Stuck in Matchmaking

Ektra part 3 (Surprising qobul pilgrimage)

"Aura mas is so different today, what is it?" khansa asked who propped up her chin in front of Setya. Khansa is currently in the office in Setya's room. They just finished a meeting.

"How different is Sa?"

"Okaya, kayak again nanggung load tons of it. Is there something bad that happened to you, or has something to do with the matchmaking of Aunt Ami?"

Hearing Khansa's words that were long and wide, Setya's eyes suddenly glanced at the woman sitting across from him.

"You know Sa, the woman I'm about to marry" Setya asked as she leaned over, so her chest almost stuck to the side of the table.

"Didn't know?"

"No Sa, ask my mom, she can't see because she said again on the pingit"

"So you don't know what your wife is like?" ask Khansa pretend.

Setya shook his head as he threw his back on the back of the chair.

"If you don't know what a candidate looks like, why not refuse?"

"The driver is that, but mama threatened to leave the house if mas nolak"

"Yes, if you accept it, the choice of parents is usually right, right?"

"If the parents' choice is right, then Gina?"

"Gina is the choice of Rendi is not the choice of Aunt Ami. I'm out first, aren't I?" khansa said as he rose. "There's still a lot of work"

When Khansa was about to turn around, Setya quickly prevented her.

"Sa?" call Setya.

"Yes?"

"You really don't know the future wife?"

"I know, but he's on the same pingit again, can't see his face"

"Is his name at least Sa?"

"Oh can't, later mas seacrh on the facebook page, keep the girl's name appears, it's bad"

"Ah you, that's a tradition of what try"

"It's a tradition from the women's side, because, he said if he saw his face, how would it be?"

"How about, how?" ask Setya.

"Haiiisss, maybe the first night, would be mas's girl, different would be the same the first night fit Gina"

"It looks like you're the weirdest shadow"

"Hehehe" Khansa grimaced. "Turn back to the room first mas" he continued and then moved.

In his solitude, Setya again imagined the face of Anya who would soon be married.

"Fortunate her future husband Anya, beautiful smart, hijab anyway" muttered Setya.

"Ahh why am I so stupid, do not express my feelings from the past, now all just a memory, I will get married, he will get married"

****

Already one week Anya is in her hometown, that means, one more week her status will change. She's gonna be a wife of a man who doesn't know what she looks like.

"Look at the picture, ma'am"

"But can't nduk, pamali. You're again in pingit. Bride, if again in pingit ndak can, meet, ndak can phone-telfon, what else see the photo, Gak ilok nduk, nurut same mother, understand?"

"Ish the mother, the time to marry does not know what her future husband is like, which is true" Anya grumbled as she chirped.

"Prophe, after Ijab, you can be satisfied to see your husband, can be satisfied to finish your time from morning to morning again"

"But if I don't love, can't ma'am"

"Love begins to grow slowly, like your mother and father, but because we are often together, we love each other"

"That was old times ma'am"

"Wes no need to protest continuously, anyway you obey the same mother and father"

Taking a deep breath, Anya exhaled it resignedly.

Mr. Setya, get me out of here. Huufttt hopefully tomorrow there's a miracle. Suddenly when my future husband wanted to say qobul, Mr. Setya came to cancel our marriage, kayak in tivi-tivi.

Haaiyiss.. The impossible!

Ita, Anya kangen Ita many, kangen same papah Ita also many-many. Ish ish ish, think about what I am"

Wait.inner Anya.

He said there was a wedding, why was there no preparation at all? Should be asked to mother.

Anya who was slicing onions, she stopped temporarily and then came out of the kitchen area to look for the mother.

"Mom" called him as he passed by in the living room.

"What else is nduk?"

"Say I want a wedding, but I don't want anything"

"Jab qobul only nduk, the recipe will be in Jakarta"

"Well, Jakarta?"

"Yes, why?"

"Kok in Jakarta?" enya asked wince.

"Your husband will work there, this is a request from the family of your future husband as well, here we will only have ijab qobul ba'da maghrib, after it is legal, here we will only have ijab qobul, we'll have dinner with the family later"

"No invitation, ma'am?"

"Nothing, just bringing in the groom and his family, the guardian, the witness, and the guardian"

"Now that"

"You were the constant protest from earlier. Now I ask you to be quiet, everything has been arranged by the father of the mother, and the family of your future husband. One more" said Mother ferociously "don't wonder what your future husband's face will look like. Again, mom said. YOU'RE AGAIN ON THE PINGIT. UNDERSTAND THAT!!

"Don't understand" Anya replied timidly. Unknowingly his lips pursed the two hands together.

Unbeknownst to Anya, the mother giggled at the expression of her daughter.

****

The day has changed until today. Setya's family has been in Semarang since yesterday.

Tonight after Maghrib, Setya will perform Ijab qobul in Anya's house, Setya still does not realize if his future wife is Anya, the girl he has been trying since helping him dismantle the crime of Rendi and his ex-wife.

And from yesterday until tonight, Rudito's family stayed at a star hotel in the city of Semarang.

Setya who is already in makeup like a groom, many times grunt slowly, want to run away from here and if possible, he said, he was eager to go to the woman's house and cancel her wedding which will also be carried out in these weeks.

Setya and his entourage are now in Anya's house. While Anya was still hidden in the room until Setya finished reciting the qobul ijab, and the legitimate word came out of the mouths of the witnesses.

Such is the tradition in Anya village. The bride will be in the room, until the groom says the oath in front of the guardian and the guardian, only then will the bride be brought out and will be paired with the groom.

"Are you ready, Setya?" ask penghulu.

"Everybody is not ready sir" he replied unconsciously, making Ami who sat behind Setya menoel waist.

Seconds later, Setya looked back. "Mama, that's right, even I don't know what my future wife's name is, but I want to know so I can practice qobul first"

Hearing the son's words, Ami immediately threw a sharp look at him. "Later also taught by the predecessor, you've never been, just change the name of Gina with the name of your future wife"

"We started yes son Setya" said the pengulu cut his conversation with the mama who whispered.

"Yes sir" he replied lethargic and resigned.

"Okay, let's start" replied the ruler. "The bride's guardian is ready?"

"God willing, sir"

"Bissmilbornrahmaanirrahiim,

"Brother of Lasetya Arif Firdaus, son of the late Ghani Firdaus, I marry you and I entreat you with your proposal, Sauamfrom Anya Larasati Devi_"

"Huh?" cut Setya. His voice was very loud because his left hand held the microphone he pointed right in front of his mouth, while his right hand shook Mr. Ismail's hand. Making Penghulu and the others surprised to mix astonished.

Setya's gaze that had been lowered, now looked up a little as soon as he heard the name Anyalah mentioned.

Khansa who had the idea actually giggled amusedly watching Setya's response.

"His?" setya asked with a reddened face, and a heart that was almost out of place.

The ruler looked at Setya and Ismail in turn. Certainly with a confused look

While Anya was in the room, she was still drifting with daydreams about Setya. So he did not hear clearly when the long name Setya was mentioned by his father.

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want to add more parts tonight??