Special Journey

Episode 46's

Friday morning, the first week of August.

The heart rate is increasingly beating rhythmically.

Irigular. Irregular.

The first floor room sounded like a playground.

Sometimes we hear crying, sometimes laughter.

Ahh really wanted to spend my morning joking with my cousins from the village. Unfortunately... From last night I was not allowed to leave the room, even asking about the atmosphere outside I was not allowed.

This is what they say is pinching?

I don't know, meeting my future husband has never been.

Is that so special the choice of Father and Mother?

Astagfirullah... Why until this moment, - the moment of waiting for ijab - I still hope Haikal is the man?

My second marriage is very different, if my first marriage scratched the wound in my parents' hearts, Mother's father used to be unhappy at this time.

This is God's destiny. Just thankful God still gives a chance to make Daddy and Mommy happy.

It feels so sleepy. Last night I could not sleep well, the shadow of the man who would be my husband today was always disturbing. Sometimes the shadow of Mr. Jepri - the security of the hospital where I worked dulh - was present as a reprint of my future husband.

Haha...

Funny considering the security that was mature enough when teasing me first.

"Don't you know I have a husband? "

"Tau oruh neng, but you are relaxed. Not to make Neng Ifeh bini. That kind of fan you know, who just admires."

Ck ckc... I just shake every pack of Jepri always be on standby to welcome me in front of the hospital gate.

I hope he is always healthy. And get the wife of the world ahirat. He is a widower with two children.

Nine morning.

There is still no sign of the arrival of my future husband and his family. The more nervous the more uncertain my feelings. Afraid of being disappointed as before.

"Breakfast first, son." Mommy comes with a rice tray complete with rendang in his hand.

"you can.tak very." Praise Mother.

"It's still a while, Bun?" anxiety characters blind my face.

"Kc... Patience, another half hour they're coming."

Mother began to insert spoon by spoon the depth of my mouth rice. "ehh... It's the girls both why haven't they changed?" the one asked was smirking.

"Bun... Cook us the decoration heboh gini anyway? We are natural, right? Kayak Afiifa. Here's look... We want to remove the make up first, just natural. The Mbak MUA is nothing at all. Otherwise, the lipstick is changed to natural." Fall Valen's brother, complete with his manyun lips.

"Kc... That's pretty uda. No need to replace!" Mommy thinned out the hand of brother Valen who was ready with micseller water in his hand.

"Blooding. Soon the brides will come." One spoon I'm ready to put in front of my mouth.

"Yes, my sister, that's beautiful. My brother is not confident."

"What's beautiful? Like a clown. Nih lipstick I feel blushing, iss..." With a feeling of annoyance, brother Valen followed my request while still letting the makeup is quite clear on his face. "for you're good." Brother Valen pointed at me.

"Ck ln... Beautiful times You Butet, it suits you to be a bride too. Let me tell you Dad later, let's find a male candidate today. Haha." Sister Ana teases.

"Mother out first, eat breakfast." Mother pointed to two portions of food.

"Thank you, brother, it's a good thing you're here. You guys are the best."

"God! Don't try to cry you well!" Brother Valen threatened me, my tears began to pool, almost filling my eyelids.

"You see, I'm a clown for you." Ck batak this one if the nature of aslinha out, I run.

"Hehehe... I'm just grateful to have you, I don't have many friends."

"Udah... Breakfast is a meal." Kak Ana gave a plate of rice to sister Valen. "Come, Fah. Eaten her breakfast." continued Ana.

"I'm full, brother, you're hunting for food...

"Kok starting to be quiet, huh?"

"It looks like his entourage of men is already on the dateng." Soak Ana with a mouth full of her food.

Just need.

Mr. Saiful's voice began to fill the room, he's the one Dad appointed to be the MC for my marriage.

Mr. Saiful is indeed reliable in this one field, it is common. With a slightly mushy and woody appearance, able to invite the laughter of the guests.

One by one the arrangement of events began, starting from welcoming the brides, carrying the holy verse of the Koran, the word of welcome sounded very clear.

Now it's until the one that makes my chest rise and fall quickly.

"I accept the marriage and the marriage of Khoiratul Afiifah bint Muhammad Zain with the mascavid in cash."

The legitimate voice of the para and alhamdulillah from below clearly.

My tears started unstoppable, flowing like water.

"Afiifa... Don't cry, fade your makeup!" Ma'am Aini wiped my tears slowly. He is the MBA that Mother chose for me. MUA who has no doubt of his ability in this city.

