Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

148. I Accept.

"Agreed what? RT sir if you're healthy?" said Mamang who sat next to Mr. RT, looks confused Mamang staring at me.

Eh?

Astaghfirullah ....

I keep my head down. Shamefully felt. What was I thinking until I said I agreed? Aaaah, shy. I'm ashamed!

"That's been a long time alone, can't wait to be with you, yeeee." Cheers of male voices rang out from out there, laughing out loud. I'm getting embarrassed and hiding the face behind Gara's head. Lucky for once, because I sat on my lap so I could hide my face that seemed to have turned red, it was very hot.

"Haha, Neng Ayu would like to immediately give an answer to agree, this is not from Mas Arga's side has not asked, you know!" said Mr. RT. The sound of laughter was heard from the others.

Please, give me something to cover my face! Or, anyone, please destroy the wall behind me so I can escape from here!

"Yes, already. So Ma'am Ayu already impatient nih want to be halalin Abang Arga?" asked Mr. RT, there was a hint of teasing laughter from his mouth. I crumpled my fingers in front of Gara's stomach, trying to cover up my heart like this. Duh, I hope they don't see me misbehaving like this.

"In that case, I will reopen this meeting. First of all I say, Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barakatuh."

"Waalaikum salam warahmatullahi wa barakatuh," replied all in unison.

"Thank God be thankful, on this happy night, with the permission of Allah SWT, who has allowed us all to meet on one good occasion, bringing two families together in good faith. I, as a village officer who has been trusted by the family of the late Mr. Darmawan, was asked to attend here solely to participate in the event tonight. What is this show Mas Arga?" ask RT sir to Arga. I see from the corner of Arga's eyes jerked, his hands back to each other's fingers.

"A-wedding event!" answer Arga quickly. I looked down deeper and deeper, hearing Arga's words just made the taste in my heart flowery.

"Lamaran, Mas Arga. The wedding has not yet," said Mr. RT. Laughter is heard from out there. I lowered my head, feeling the heat on this face getting to my ears.

"Eh, hehe." Arga laughed a little.

"The Karatan youth can't stand it, euy!" yelling sounds from outside, plus the sound of laughter getting louder as well.

"If you want to marry mah, wait a minute, ask for an answer from Mbak Ayu first. Do you want to or not the same as Mas Arga?" Mr. RT started back.

I hugged Gara even more, until the boy moved a little and patted my hand. Realizing that if I hugged her tightly due to nervousness, I loosened my embrace on Gara. Looks like this kid was uncomfortable with my treatment just now.

"Please to the parties from the family of Mr. Yoga Ramayudha to ask sincerely to the family of Mbak Ayu, especially to the Mother of Mbak Ayu and also Mr. Sudrajat as the younger brother of the late Mr. Darmawan, ask well for Mas Arga against Adinda Ayu for noble purposes. Time and place I'm welcome." Mr. RT gives the opportunity for the Arga family to speak.

Y'all know? My heart was beating so fast, that it almost felt like it was piercing through the chest and wanted to jump out of this body.

"Thank you to Mr. RT and also to the family members of Nak Ayu who have welcomed our arrival very well. Thank God tonight, we are a big family from Ramayudha can be present here of course with very good intentions. To deliver our nephew, our son, and our brother Eka Arga Ramayudha whom we know the purpose and purpose of coming here, that is nothing but not to ask nicely Ananda Ayu to Mother and also the Father as the Ayu family, to make Ayu become Arga's companion and also become the Mother for Gara in the future. May Allah SWT give his blessing and give us all good things, amiin."

"Aamiin," answered the others simultaneously.

I also accepted the prayer that the man gave me in a slow manner. My eyes felt hot, the haru feeling that suddenly came to burst forth, making tears I could not bear anymore.

"For this, our family of the late Mr. Darmawan can only hand over all decisions back to Ayu. Ayu who if already knows what is good and also true for her life in the future." I held my breath hearing Mamang's words. So nervous.

"Jeeze, how? Do you want to accept Arga to be your husband?" ask Mamang. I was silent, still not expecting that there would be questions like this twice in my life. If you used to ask like that, but this time Mamang asked.

"Well to ask, do not let you answer and agree because of coercion, which will make you unhappy."

I flinched, and shook my head quickly.

Uncle continued to reassure us, asking for Arga. Me and the others listened intently. Because who is usually very active this time is silent and becomes a very good child in my lap.

"How's Nak Ayu? Is Nak Ayu willing to accept our proposal for Arga?" ask the next uncle.

The silent atmosphere felt once in this room, no one interjected or spoke like that. It felt like my throat was tight, my lungs were losing oxygen. So happy, I can't say anything.

"Son Ayu?" ask Uncle again. I raised my head, everyone stared at me, waiting for the answer I was about to give.

I turned my gaze to Mom, Mom's eyes and nose were red, the sound of a stifled sobbing sounded. Mom just smiled, nodding her head slowly. Aunt and Mamang also smiled from her place.

I read Arga sitting not far from me, the man lowered his head, still playing his fingers on his lap. One big sweaty hair I saw next to Arga's face, almost dripping. Her lips she folded inward, a sign that the man was just as nervous as me.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim." I took a deep and long breath, trying to neutralize the feeling that was now unfailing in my chest. My voice vibrates. I close my eyes, I hope the answer I give is appropriate and can lead me into a life full of happiness and Jannah.

"With Allah's permission SWT. I ... accepted Arga's proposal."

"Alhamdulillah." At once everyone said Hamdalah. I opened my eyes a little, saw some people were rubbing their faces and some of them were shrinking in tears. Even with me, it can no longer hold back this to let out a cry.

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