Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

316. SAH!!!

“SAHH!” another scream made me breathe with relief. It was so leiga that I could not feel it now that I was crying and covered my face with both palms.

“Happy Hilman,” said the ruler to me, as well as Mr. Rt and other neighbors, there was Ani and her husband also there who participated as witnesses to the union of me and Dewi.

Dewi accompanied by her mother, with a long hood and a very beautiful robe, now walked out of her room. He was sitting next to me. I was stunned, his face was different from the one before. Now it looks bright and glowing.

“Cium first dong bride,” said pak penghulu talk to us. Embarrassedly, we faced each other and the Goddess welcomed my hand, slowly carrying it on the end of her pointed nose. I was moved, immediately returning to tears. Not ashamed of being seen by others, this is my happy form with what happened.

“Sun forehead, dong! The old one yes, the HP is slow because!” the voice that I was familiar with, was very crybaby and had made the others cheer with excitement. Ani laughed along with the others.

I approached as Dewi kissed the back of my hand, slowly kissing her headscarf-covered forehead.

“Cieeee!” I heard cheers from other guests. For only two seconds I kissed the Goddess' forehead, knowing that she was uncomfortable being seen by so many people like this that her hands felt so cold in my palms.

We turned to the parents. Mother Goddess cried bitterly, while my mother was still silent and looked a little shocked maybe with this impromptu marriage.

Mr. Penghulu pulled out a piece of paper, proof that we were officially married religiously. “After this you can take care of the wedding in a country, yes. Let's have strong evidence that you are a legitimate husband and wife in the eyes of law and religion.” Mr. Penghulu then gave advice to both of us, about the household life that we will face later, like melikan, all existing household problems and how to solve the problem.

I, even though this is my third marriage, but it feels very justified with the jokes uttered by the ruler just now. All problems should always be well discussed, not necessarily with emotion.

“Hilman, now you are officially the husband of the Goddess. I ask you to lead the Goddess to the right path, guide her prayers, guide her faith, seek the good riddho of Allah. Make Goddess a righteous wife ...” I nodded and quietly listened solemnly to the long advice of my father. 

The event was over, but some neighbors chose to stay a little longer here to chat with the owner. Wak Hendro ..em, I mean Mr. Hendro, who is now my father-in-law accompanied them to chat with us. While the mother along with the mother Goddess. Vita stole the attention of my mother-in-law, by indirectly having a granddaughter who was already big. The Goddess does not need to labor to get pregnant and give birth, I have brought her a child.

Remember that time when Hana was pregnant very tired. Eat this and it does not want, this work can not, the work is not willing, there is nausea vomiting continuously, and there is nausea, vomiting continuously, until the birth of Vita also Hana had fainted due to fatigue when removing Vita, I had thought Hana would not survive because the doctor had said resigned with Hana, decided to have a cesarean if the vacuum could not help with Vita's birth.

“Brides in the room only there. No need to stand outside,” said one of the neighbors in a seductive tone. I'm being embarrassed.

“Open fasting after more than two years. Meningan later tonight mattress title below,” said one of the others.

“Why?” ask the others.

“Already ah, just want to go home. The old bride also needs a donkey,” said one of the neighbors then rose from her seat, approached the father and shook hands, as well as to me. Some others are the same, choosing to go back to their homes.

Mothers are the same, on the grounds of wanting ‘boboin’ children, do not know which child, whether a small child or a child who made it. They are one by one because it is also night.

“Bu Widia sleeps here only, so it's crowded,” said my mother-in-law asked. Mom looks a little uncomfortable, but finally agrees to sleep in this house tonight. Together with one sister Dewi who had not graduated from college, they slept in a room together with Vita, while the older brother Dewi and father slept holding a mattress in front of the tv.

“Eh, what are you doing here?” tanya Mas Wahyu, the elder brother of the Goddess, as I sat on the bed of the floor.

“Ikut join, Mas.”

“Loh, loh. How did the Goddess stay alone? New marriage and first night already left, piye anyway?” say father with a head.

“Not good, Sir. Masa Father and Mas Wahyu sleep outside,” I said honestly.

“It's bad if you have a wife but don't sleep together, what else is the first night. Sana wes, not here, later if the wife is angry even loss, sleep outside the same pillow bolsters!” said the father who invited an upset decak from Mas Wahyu.

“Nyindir. Nyindir!” said the man in a dislike tone.

“Eh, who's the mistress. The truth, right? Tell me if you can't conquer Cio's mother. So if you wake up at night, change Baby Keysha's diaper. Don't mollor continue!” he sounded annoyed but then laughed mockingly.

I laughed hearing and seeing the interaction of this father and son, for a long time I did not feel the warmth of a complete family. The stiff father, and the unconcerned brother, made the days I spent at home colorless. This time I'm happy to have a family that is so warm and so close to each other.

“Kok even bengong here, there enter the room. Poor Goddess is waiting,” said the father once again. I nodded and parted to go into the unlocked room.

It feels like this chest is no longer strange when you see the Goddess sitting on the edge of the bed, her clothes are still complete, the long veil is still attached to her head.

“Assalamualaikum,” I say hello. The goddess flinched and slightly moved shifting as I approached.

“Wa-waalaikumusalam,” he replied with a stammer, sounding vibrating tone of voice.