My tears are getting bigger.

"Afiifa... Come on it's been called!" Ana guided me to stand up.

"Yes, Fah. Chivy. Don't want to see your future husband?" keep up Valen.

I'm shaking.

"Yes..." My voice was barely audible calling for the new Mother to come in and approach me.

"Mother... Is that really him?" I looked at Mother's face filled with joy.

Mother shook her head with both hands scooping my face.

"Have not cried, let's hunt down, your husband is waiting!"

My tears are getting more and more unstoppable, "I'm sorry, O God, forgive me for wishing it was her."

Why even after Ijab, I still wish it was Joseph. And the voice was like Joseph's. But I know... It can't be like.

"Sir Aina, please correct my makeup again." I asked the young MUA politely.

"Yes, Bun?" There was a shame in imagining all eyes would be on me.

"Udah, come on hunt. Kasian sir the predecessor waited a long time." Said the Mother who irrigated my steps.

"Bun, Afiifa is ashamed."

"Well, don't you want to cancel his marriage?" gertak Mother.

"Oh my God..." Brother Valen cried hysterically after returning from the door.

"Why brother?" ahh why today is uncertain gini huh? My first marriage didn't have a drama like this. Oh Allah...

"Afiifah Monastery... Kasian your husband waited." shortly after Valen's brother's consciousness recovered.

"So why are you so surprised? Have you seen my husband? The truth is bang Jepri huh brother?"

"Maha..." Brother Valen laughed. I was more confused by the reaction of sister Valen, sister Ana was following me furrowed.

"Who's Jepri?" chirps Mother, "Ah, let's hunt." Mother could not hold back her patience.

With a still uncertain feeling, I was accompanied by Mother, sister Valen and sister Ana began to leave the room.

"Alhamdulillah... Also out the bride." The voice of Mr. Saiful.

One by one I passed the stairs, and I was still not ready to know who the man who was now my husband was. My eyes are straight down.

"Woman, foresight... Look at the camera, let the picture look clear." Again, Mr. Saiful broke my concentration.

"Mother...!" my steps came to a halt when I saw the man sitting in front of Dad in the same shirt as me.

I glanced at Mommy, and replied to the nod of Mother's head. I hugged Mother. No matter who is waiting. No matter the look of everyone.

"Let's go... Go over to your husband." Whisper Mother.

"Afiifa is not strong Bun, Afiifa's feet are not able to step, thank you Mother. Thank you for your chosen husband." I'm still in Mother's arms.

"Already have... We'll finish this process." Mother stretched her embrace.

But sure enough, I couldn't take a step. Especially after seeing the man who had just become my husband smile at me.

***

"Hey, wake up." It feels like a little handsome on my face. Slowly the heat stung in my nose.

"What's this?" I pulled over the thing that made my nose burn. Slow voice.

Astagfirullah... What dream am I? Waking up to see the man in front of me, smiling too.

I pulled her hand off my shoulder, "why are you here?"

"Wake up, drink!" He's still trying to help me wake up.

"Let's drink!"

I try to remember what happened.

"Astagfirulah... Ck." I closed my eyes, took another deep breath.

It felt better after the cold water through my throat.

"Now do you remember?"

Ck... He smiled at me.

I'm nagging.

"What time is it?" my many.

"Two o'clock in the afternoon, do you want to pray first?"

"Hm... "I started to move towards the bathroom. My head feels heavy.

" Astagfirullah. "I just realized I've changed clothes and no longer veiled.

"I'm the one who's changing." As if he knew what I was thinking. "strong?" He holds both my shoulders.

I'm nodding. Oh Allah... Feels awkward, "please get me my hijab." I pointed at the closet.

"I'm alone" I took her hand off after giving her my hijab.

"Father, I'll help you fall" he tried to help me stand up.

"No papa, I'm strong."

"Afiifa..."

Why did it turn so bad anyway?

"I'm not papa, Suf. I-i can. I'll pee, too. I'm gonna take a shower first." I try to stand alone.

"Let me take his shirt, you sit down first." He pushed my body back to sit.

"No... I'm alone." I tried to fight to stand up.

"Do you want me to carry it inside?" Spontaneously I looked at Joseph's face. Our views meet. Soon I threw my face away.

"I can be alone, just for today." Again my tears remember, what else made me cry! I don't know.

Yusuf surrendered, and departed from before me.

I immediately took a change of clothes and cooked in the bathroom.

