Should We Get Married?

Weddings

The dilemma is whether to continue the marriage or not. As a child, I could not bear to see my father being scolded, especially by someone who had been his friend.

Now everything is getting messy, in addition to getting insulted, you also have to lose your best friend because they decided the friendship I just hope that someday parents mas Bagas can make up with you again. I know very well how uncomfortable the father, their friendship has been established since they were teenagers, even often heard jokes to tell, but fate willed another.

If the incident had not happened to me, maybe our marriage would have been a joyous thing for the father and parents of Bagas because what they had said before materialized. Unfortunately, the situation is different from what they expected so that happiness feels impossible.

Now, the voice of old man Bagas is no longer heard. Just silence. Said mbak Tika they have come home after getting input from RT sir and religious leaders.

Not long heard the voice of the father and Bagas said kabul ijab followed by the legitimate word of the witnesses.

"Alhamdulillah, you are rightfully his wife Bagas, Yu" said Tika with teary eyes. "Mbak did not expect it will be this fast to release his youngest brother mbak. You were married first. MashaAllah, God's destiny is really unpredictable, Yu."

we both hugged with a feeling of harrum. Tears flooded our cheeks. It should be Tika's marriage now, but since I was pregnant first I was the one who preceded Tika's mother.

"Well, Tika .. Why are you guys?" Yuni ma'am went into the room. "Hey, it's Ayu's happy day, no one's crying anymore. The sadness should have ended. We're starting a new leaf." Yuni added.

"Yes. Ma'am Yuni is right. Don't cry anymore Yu." said Tika.

"Well, I won't cry if Tika Ndak cries first." I said.

"Sir is actually very happy when you finally find a priest who InshaAllah will lead you in goodness. Ma'am wishes you happy Yu. She cried just because she felt everything was too sudden. Suddenly I had to give up my sweet youngest sister. After marriage you will be taken by Bagas to Jakarta. We'll split up, we won't sleep one more room. It felt sad." said Tika as she wiped her tears.

"Sir," I came back crying.

"Already have. Mbak knows you must be equally sad about the separation, but Ayu moved to Jakarta, can still be visited often. So no need to worry. Now let's wipe away the tears of the two of you, and then we go out because the groom and all the guests can't wait for our beautiful bride to arrive." Yuni wiped my cheeks.

We both wiped away the tears. True said mbak Yuni, the distance between Jogja and Jakarta is not too far. Only nine hours by train. In fact, if we do not get married, we will still separate because of the plan I will continue my studies in Jakarta.

"Let's get out." Take mbak Yuni. She swiftly took my right hand, while Tika held my left.

With our heads bowed, we continued to step towards a simple table that was decorated as much as possible by mbak Tika and mas Yuda into a table where the marriage contract took place. There was already waiting for Bagas, the man who a few minutes ago had officially become my husband.

"Aamiin aamiin ya Rabbal Alamin." I assure you solemnly. There are many hopes that I now hang on to the man who became my first love.

This marriage, though impromptu and after the calamity that befell me, but I wish it was in line with what we had hoped for together. After the mother's baby is born, I want her to be the husband I've always wanted to be.

We will step together in this marriage.

"Son, I've never felt so ahru like today. I feel happy because you finally got married but I am also sad because the responsibility of the father is now moved to Bagas. As your priest, I always hope that you obey him. Always faithful in joy and sorrow. Respect him as you always respect him. Start this new life with a happy heart." Father's advice while shedding tears.

The father I know is so strong. A strong father who never cried, but finally this day shed tears.

The breakup that will soon occur between us is the cause. Just like Mbak Tika, it turns out that father was not ready.

"Well, please pray for Ayu." My love.

"Yes boy. Promise you'll keep this marriage. Bagas has been kind enough to sincerely marry and accept you as you are. So, no matter what happens, respect him. You understand, don't you, son?" pinta daddy.

"Yes dad. Ayu understand." I promise to obey what you have said. From now on it's my faith, it's the only thing I have to obey.we both hug each other while weeping.

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Just counting the hours, less than twenty-four hours I will leave this house for the first time to a place far enough away for me. I'm going to go follow Bagas mas, we already plan to stay in Jakarta. The plan was to delay college one year until this baby was born. Next year I go to college to pursue my goals.

This house is precious to me. Still remembered when I was a kid, when this house was still a semi-permanent building. Dad did build it gradually and built it himself according to the time you have. Previously I hoped to wake a comfortable palace for my mother, but fate said another, the age of the mother is not long so it can not feel living in this house in a comfortable state.

In this house there are many memories that I cannot forget. Those memories will continue to be sweet memories. When dad taught us three najai. Mas Yuda who likes to give me chocolate gifts secretly for fear of being caught by my father who forbids me to eat chocolate. Mbak Tika who always tried to replace the figure of the mother even though he would not be able to match the mother.

Ma'am Tika used to not like to cook, but after I went on a hunger strike because he did not like the food purchased by his father he finally learned to cook so now Mbak Tika has his own YouTube account.