TerLove (Love After Wedding)

Thanksgiving event.

Just finished breakfast, there were more mothers who came to the house. But this time not to buy yellow rice, but to help cook and prepare all the necessities for the afternoon celebration. There are also some fathers who participated in the trip.

"Assynolt...."

"Vaalaikumussalam. Let's go in !" greet Anas kindly. "Thank you so much for coming and helping. Have you and your mom had breakfast yet ? If you want, please eat first, it happens that the yellow rice is still quite a lot !"

"We had breakfast at home. Let's go straight to the kitchen." Said one of the mothers.

Some mothers enter the kitchen, some sit on the floor of the living room to cut vegetables and others. While Cantika just gawked to witness the strange event. He moved into the room as the fathers moved the chairs and tables from the living room, towards the courtyard.

"Heyyy, here !" call Cantika to her husband slowly.

"What's up ?"

"This is why so many people, what do they want to do in our homes ?" still whispering.

"They are neighbors who will help to prepare for the celebration later in the afternoon. Here it is common if there are neighbors who hold a celebration or a celebration, neighbors and relatives will definitely come home to help."

"Ehhmm, good too. Your solidarity is so high."

"We are social creatures, in need of each other. Therefore we must help each other !"

Cantika mangosteen, "Keep, what should I help ? I can't cook."

"Just shut up and watch, or talk to the mothers. Or...if you want, just massage my achy body later tonight." Smirks. For the first time the man learned the mode.

Cantika said, "What's sihh ? That's so...!" go into the bedroom.

Anas laughed a little and joined the fathers to arrange the chairs brought from the RW office, to be neatly arranged in the yard of his house.

In the room, Cantika fell on the mattress while playing a mobile phone. A few days later, his father called. He took the call. As usual, Mr. Permana asked about his daughter and daughter-in-law.

"Cantika, where's your husband ?"

"She's busy cleaning up, why ?"

"Ohhh, what's the thanksgiving event so it's held this afternoon ?" back asking.

"Where does papi know ?"

"But had a chat with your husband yesterday."

"Papi has a phone number ?"

"Please...Do you not have any ?"

"Pi, send me the contact dong !" saying slowly.

"So you really don't have one ? You're funny, your husband's time number asked from papi, haha..."

"But thank you, if I can't ask the person directly ?!" He really hoped that his father would obey. Prestigious if you have to ask Anas personally.

"Ok, of course papi will send Anas' number."

After a lot of talking, they ended the conversation on the phone. Not long after, Mr. Permana sent the contact. Cantika smiled after getting what she wanted. "Ok, it's saved. My husband's number."

Evening day arrived.

Everything is ready and neat. The neighbors went back to their homes. Anas is ready with his cocktail outfit, without the scabbard. He approached his wife who was still sleeping on the bed. Wiggling a little of his shoulder. "Cantika, take a quick shower ! There will be a lot of guests coming soon."

***

Cantika is neat with the gamis given her husband. Looks more beautiful and graceful, also calm. According to Anas, this is Cantika's most perfect appearance. He did not even blink when he looked at her.

Cantika blushed in embarrassment knowing that the man was watching her. If my friends squirm, I am definitely bullied. Noraklah, like mother-emaklah.but my man was fascinated by it. Does this dress really fit and make me look beautiful ?

"Didn't I look weird in a gini dress ?"

"Beautiful, very sweet. Perfect."

"May I say no, too, man." Mumbled slowly.

"Heh, what ?"

"Son.you're also a handsome." Down shy.

"Thank you." Nyengir....

Just then behind the door, appeared Mr. Permana and his wife and stepson. They say greetings almost simultaneously. Anas immediately replied and greeted kindly. Cantika just fell silent, staring at them lazily. She was actually happy to see her father there if Bu Sofi and Riri did not come along.

Everyone sits on the carpet that has been laid out. Anas took a drink for them and sat down next to his wife.

"Sorry, this house is too small and may not be comfortable." Anas.

"It's okay, Nas. Don't worry, we're your family too." Mr. Permana smiled kindly.

"Yes, kid. This house although small but very comfortable, clean and that makes you feel at home is the air is still fresh. The people are friendly too." Bu Sofi added.

Start..jurus lick issued ! Pinter is looking for attention. Cantika glared at her stepmother.

"Cantika, how are you ?" ask Sofi ma'am.

"Very happy's...Compared to your time living together, I'd rather stay in this house. More calm and peaceful." Satirize.

Mr. Permana tried to neutralize the atmosphere that began to heat up. "Anas, papi brought a little snack and an envelope for the orphans. Papi also wants to do good in life."

"Thank you very much, papi...." Still stiff call the middle-aged man with the name papi.

Mr. Permana also asked about the face of his daughter-in-law who was bonyok. Anas only said if he got hit by a mistargeted attack.

Shortly after, the guests arrived. The children sat inside the house with Cantika and her family, while the neighbors sat in the courtyard seats of the house. Anas and Mr. Ustadz were on the terrace, sitting next to each other.

The series of events after events takes place solemnly. For the recitation of the holy verse of the Qur'an, performed by Anas. So soft and soothing to those who hear. Cantika even shed tears. Apart from having her heart touched, she also felt proud to have a husband like Anas. He is an amazing man ! There may be only a few in the world.

The event concluded with a prayer led by Mr. Ustadz. All guests return home after getting a parcel from the event owner. The children were inside, queuing for envelopes and food parcels. They all greet Cantika, Anas and his family. All were quietly scattered, leaving the house.

The last guest is Mr. Ustadz, "I pray that your marriage is sadinah, mawaddah and warohmah. I say goodbye, assalamualaikum...."

"Aamiin....."

"Waalaikumussalam," they answered in unison.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Ustadz. Let me drive you forward." Anas. He came back after a while.

Cantika with her husband and family, eating together. After that, Mr. Permana and Bu Sofi and Riri went home. Now there's only one couple in the house.