Tarnished On The Bride's Night

How's the Witness, Sah?

Finally the long-awaited day has arrived. In the morning Alif woke up to the noise of several cars stopping in front of his house and boisterous voices of small children and adults.

It was not wrong to think, they must be his family who had just arrived from Jakarta. Alif immediately washed his face before welcoming their arrival. But unexpectedly, after Alif opened the door, he was surprised by an unexpected arrival.

“Loh, Umi so come, Bah? He said it hurt?” tanya Alif was very happy and immediately hugged her uminya tightly.

“Because you forced,” replied Abah briefly.

“Alif does not force, Bah.” he dodged because it does not mean so.

“But your words yesterday afternoon were like a threat. So Ummu keep trying to come even though it has not recovered.”

“It doesn't taste good, son. If your marriage must be delayed because Umi does not come,” said Umi Ros who is still in his son's arms.

“Pardon Alif, Umi. It's been a hassle.”

“It's okay, Umi's better. Umi also wanted to watch Umi's son get married. Umi is sad if Umi is left alone. Not to mention feeling guilty ...”

“Yes already, we continue to talk inside only. Let's all go in first,” take Abah to all his family. “There's still a little time to just fall asleep.”

“Sleeping chicken yes, Mr. Haji,” another sahut.

“It looks right. The problem is that it's two o'clock now. Liability, Mr. Haji.”

“It's okay, than nothing. He said everything must be grateful,” replied Abah Haikal while lifting Umar who had been flailing, asking to be carried.

“What time is it, Mr Haji?” ask the others.

“Jam eight later we've got there.”

Everyone (no exception) rests while waiting for dawn. Although it is a bit jostling because the house is not large enough to accommodate all the families who come.

After delivering Umi Ros rest in her room, Alif back out of the room. He headed to the kitchen to meet his sister-in-law who had been calling him to ask him something.

“Pans for boiled hot water where? Thermos does not exist as well?” ask Vita. He needed these things to make his son's milk.

“Pans in the closet. If thermos does not have.”

“Why don't you buy it?”

“I have a dispenser. Why I bought that thing. Besides I also have a baby like you.”

“Oh, yes? You were right too,” Vita responded while washing the thing that Alif had just shown. Because everything related to the baby does have to be completely sterile even though he knows the pot looks clean.

“It must be boiled water? Not a dispenser.”

“Iya, should. If I think, if according to others, I don't know. I don't know. Anyway I also want to boil a bottle.”

“Bottle boiled? Fix, you're out of work!” said Alir wonder and do not think out. “Mending boiled meat more delicious.”

“If you don't know better shut up. You are just like your brother. You know just make it! Don't know how to take care of.” Vita grumbled in annoyance.

'Am I equated with him?'

“Eh, by the way about meat, do you have any food?” ask Vita then after turning on the stove.

Alif shakes.

“Food time only you don't have?”

“I rarely eat at home.”

“Begini, yes? A house without women. Food is not there. How are your guests? What do you want to eat?”

“Yes, I ordered-I ordered. Easy right?” alif finally decided.

After contacting someone to bring some food that is some menu in his Bistronya, Vita again invited him to talk. He told her all his grandstands while doing all the preparations before coming to this place. But whatever it was, Alif was grateful that Umi was finally able to be present in their midst. Although he admitted he was still not healthy right.

***

At half-eight, all the Al Fatir family groups headed to the family home of Mr. Hilman Mutasif. Seven car vehicles filled the parking area that was deliberately provided on an empty land next to Dara's house.

At the entrance was waiting for the host and his family to welcome his guests who entered with offerings, immediately souvenirs in each hand. The atmosphere became very crowded.

After the tambana claps are finished, now change back and forth pantun to open the doorstop (according to Betawi custom) because the family comes from there. The boisterous atmosphere was filled with laughter hearing the cuteness of the two people who fought against each other.

“Eh, bushel. Just widowed a few months already got another new one. Totally tokcer tuh the Dara.” whispered the neighbors around the yard of the house who was watching. There are those who while carrying their babies, while trading vegetables and some are deliberately coming to just watch.

“Seng ndi anyway, calone? Kok rame tenan, mobile luxury-luxury. By wong sugeh, po piye?”

(Which one, the candidate? Really great rame. Car's luxurious. What rich people do?)

“Yes, richer that yesterday or the current one?”

“It looks richer now. He said his father had a lot of effort. One of them is tor en trapel.”

“Tor en trapel what?”

“Tourist Travel Bureau that usually deliver holiday tourists abroad, loh. But it can also deliver Umrah pilgrims or Hajj.”

“Wah, great. Later Dara same family can take Hajj every month. Can travel around the world.”

“Well yes, can anyway?” he said stupidly.

“Basic wong ndeso. Makane njai ojo watch Andin wae ngko understand!” everyone was blaming each other.

(Basic of the village. So teach me not to watch Andin continue, let's understand!)

