Substitute Priest For Chayra

The Substitute Bride

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Alif and Chayra's wedding reception was held after Isya, at the Albirru hotel. All pairs of eyes stared at the astonished faces of the two very beautiful brides. Both appear to be compatible with a matching colored cloth.

Chayra wore a white syar'i wedding dress with a matching hijab and Alif wore a white suit with a peci that was also in matching colors.

Chayra put on a smile even though her heart was covered in grief because she did not want to look pitiful in front of the invited guests.

The whispers of the guests began to be heard when they realized that the groom sitting on the bridal throne was not Damar but Alif, a substitute priest.

Chayra's ears are hot, her chest is tight. He wanted to run as far away as possible and disappear from the face of all those who chided him.

"Mas Alif, I want to go to the room. Tired," he lamented.

"Mas Alif take you to the room?"

"No, Mas Alif is here. Many guests are to be welcomed. If the bride is not there, who will welcome them?"

Alif published a smile and rubbed the Chayra hijab gently. "Ra, don't worry. 'There's papa, mama, opa, and your oma. If it is still lacking, what if mas Alif asks two people to replace us, sit on the throne of the bride, welcome the guests? Yes, you could say to be a temporary substitute bride. After your fatigue is gone, we're back on this throne." Alif sparks an idea that seems ridiculous.

Chayra chuckles. He was entertained by the ridiculous idea thrown by Alif.

"Indeed, who would Mas Alif ask to replace us, to be a temporary substitute bride?" Chayra folded her lips. He tried to hold back the laughter. I don't know, every time he was with Alif, Chayra felt comfortable and shaded by happiness. Alif always had a way of painting smiles and laughter on Chayra's face.

Alif thought for a moment. He spread his net view across the room. His face sparkled when his sense of sight was fixed on a pair of Adam and Eve who were standing not far from the bride's throne. "Rizqi Maulana Alfathan, son of Ikhsan and ustadzah Nadhira Husein, daughter of ustadz Husein. Incidentally, the clothes they were wearing were matching. Yeah, who knows after replacing our position to be temporary surrogate brides, both of them overtake us." Alif pinched followed by the curvature of his lips that formed a sickle.

Chayra smiled and agreed to Alif's words. "Yes Mas. Mas Rizqi and Ustadzah Nadhira look very harmonious. May they be willing to replace us, huh, Mas."

"Yes Ra, hopefully."

Alif and Chayra came down from the bridal throne to approach Rizqi and Nadhira who were talking. After a moment of pleasantries, Alif asked that the two be willing to take his place and Chayra, sitting on the bridal throne to become a temporary substitute bride.

Rizqi and Nadhira's eye beads are breaking. They refused firmly the request of Alif who seemed ridiculous.

"What the hell are you Lif? Your request is ridiculous. Masa—we have to replace you guys, become a temporary substitute bride. Ogah akh, I do not want to be a substitute bride. He wanted to be a real bride" Rizqi's successful whistle incised a red tinge on Nadhira's cheek.

"Yes already, so a real bride can too. Mumpung his parents haven't come home yet, Mas."

"Tuch there, Mas!" Alif pointed at the object he was referring to by his chin movement.

Rizqi's eyeballs rotated perfectly, her lips wide open as her net gaze caught the object meant by Alif. Apparently, Husein. Abi Nadhira's.

"Where, Mas Rizqi? May I call ustadz Husein?" tanya who was sliced from Alif's lips accompanied by the movement of his eyebrows, up and down.

"Don't. I have not prepared a proper dowry for Dek Nadhira," whispered Rizqi right in Alif's ear.

"So how's nich? Mas Rizqi is willing to help us, right? If Mas Rizqi is willing, Alif promises to help Mas Rizqi to be accepted as the son-in-law of Ustadz Hussein. Not easy, Mas, melt the heart of Ustadz Husein. He is famous for being very selective in choosing prospective daughters-in-law," said Alif while negotiating.

Rizqi seemed to think for a moment. He asked for Nadhira's opinion before confirming Alif's request.

"How, Deck? Deck Nadhira willing 'would accompany mas Rizqi, sit on the throne of the bride to replace their position, become a temporary substitute bride? Poor Alif and Chayra. It seemed, they were already impatient to take in the enjoyment of the world's paradise," he said half in a whisper.

Nadhira smiled shyly. He nodded slowly. "Yes Mas. I am willing to accompany Mas Rizqi to replace Alif and Chayra."

"Alhamdulillah O Allah. Hopefully after being a temporary substitute bride, we become a real bride huh Dek."

"Aamiin, yes, yes, my mother."

Alif and Chayra were relieved. The two walked towards the prepared room after Rizqi and Nadhira positioned themselves on the bridal throne to replace them.

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