelers? Of course both. Maybe you think I'm greedy. Yeah, it's up to you. Because, that is.

I didn't think of Daffa because I knew how he felt. No, because it's not just him who has that feeling. Because, I was once a messy creature caused by my little friend. However, this time all I thought about was, about him not attending my wedding with Rashid. He's my best friend, I've only seen that a few days back. How is he at the moment? what is he doing in the country? I don't know. I hope he's always okay after this show is over, I

intending to contact him.

While Wander. The man who made half my time wasted just to find out about her, was looking at a bottle of mizone that she once shoved into me. It drives me a little crazy, though,

I don't know where he is at this time? Even what I was thinking was, where did she know that I was going to marry Rashid.

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“I received the marriage and marriage of Ayu Andira Binti Almarhum Muhammad Abdul Lathif with a dowry of twenty-eight million seven hundred two thousand ten rupiah along with a set of prayer tools paid in cash.” Audible

rashid's voice read the ijab and qabul so loudly and smoothly. Instantly something clogged up in the middle of my chest.

Now, my status has really changed.I am no longer a single Mheta, who can arbitrarily make decisions on anything. And the most stifling of my breasts, I have legitimately become a

the wife of a young man named Dony Al Rashid. The young man I never thought would be a priest and a priest in a tiny house that I would occupy after this.

“Sah...” heard voices from witnesses in unison.

I immediately came out of the hiding place wearing a white dress accompanied by Mother and Miss Lek Titin.

When the eyes met, Rashid looked at me with a blush. Unlike me, it felt very eager to pounce on the young man who had legitimately become my husband. Then, grabbing his bald rug, threw it out of the building. “Sial once I marry you!” my monologue is in my heart.

I also had to kiss the back of the man's hand, who had legally become my husband. It's not like the wedding I've always attended. Rashid doesn't dare kiss me on the forehead. Maybe it's because he's awkward, because we don't actually get along with each other.

A little while later, Rashid and I changed into dresses for the reception of the sword. A traditional ceremonial procession in the marriage of a TNI with the rank of Officer.

Rashid and I walked out of the room hand in hand, along the red carpet and passed through one by one a sword with the music of instruments from the Officers.

 This show is an introduction for me, that I will enter a new life with a Rashid

who works as a State Service. Then, it continued with the formation of the sword formation of a mop like an umbrella over my head and Rashid, by all the team of the sword corals. Then, it was ended by the symbolic handover of the press suit by the mother of the president of the press along with the badge, indicating that I had officially become part of the family of persit.

So many invited guests, that I felt a little tired of experiencing it. However, the tiredness that was trailing me, faded immediately. When I saw a familiar figure from a distance.

I watched him walk with his head bowed, wearing a blue shirt.

“Is that really him? But it feels impossible..” murmured.

Every now and then I looked at Rashid, even the man standing next to me, now waving at the blue-shirted young man.

“What kind of game is this? did I see wrong? Didn't I rest enough last night? But why do my two eyeballs still picture the man?” batinku.

“Bro... so long ago, yesterday I picked you up on rented. But there isn't even. Said you were coming home?” Seloroh Rashid to the young man who has now stood before us both.

Seen, from their gazes, it seemed like the two young men had known each other long before Rashid was about to marry me. Very clearly visible.

“Iya sorry, Ndan.. I returned home, because again there is a business.” Tukas the young man, his gaze now turned to me.

Something was so warmed up in my heart. No, not just warm up. This time, I really couldn't help but cry. My fortress spilled in front of the travelers. Especially when he is touching me. Saying congratulations on a new life.

God, what kind of lelocon is this? Why Travelers should attend my wedding ceremony with Rashid.

“Congratulations Ma'am..May be a family blessed by Allah.” It was good when our fingers met each other.

I closed my mouth with both hands.

“Why you, Dek?” Rashid asked, touching my shoulder so gently.

I stared fixedly at Rashid's eyes. There are so many questions I really want to ask him. However, I immediately expressed my intention. There's no way I'm asking about a young man in a shirt

blue, who is now walking away from where we stand.

“I'm okay. I was just moved by the excitement of this party,” I replied pretending to be tough.

Sounded in the middle of the party. A beautiful music. But, it is clear if the song was sung by someone with rearrangement.

I want to be a dream in your sleep…

I want to be something you might miss..

Because the steps are tidied up without you…

Ooh, because the heart is tired…

I listened carefully to the song he used to sing when we talked to each other over the phone. Now, right on my happy day, said some people of course. Singing the song Dealova. From a distance, though,

those eyes were staring right at me and Rashid stood up.

“This song, I sing special to both brides who are happy on the lap. May happiness always be with my friend and his wife. Don't forget, my love is a cute and cool niece.” From a distance, before finishing the song Dealova.