Red Hooded Girl

S2. Chapter 104

The night before his wedding, the god was feeling frantic. Because it has been a week he left the contract because he obeyed Mami's request. Eventually he moved to Deka's residence with Sol.

Mami also asked him not to meet with Mimin first during the wedding. And strangely Mimin even supports Mami's decision. Whenever he wanted to pick up Mimin when he came home from work, Mimin always refused.

"Asame the words of the parents even though I also do not believe the same name pamali but what's wrong if we follow." Says Mimin.

He did not end up thinking with parents' thoughts about pamali. Let alone pamali, just as bumali he is not afraid. In addition to Mami, Mama also made her upset by telling her to cut her hair with a reason to look more handsome when she became a bride.

Though he feels that he always looks handsome anywhere, anytime and anyhow. To him handsome is a God. The gods are handsome. No one can deny that. Point.

"Wa, can't you lo diem! Don't bulak back like an iron screw!" reprimand Deka when he saw the God of the circle back in the mirror, continue to sit, hold the hape, then stand, reflect again, sit again, hold the hape again, and so on.

"Bang Deka has not yet understood what it feels like if tomorrow wants to marry," he said.

"Married I've been kalee a lot," Deka joked. Luckily, his claws were not heard by his parents.

The god sat back down and grabbed his phone. There were ten messages he sent to Mimin but none were read. The status of the message ticks two grays.

Even with Sol who was assigned to help prepare the reception at home Mimin could not be contacted at all. The melodious voice of the operator girl who answered when the Gods made a call to Sol's number.

It really makes the Gods very uneasy tonight.

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Masjid Al Mukmin Cibening village was again enlivened by its citizens who gathered to attend the marriage contract of the couple Mimin and Dewa. Especially considering that Mimin is the daughter of Haji Zaenudin the chairman of RW, almost all residents of Cibening village came to attend the implementation of the marriage contract.

"How legitimate?"

"Saaaaaaaaahhh."

The lawful word has been spoken, prayers have been recited. Now is the time to meet the two brides.

The god looked at Mimin who swung a careful step with being led by Mami and Opi. The shadow of the incident three months ago flashed in his memory. What about when after the Ijab kabul on that dramatic night, with tears Mimin herded in front of him and then fainted.

But now it is really different, a happy hue just radiated on the beautiful face of Mimin. With a downcast face Mimin walked over to the God who was already religiously and legally the state as her husband.

Mimin raised his face when his steps had come before the Gods. He saw that God was carving a smile on him. A smile of victory over his struggle so far in passing all kinds of obstacles and obstacles until finally reached this point.

Mimin smiled back as she looked at her husband's face and kissed his hands. Then Dewa touched the head of Mimin who was covered in hijab while reciting a prayer.

"Allahumma inni as-aluka khairaha wa khaira maa jabaltaha alaihi, wa audzubika min syarriha wa syarri maa jabaltaha alaihi.” (O Allah, I ask from You the goodness of my wife and the goodness of the character that You keep in her. And I take refuge in Thee from the wickedness of my wife, and the ugliness of the character which Thou hast kept unto her).

Fahri taught the prayer to the gods. A few days ago Fahri visited the Gods as a friend. And they talk a lot as friends. Among the discussions, Fahri also discussed the book of Uyun qurotul. The book is a favorite and always awaited discussion by the students.

The god who only briefly became a santri, only learned the basic things from the yuyun qurotul, namely the discussion of puberty such as menstruation for women, and wet dreams for men.

Unlike Fahri who spent his education in pesantren. Fahri was already aware of the theory about the book, just waiting for a mate to be able to practice it with his halal woman.

The god was so enthusiastic when Fahri discussed the book of the Uyun qurotul while his perverted brain imagined how it would be practiced with his beautiful wife, Mimin. Masya Allah.

Back to the wedding procession. The god then landed a kiss on Mimin's forehead. And he had a smile when he remembered that the story of his soul mate's journey began from the forehead as smooth as that marble. A forehead that was accidentally hit by the toss of a can of soda drink due to his actions. The forehead that made her accompany the red-hooded girl reached the clinic. It was the forehead that made Mimin clench to him. Then over time the resentment turns into like, then into love, and finally into love.

After that, the bride and groom ask for blessings to parents and family. Many messages from family members to the bride and groom.

Ding Gaga is now a big boy. Love Mimin as much as we love him. Take care of Mimin as we look after him. Be good with compassion because really what Mimin wants is not a golden treasure but love until the end of his age. May Allah always give much blessing to your household. Abahs.

Son of God, forgive Mami's attitude yesterday. All that Mami did because of Mami's great affection for the Teteh. The gods must also love the Lord. Never hurt a little. Be a husband who values his wife. Mami will always pray for you.

God, so that guy doesn't have much fun. It must be efficient, effective and purposeful in everything we do. Be a hardworking husband to make your family happy. Papa's.

Take care of my sister. Never hurt her. I won't shut up until you hurt him. Harris.

Love Tea Mimin, Sister-in-law. Be careful not to get in the duain especially in the threeins, empaths and so on. Inget no Opi his sister Teh Mimin the champion pencak silat PORCAM. Opis.

Congratulations, Wa. Lo is a good boy. And it's worth it to get a woman like Jasmin. Take care of Jasmin, never leave him. Because I'm the first one who'll welcome him if you leave him. Deca.

After the marriage contract procession, both the bride and all the people present went to the wedding reception venue Mimin and Dewa. The reception was held in front of Mimin's home page.

What makes Mimin very embarrassed and did not dare to lift his face was because then the bride was paraded with rickshaws towards the reception venue. Mimin thinks this is Abah and Mami's idea so he complies. This was Sol's idea.

"Wa, what if the bride will be from the mosque to the reception place to ride a rickshaw. You see, when I was a child, I became my circumcision bride as well as being paraded using delman" Sol said a few days before D-Day.

"Well, that's exciting. Can-can Sol. Lo readyin pedicabaknya and transformed into as cool as possible becaknya," said God responded to Sol's proposal.

So now the two brides are riding a rickshaw. Becak belongs to Mang Kemed one of the residents of Cibening village hired by Sol. The pedicab is decorated with typical wedding ornaments such as yellow stews and flowers. Behind the rickshaw has prepared the tambourine troupe to accompany the bride's journey to the reception venue.

"Tea Mimin, Mimin Tea, Mimin Tea."

"A God, A God, A God."

"Tea Mimin, Mimin Tea, Mimin Tea."

"A God, A God, A God."

The little children of the sorcerer shouted the names of the two brides as the couple was about to board the rickshaw. Makes Mimin more embarrassed. If only Mimin knew if all this was Sol's idea. Mimin might chop that guy down until he's left.

The pedicab drove when the two brides were already sitting on it. Accompanied by a troupe of tambourine harvesters. And the residents who attended also walked behind him to accompany the bride to the reception.

During the trip, Mimin who is shy is only bowed. He did not dare to raise his face because he was too embarrassed. While God was exactly the opposite, he smiled so widely that he looked a row of neat and white teeth. With a smile, he waved his hand like a King who was being welcomed by his people.

I really am King today. He murmured in his heart.

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