After everyone had a seat, welcome events began to shorten the time.

“In short, the arrival of a large family to the residence of Mr. Hilman Mutasif insyaallah brings a good intention. What is none other than to invite or propose to the daughter of the Father, namely Dara puspita for our son; Alif Noran,” said Abah Haikal without representation.

“One week ago, my son, Alif spoke and told us of his purpose and purpose for interviewing Ananda Dara puspita. Therefore, through this friendship event we intend to bring our children together with the Father's daughter. As a parent who wants his son to get ridho from Allah SWT through marriage. So there is no choice but to fully support and facilitate the intention of our child. With reverence and respect, we ask for the willingness of your daughter to be married by our son, Ananda Alif noran.”

There was a pause just before Abah Haikal added again, “Such as we can convey as Abah from my son Alif. Whatever is the decision for my son and also ananda Dara puspita, that is the best. May the family receive with sincerity and wisdom. I hope my friends will stay awake. So from me, if there is a lack or a word that does not please in the heart, I ask to be diikhlaskan.”

Until shortly afterwards, their views were all fixed on one of the most beautiful and capable figures who had just been removed from hiding, namely Dara. He is welcome to sit in the middle to do the reception.

“Such beauty,” unconsciously such praise escaped from the lips of Alif hard enough so that it managed to invite the attention of many people to cheer crowded.

“Aaa ciyeee ..”.

“Very good he said, Mbak Dara!” the other sahut.

Alif grimaced in embarrassment and instantly wanted to hide his face to the bottom of the ocean. Dara also feels the same way.

A few minutes later, representatives of the Dara family received a welcome from the male family.

Now they have reached the level of questions for the bride-to-be.

“Ananda Dara Puspita, my son?” said Pakde, husband of Bude Naima. He represents Hilman's father who is currently unable to speak clearly. He was just sitting in a wheelchair, watching the event with glittering eyes like holding back a cry.

“This morning there was a man who came to intend to worship you and want to marry you, right?”

"Certainly!” answer everything in a row.

“Is my son, Dara Puspita willing to accept an application from Ananda Alif Noran?”

Someone handed Mike to Dara. Right now, all eyes were on him. Awaiting answers.

Moreover, Dara took a deep breath and prayed for a moment, before she finally replied, “Inshaallah, when Father and Mother approve, Dara received Kak Alif's proposal. And with all my shortcomings, may Allah be pleased with me. Thank you Dad, Mom and all the family ..”

Everyone in the room said hamdalah.

“Thankful. Just now we heard the same answer from my son, Dara, who received a proposal from Ananda Alif Noran. So we as parents can only pray for what has become the good intentions of our children. Thus, we as parents and extended family fully accept applications from Ananda Alif.”

And the next event is the handing over of the ring from Umi Ros to her future daughter-in-law. Next take a picture and then pause for a while to do a deliberation about discussing the kabul ijab that they will do after this.

Pause for about a few minutes, precisely after the stomachs of the guests are filled, both brides; men and women are invited to sit on the board chairs that have been prepared—to then be confirmed in the marriage bond. Shortly after that, the show began.

“Aready, Mas? Mbak Dara?” ask a local Ustaz who will be the ruler to represent Hilman whose condition is not healthy.

“Siap,” answer both simultaneously.

“But after this please be confirmed immediately by country, yes. So that this marriage both by religious law and state law becomes legal. And, this is important for the fulfillment of the rights of the wife and child especially about the division of inheritance, recognition of the status of the child and if there is a problem, the wife has a strong legal basis to sue her husband. But hopefully, our hopes and prayers, may you last until death do you part. So the sakinah family, mawaddah, warrahmah. Aamiin,” they all gave me the last sentence.

“Pardon me, for the dowry please be close,” decreed Sang Penghulu. He prayed his prayers before the two shook hands.

“Bismil was bornrahmaanirrahiim, I married and I have you brother Alif Noran Al Fatir bin father Haikal Al Fatir with Dara Puspita bint Mr. Hilman Mutasif who has resigned guardianship to me, he said, with mascawin in the form of cash worth 32,122,000 paid in cash.”

“I received his marriage and the marriage of Dara Puspita bint Mr. Hilman Mutasif with the mascawin, cash,” Lantang Alif with one breath.

“How's witness? Valid?”

“Sahhh!” answer everything simultaneously.

Dara ventured to look at the man who had just become her husband. And there he found the radiance of Alif's facial expression was very strange. His eyes looked at him in amazement.

“Page first, later continued his views,” reprimand from one of someone resuscitate them. Then continue shaking hands with each other.

“Kiss his forehead, son,” sounds Umi Ros giving a decree. Until then, Alif landed his kiss on Dara's forehead.

Ijab kabul has been completed, continuing the photo handover dowry.

They can see all the families watching happily, especially Umi Ros and also Ms Ratna, the two old women to let out tears because they were so scared.

***

To be contiued.

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