Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

163. SAH!!!!!!

"Bismilbornrohmanirrohim. I received the marriage and marriage of Ayu Safira bint Darmawan with a mascawin a set of prayer tools and cash worth one million three hundred thousand rupiah, cash!" Arga's loud voice uttered a sacred sentence on the speaker unhindered in one breath. I myself still hold my breath, a sense of tightness began to be felt when no voice was heard from the others.

"AH!!!" The other screams echoed in there, followed by hamdalah and also prayer. I could breathe again as if this were the saying of the man and the prayer removed all that was obstructing and disturbing in me. Tears running through my cheeks, I can't take it anymore. Happy, happy, and sad mixed in the heart. Pun, with Mom. I saw Mother similarly shrink her tears and then hug me full of haru.

"Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulilah," said Mother with a small sob. I hugged Mom tightly.

"Congratulations, Ms. Ayu," said Ms. Yeni.

I nodded, Mom took off my arms and kissed my forehead holding back her sobs.

"Thank God, Yu. Thank God, son."

We cried, releasing a sense of tightness and haru inside the chest. Mbak Yeni just waited beside Mom while smiling.

"Oh, this is even cry anyway, later make up fade it kumaha?" Aunty's voice rang out from behind the door, just entering into this room. Mom and I looked towards him. Auntie gave us the tissue on the table.

"Snakes, ah. Honey, how will the make up wear off?"

We did not answer, only smiled with embarrassment. Right, I didn't think about it, which I knew if I had just become Arga's wife and it felt so happy that I couldn't help but cry.

MUA who was waiting since earlier approached and checked the makeup on my face, she just put a thin powder using a large brush.

"It's okay, let me take it inside" said the MUA.

I went out with my mother who was next to me. We walked at a slow pace, slightly hampered by narrow kebaya subordinates on the knee area. This chest was unceasingly pounding as the footsteps got closer to the space within the mosque.

I saw many people present in this large room, some I knew were my neighbors and relatives, as well as from the Arga family who came that night. I lowered my head as I continued to tread slowly, unable to control the heartbeat inside my chest.

"Alhamdulilah, what a beautiful bride. Come here, sit down with your husband." Whether it was who, I didn't see the person speaking, but the enticement from the other guests 'ciee-ciee' and whistling made me want to disappear even more. This hot face.

"Duh, I'm ashamed that this is the bride. But if it's tonight, shame isn't ...." One more temptation is heard to make the atmosphere in here boisterous. Laughing and bothering me too.

Aduuuhhhh🙈🙈🙈.

My mother took me to sit next to Arga, in front of a small table over there. Mamang sat in front of Arga together with Mr. Penghulu, on his right and left we had two people who I thought were witnesses of our marriage. It was not strong to raise this head so I still lowered my head. Shame to be stared at by others with smiling faces like that.

"Aha-ah!" answer the other.

I looked deeper and deeper to hear it. The atmosphere was still boisterous with their jokes until finally the voice of Pak Penghulu was heard and stopped the voices.

"Here, don't be teased again. Poor bride. Embarrassed. Enough later that seduced her husband alone in the room."

"Cieeeee!"

Please, stop! I'm ashamed!

I looked from the corner of the eye, Arga glanced at me with a smile on her lips. I became hot coldly stared at like that by him. Especially there are still many guests present.

Mr. Penghulu spoke again, congratulating us both, giving advice on the importance of commitment in marriage, how I should behave as a good wife, and Arga who must give a living and also carry out his duties as a husband. Then we signed the marriage book that we once had with each other.

"Alhamdulilah, if you already have this means safe, yes?" said Mr. Penghulu while smiling at us. "This is also called a SIM. Stay Permit Letter. No one will say if you already have this SIM, please take good care of it, Mas Arga and Mbak Ayu." Mr. Penghulu is glancing towards us.

The show went on smoothly and solemnly, then the fanfare came back when I kissed Arga's hand and Arga kissed me on my forehead.

"Assalamualaikum, Wife. You are so beautiful!" whispered Arga near my ear.

Ayu Sapphira

Eka Arga Ramayudha

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