Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

315. Marriage Gets

“Pak!” a woman's voice shouted and entered the room where we were sitting. Seen the Goddess out of there with a red face as if she had cried.

"Why did you expel Hilman?" goddess to her father. I stared at the Goddess in disbelief. What does this mean? He doesn't want me to go home?

"Well, what if you tell him to come home? Nothing's wrong, right?"

"Mother can't throw him out. At least give an excuse if you don't accept Hilman!" she said the woman again crying. Mother Goddess who had been sitting was now standing and calming her daughter.

"Father tell Hilman to come home to bring his money, you haven't finished talking, yet" said the man who made me gawk. What else is this?

"Why don't you want to be like him? If you want me to ask him to bring money for your wedding, tonight I also marry you. Look for penghulu, RT sir, and witnesses" the man said unexpectedly. I was still speechless, not just me, but the Goddess as well. I guess, the Goddess also did not expect what her father had said.

"Well, you want a goddess!" not a question, but I think it's like an offer.

"You!" quickly answer.

"If so take your money, make dowry and buy treats of people," said Wak Hendro.

I got out of the house immediately, but then went back into the house to grab the hand of my future father-in-law and kissed him solemnly.

“Petan, I have been waiting here, passing from isya, do not expect you will get Dewi,” said the man with the thin mustache.

“Iya, Wak. Uh, Sir!” my words then greet the mother and also force to reach the hand of the Goddess and stick it on the forehead of the Goddess. Mom and Dad looked at me like that. It feels like this heart is not too bad, getting news if I am accepted by the father and mother of the Goddess. Immediately I set foot quickly towards the house, went inside and took my motorbike key and wallet. Until I forget if the helmet also I have not taken, then therefore I go back into the house.

“Where are you going?” ask the mother who saw me move. It felt like my knees were shaking my hands too.

“Hilman to marry.”

“Hah?” Mother looked at me in surprise.

“Hilman to marry!” I can only talk like that. As if there was nothing more I could say to my mother. 

“Eh What does this mean, Man? Hilman!” mom from behind. I didn't listen to what Mom said anymore, took out my bike immediately and left as quickly as possible. The banks of course are all closed because the day is already late at night. Adhan is heard everywhere.

I'm looking for an ATM near my house. The wait made me impatient. I don't know how many minutes I've waited, but it feels like a few years. Can't wait to take her to the Goddess' house. I don't know how much money his parents want, but I don't care as long as I can be with the people I love. Yes, I love him. I love him. And no one dares to argue about it!

Finally after a long wait I was able to take all the money left inside the ATM, it turned out to be still over twenty million. I only took a fitting twenty. Seven million more I save for our supplies later.

I went back to the Goddess' house and handed the money to her parents. It turns out that some people have gathered there, the penghulu, RT sir and also some neighbors. 

"Then your mother came here" said Wak Hendro. 

I nodded and rushed home. Show this to mom.

"You seriously want to marry Dewi?” ask my mother now.

I nodded seriously.

“Hilman has brought his money for the wedding dowry. Now I change clothes and come with Hilman to the house. My love is a little pushy. I changed my clothes with a white shirt that I used to wear work, luckily this shirt I just bought last month, the color is still perfect white

Finally, I changed her clothes and got hooded. We both headed to the Goddess' house. I can't believe there are more people in this house than there were. I'm a little groggy. Chairs have been removed and roll out mats in the middle of the house.

“I marry and I marry you Brother Hilman bin Jaelani with my son named Dewi Nurhayati binti Hendro Wiyono with his mascawin in the form of money two million five hundred thousand, cash," said Wak Hendro while holding my palm firmly witnessed by the ruler and relatives and neighbors.

Everyone here fell silent, enjoying the solemnity of the impromptu event.

I took a lot of breaths, trying to muster up the courage that I had determined. This chest was pounding very fast, almost the same as the first time I had said a wedding.

“I received his marriage and the marriage of Dewi Nurhayati bint Hendro Wiyono with her mascawinnya, cash.”

I closed my eyes, waiting for whether or not there would be any legitimate sayings from the people who were here. My chest is pounding more and more unbecoming.