"Yes Allah... " I looked at my face in the mirror.

I am still recovering my sanity. I could have fainted. Embarrassing feeling.

Why is everyone hiding Joseph's identity from me. Amazingly Joseph also hid this from me.

" Oh Allah... He must have been intentional."

"She's just dumb in there?"

"Astagfirulah... Joseph! You what the fuck? Play nyelonong enter. What if I take a shower?" suddenly Joseph entered.

"So I didn't hear you shower, so I thought something happened. What are you doing in front of that big glass?"

"get out, or I'll take a shower."

"Yes... Don't be excited. Showering. The zuhurnya will be over."

"Yes!"

"The door is not locked from the inside." Shortly before Joseph came out.

"Ck." my decak is erratic.

Tok...

"Oh, what else?" rutukla.

"What's wrong? I've been going to take a shower." I spontaneously showed my clothes were ready to open.

"it's also said don't lock the door...

"Don't show me now take off his shirt."

"Astagfirulah..." I'll close the door immediately.

I rushed to shower. True said Yusuf... Zuhur time is almost over.

I immediately pray. It is not good to pray to be noticed by Yusuf.

Ahh I'm like a virgin who just got married. Wear show shy all.

But, I'm embarrassed, not shy.

One year after my divorce with Haikal, I never even communicated with another man... Other than Joseph. What else now should stay one more room with a man.

I was confused where to start. What is more, my relationship with Joseph was not as good as when there was Kia. We were further away, and now I suddenly found out he was the husband whose identity was kept tight by Father and Mother.

I don't believe we're married. What's more I haven't completed a series of marriages, I haven't signed a marriage license.

I may not usually be aware of my ijab qabulku way. Oh Allah... Just-there's.

Tok...

"Mother... " Joseph opened the door.

"Have she kissed him?" ask Mommy slowly.

"Had Bun, come in. He finished praying."

"Bun.." I approached Mommy, "go to Bun, take a peek in front of the door."

"No papa, just want to see you, already lightened? If you have, get ready to go down again, the dress was already prepared by mbak Aina."

"Mbak Ai's... Here, change clothes Afiifah now yes! Tamunga's kasian was waiting downstairs."

"Yusuf too, hunted. Dimakeup is a little bit like Mbak Ai."

"Bak Ai, please Joseph." Mother is still standing at the door.

"Bun... Speaking of it slowly, her aunt Ai was confused. Anyway Mommy talked it out, come in." My protest.

"Bak Ai, sorry. Wait a minute, I want to talk to my wife." A moment before Aina's father followed Mother's orders.

"Bun... Later if we are ready to go down, Yusuf will talk to Afiifah for a while."

"Don't you go long!" connect Mother.

"Sorry Ai, sorry dad! Ma'am Ai just wait in the guest room for a moment, I want to talk to my wife first, I will call."

Hearing Joseph mention a wife, somehow my heart was so happy. After only a few hours as his wife, I was very happy.

"OKAY. Call me later if you are ready. Don't dawdle. Arrested first, later tonight connect again." Ai's mother passed.

"What are you talking about?" My toot. He followed behind Joseph.

"Aren't you papa?" Ask Yusuf.

"No papa, I don't feel anything anymore, why did I pass out?"

"Cock ask me! Who fainted you!" Joseph shrugged both his shoulders.

"Are you really not papa? Or do we not need a reception? Just wear ordinary clothes. Custom clothes are like heavy, later you are not even strong."

Honestly speaking... Actually, I did not want a reception, just ijab qabul.

"But, you sure you don't have a papa if it's not the reception?" face of Joseph.

"Hmmm... No papa, what matters is that you're comfortable."

"Reception wasn't a priority in my wedding plans, which mattered her qabul, and who she was." Yusuf glanced at me.

"If you're uncomfortable, it's better not to, I don't want to even finger the burden of your mind."

"Like this I'm happy." Joseph smiled faintly.

"Sorry yes! Not to mention that I made you sad, I know, this is your first marriage, you must be the perfect marriage." I bowed listlessly.

"Sir papa, I also know you are not comfortable and may be ashamed of this marriage, I said Ma'am Ai same Mother first yes! You rest a little more." I looked at Joseph's face with a smile. The touch of Joseph's hand on my head seemed to melt all the pain in my past. It was as if I had forgotten the betrayal in my marriage.

"Thank you, yeah."

Joseph just smiled and came out, maybe to say the same Mother and Mother Ai.