Substitute Priest For Chayra

Sakinah Mawadah with You

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The time machine pointed to the number nine night, Chayra still has not opened the net. Patiently Alif stood guard. He sat down by the side of the bed and held the hand of the woman he loved most.

"Da-s." Chayra's soft sound broke the seagrass glass. Alif was stunned, his heart ached when Chayra mentioned the name of his former priest candidate.

"Chayra dear," cried Alif as he rubbed Chayra's cheek gently.

Slowly Chayra opened her eyelids. He was a little surprised as Alif clasped his hands and kissed his knuckles. "Mas Alif?"

"Ra, are you awake?"

Chayra nodded faintly and published a paper-thin smile. "Yes Mas. Actually, what's going on? As Chayra recalls, Chayra was in the bathroom. But why move here, lying in bed?"

Alif chuckled and pulled Chayra's nose. "Basar princess sleeping. You forgot Dek, did you fall asleep in the bathroom?" the answer was joking.

“Ach time anyway, Mas?” tanyanya did not believe.

“Iya Deck. To the extent that the wedding dress you are wearing, is soaking wet.”

Netra Chayra is breaking. His breathing stopped for a moment when he realized, the dress he was wearing had changed with a light blue robe.

“Sorry Ra. Mas Alif lancang change your wet dress," she said feeling bad.

Chayra lowered her head, hiding her cheeks that were adorned with a red hue. He was very embarrassed because Alif had seen his innocent body.

“Ra, you're not angry ‘ right? Mas Alif just don't want you to be sick.” Alif lifted Chayra's chin and stared at the bead of eyes that always made her fall in love.

“Ngak Mas. Chayra was not angry. Just shy –“

“Then why, hmm? We are halal. After all, back when we were kids, we had a bath together ‘kan?”

“Ishhh Mas Alif. ‘Kan different." Chayra thaws and looks away.

“Don't be shy, Honey! Familiarized!” Alif glanced and was greeted with a small pinch from Chayra.

“Awww, Pain Dear.” Alif complained and chuckled.

“What the hell, dear baby? Amused by the horror of Mas,” his protest while pursing his lips.

“Loh ‘kkan you my wife, Ra. So, mas Alif called him ‘Sayang’. Or ... want to be called ‘Bunda’? Let the sweet be like your opa and oma. Abi's father and Mother Kiran,” her god accompanied by eyebrow movements, up and down.

The look on Chayra's face changed. Alif reminded him of Damar. In the past, Damar once said, he would love to call Chayra ‘Bunda’. Surely after they got married.

“Ra, you why?” The sentence that was spoken from Alif's lips resuscitated Chayra who was momentarily immersed in seagrass.

“Chayra not pa-pa Mas. Only miss mama,” kilah. He got out of bed and took his body to the balcony.

The beautiful scenery presented in front, unable to repel the increasingly royal suffering. Flickering lights and twinkling lights of the Night Goddess, as if reluctant to shine light on his dimming world.

“Ra, mas Alif understand what you are feeling. Mas Alif did not promise to be the best priest for you. But, Alif will try. Mas Alif will try to give happiness that is currently taken away. Mas Alif will not let you make friends with grief,” said Alif meant it. He lay his gaze on the look of the moon while folding both hands in front of the chest.

“Sorry Mas. Sorry if our wedding is overburdening Mas Alif. Chayra knows, even very well, Mas Alif considers Chayra as a younger brother. So too ... Chayras. For Chayra, Mas Alif is a very Chayra dear brother figure –“

Chayra's words were striking, incised invisible wounds, until Alif felt the sensation of pain in the heart. Wanting to feel, he revealed the feeling that had been enthroned in the heart. However, his tongue felt like a mute. From the past until this moment, Alif did not have the courage to confess love. He only hugged her because he felt inferior. Alif is conscious, even very conscious.he and Chayra are in different hierarchies. Alif was an orphan adopted by Abimana and Kirana. While Chayra, the grandson of his two adoptive parents who have a treasure. Plus the current state. Shackling circumstances. Although it does not want it, the Divine already wills it so. As a servant, Alif was only able to accept and serve his role with sincerity. Now it is his duty to be a just and wise priest. Make the wife as queen and not a burden.

“Mas, if Mas Alif objected to our relationship, Chayra sincerely became Mas Alif's wife last night. Mas Alif can turn Chayra,” he continued followed by heavy breathing.

Alif rotates the body. He grabbed Chayra's arm and twisted his wife's body until the two faced each other.

He stared at the net which emitted a twinkle of rigor with a gaze which implied meaning.

“Ra, mas Alif is not at all burdened with our marriage. Mas Alif also does not mind the relationship between us. Alif is the one who should apologise. Sorry to have been presumptuous to marry you, even though mas Alif realized .. we are different. Mas Alif is just an orphan, while you are the Princess, grandson—both adoptive parents mas Alif. Mas Alif is not like Damar, a handsome young man who has treasures and thrones,” said Alif held back a sense of tightness and staggering lara.

“Mas, don't talk like that anymore! We're the same, Mas. All creation of God is the same. There was nothing different in his vision. The only difference is faith and superstition. Chayra doesn't like every Mas Alif to say that we are different just because Mas Alif adopted opa and oma. Chayra really doesn't like.” Chayra's lips trembled, her eyes bead framed with dew.

“Sorry Ra –“.

Chayra splashed into Alif's arms. It spills out all the flavors and burdens that force the water points to flow from the clear well.

The hand that was originally dangling was lifted to return Chayra's embrace. Then he showered the head of his halal lover with a kiss.

“Ayunda Chayra Putri, we start a relationship that is established on this ridho and halal with Bismillah. May our home be filled with happiness. Sakinah, mawadah with you."

Chayra nodded and further immersed her face in the chest of the field which made her feel comfortable.

The smile of the Goddess of the Night and the chanting of the sky accompanied the love story of Alif and Chayra.

Whatever test of love that will be greeted later, hopefully both are able to keep tightening the grip ....

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