The Charm of Mas Jaka

Both in the Dark Place

The group of prospective bridegroom has arrived at the residence of Mr. Kades, they were greeted warmly by Mr. Kades and his wife, Mr. Carik and the wife, he said, although Mr. Carik's face looks sour because he was forced by Professor Hartadi.

"Let's go in, please come in." With a friendly Mrs Rosmah, welcome her guests.

Jaka's extended family and friends are welcome to occupy the living room of Mr. Kades' spacious residence, which has been transformed into a venue for an impromptu wedding.

On one side of the room, there is a simple but still elegant guarantee.

"Come, Nak Jaka. Mr. Karyo and I, we're going there" Professor Hartadi said.

Jaka and his parents, led by Professor Hartadi to occupy a chair that has been arranged neatly wrapped around a long table, where the ijab qabul will be held.

Jaka who tonight is wearing a clean white suit, with a black peci perched on his head, looks very charming. His smile that always looked wide, making Jaka's dimples look real and increasingly make the young man's bright face, charming.

"Mom, call Dara. Mr. Penghulu has come" whispered Mr. Gondo in the wife's ear, when he saw the ruler who was about to marry his daughter had just entered the living room.

Miss Rosmah nodded obediently, the graceful lady immediately went inside to call out to the princess.

Seeing Ms. Rosmah enter, Jaka continued to glance towards the wide door that connected the living room and the inner room

Moments later, Dara, led by her mother and Dilla, came out to the living room to sit with her future husband because Mr. Penghulu had prepared at the place.

Netra Jaka sparkled, seeing the beautiful white girl with the matching color hijab, walking towards him. 'Beautiful to you, Neng, ' whispered Jaka inwardly, admiring the beauty of the angel.

Jaka continued to follow Dara's movements, even as his future wife had sat next to him.

While Dara continued to lower her gaze, she did not dare to look to the right side, where the prospective husband was glancing at her.

"Ehm," said Mr. Kades who unraveled Jaka's glance. "Monggo, Mr. Naib. Please begin," pinta Pak Kades.

Penghulu who is in charge of nodding tonight, he then immediately took the mic and said his greetings to start a simple sacral packed event tonight.

One by one the event went smoothly, ranging from the opening, recitation of the holy verses of the Quran, to the sermon delivered by Professor Hartadi.

"Sir Jaka Lelana, is it ready?" ask Mr. Penghulu, while reading the documents of the name of the bride in front of him.

Jaka nodded for sure. "God willing, ready, sir!" resolute reply.

"Well, can we start, yeah." The ruler shook Jaka's hand tightly and then uttered an ijab, to represent the parents of the bride-to-be because Mr. Kades refused to marry his own daughter, citing fear of being mispronounced.

Jaka immediately said qabul with a firm voice, so ijab after spoken. "I accept, the marriage and marriage of Dara Jelita bint Mr. Sugondo Prawiro, with the dowry above, cash."

"Well," the words that Jaka was waiting for were spoken from the two witnesses, Professor Hartadi and Pak Carik Margono, making Jaka and Dara look at each other and then throw each other a relieved smile.

A series of Jaka and Dara's wedding ceremony was over, including the embedding of a wedding ring as a bond between the two of them.

The event then continued with meals and photo sessions.

"I'm the first photo" pinta Joni who wants to take a picture in the middle between Jaka and Dara. Of course Jaka possessively immediately refused.

"He's my wife, Jon. If you want a photo, here next to me," reject Jaka, make Joni's lips cut.

"Marrel!" gerutu Joni, but still want to stand beside Jaka.

Rifa'i and Teddy chuckled, looking at Joni's expression. "Eat it, Jon, don't be a serobot!" ledek Teddy's.

However, when the photographer was about to take a picture of the three of them, Teddy and Rifa'i immediately nyerobot and joined Joni and the two brides. Until the photo session became rowdy because of the messiness of Jaka's friends.

Jaka and Dara could only smile while shaking their heads, watching the third pulah sohibnya.

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After all the guests came home, including Jaka's parents and his three friends, Jaka and Dara immediately packed up.

"Neng Dara ngajak return to mother's house, Mom," replied Jaka politely.

"Why isn't it here, it's night, Jaka?" ask Mr. Kades who is enjoying hot coffee in the family room.

"But Dara was a lunatic at Mas Jaka's house, Dad," said Dara.

"Yes already, but tomorrow morning come back here. There's something you want to talk to Jaka about," replied Mr. Kades as he glanced at Jaka. The old man was now more lenient to Jaka, his carriage was also friendly and authoritative.

Jaka and Dara then greet Dara's parents, before leaving the residence of Dara's parents.

"Peluk mas, Neng," pinta Jaka smiled, as Dara rang a matic motorbike to head to Jaka's house.

Dara who had just sat sweetly sideways, timidly wrapped her hands around her husband's stomach. His hands were trembling, as his chest was pounding violently.

"Are you ready, Neng?" ask Jaka.

"Yes, Mas," replied Dara right in Jaka's ear, making the handsome young man's Roman feather, standing up.

Jaka then immediately drove his wife's matic motorbike, down the already smooth village road to go to his house.

"Mas, how do you turn left?" dara asked when she realized that the direction Jaka took was opposite to the direction of returning home.

"It's the same, Neng. After droning, later in front of continue to snack, until also, right?" reply Jaka, ask.

"But the distance, Mas," protested Dara.

"Let's old, Neng," replied Jaka as he chuckled softly, as his left hand began to stroke the wife's cheek that felt cold in the night wind.

"Mas Jaka mode," grumbled Dara, but with a faint smile. Dara let her husband's hand stroke her cheek, Jaka's wife even began to lean her chin on her husband's shoulder.

"Neng, your cheeks are cold. You're cold, Neng?" jaka asked, tightening Dara's hand to hold her tightly.

"Lumayan, Mas," replied Dara.

Suddenly Jaka stopped his bike, making Dara goosebumps because the place is very quiet. The path taken by Jaka is a road that is rarely passed by people, if the night is like this. Unlike in the morning, this path is the most crowded because this road is the main access to rice fields.

"Mas Jaka what do you want?" dara asked with an uncertain feeling.

"You warm you, Neng," said Jaka, facing straight back to his wife.

Dara, who did not understand the meaning of the husband, was still silent in her seat.

Jaka began to bring his face closer, closer, closer and closer, until the distance of the two only stayed an inch.

Dara can feel the exhale of the husband who hit his skin, feels warm and makes his heart jump more and more unbecoming.

Dara closed her eyes as her husband put his lips together.

'This yes turns out, it feels like it has become a halal couple. Can be both-dua in a dark place, Dara's inner self while smiling in the heart.

The newlyweds were still fondling each other and enjoying the loving warmth. The strange sounds caused by the wind that hit the dry leaves, did not disturb the affection of the two of them at all.

The intimacy of the two of them came to a halt, when a giggling laughter rang out from the direction of the empty land just on their left side.

🌹🌹🌹 connect,,,

uh,, seyem. Lagian Mas Jaka, there are 2 alone ⁇ ️

Best, I want to make a GC, someone wants to join me, huh?

Later the announcement give away Mas Jaka I share in GC. And for every give away, I'll announce it there anyway.