The Cost of Trust

Part 157's

Our group was greeted by representatives of the Mika family. I don't know why I kept sneezing.

"You have the flu deck?", asked Aziz. I shook my head slowly.

"Maybe the AC was too cold" I replied.

"But you have a disposable mask?", asked Aziz again.

"There is a mas!", I took out my mask from inside my small bag.

Prokes jagan forgot ya gaes....!!!

Fai walked in the middle between his umi and his brother. Her handsome face looks grim, unlike brides in general.

Aziz and I walked behind Dadan and Imah who were carrying Diaz. Hayu takes care of the two active boys, Faiz and Farhan. Behind him there are still some relatives of Abah and Umi.

Near the entrance, Om Stevan and Damar stand side by side. They become representatives of the Mika family. While passing them, Hayu put on a face as if he did not know them.

The decoration of this wedding event is even much simpler compared to yesterday's application event. Small and minimalist but elegant looking decoration, standing firmly near the terrace of the mika house. The Sundanese outdoor concept looks so beautiful and spoils the eye even though it looks simple.

There, um Umar was waiting for the arrival of the Rifai family. After making small talk and giving presentations and welcoming events, now comes the time of the long-awaited event.

Mas Fai looked at me as if asking me to convince him that this must happen. My face behind the mask doesn't make her forget it's me.

Fai's right hand shakes hands with Umar in accompanied by pak pengulu.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim, before we start this program let us read sholawat to our lord prophet Muhammad Saw together."

After that, the two read two sentences of the creed.

"Ananda Ahmad Rifai Sulaiman Al Munawar Bin Sulaiman Al Munawar, I married and married my daughter Mikayla Hanum Al Umar Abdullah bint Umar Abdullah with a dowry of a set of prayer instruments and gold jewelry weighing one hundred and fifty grams in cash."

Mas Fai looks to take a deep breath and looks he tightened his hand grip in the hands of om Umar.

"I accepted her marriage and marriage." her words stopped.

Mas Fai seemed to be sighing. Abah who was beside Fai tried to strengthen Fai while patting him on the shoulder.

"Come on, bismillah! You definitely can. Let's try one more time."

While in the second-floor room, Mika who was accompanied by selly, her mother looked agitated. The girl felt uncertain.

Selly rubbed her daughter's shoulder. Convince Mika that everything will go smoothly. Waiting for someone to ask them to come down.

Back to the bottom floor....

"Fai, can we repeat it again?", Umar asked Fai. Fai looks very nervous.

Aziz whispered softly to me.

"Dek, can you get close to Fai? I want to encourage him. Let the spirit recite its kabul ijab!"

I nodded too.

With a confident move, Aziz approached Rifai.

"You can definitely Fai, the fight will start after this!", whispered Aziz. Fai looked at his best friend who was none other than the husband of the person he loved so much.

"I'm groggy Ziz!", whispered Fai.

"Remember, what I whispered to Lo yesterday!", Aziz asserted.

What does Aziz whisper?????So curious!

Aziz intended to retreat from where he was sitting. But Abah prevented him, asking him to sit next to Abah. Finally, Aziz followed Abah's orders.

"We repeat yes mas Rifai?", asked pak penghulu.

Fai nodded too.

Bismillah.in Fai.

"Ananda Ahmad Rifai Sulaiman Al Munawar Bin Sulaiman Al Munawar I marry and marry my daughter Mikayla Hanum Al Umar Abdullah bint Umar Abdullah with a dowry of a set of prayer tools and gold weighing one hundred and fifty gram in paid cash!"

Rifai breathed deeply. And this time, with one breath Rifai recited the sacred sentence.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Mikayla Hanum Al Umar Abdullah bint Umar Abdullah with the dowry paid in cash."

"How are the witnesses, SAH???!!", asked the ruler.

SAH!!!!!

That one word echoed throughout the room. I don't know why without realizing that my tears were dripping. Same with Fai. Fai hugged my husband. She cried? Mas Fai was crying happily or....??

I quickly wiped my tears. I'm afraid if Aziz sees me crying, he'll think no. But it turns out I was wrong.

Hayu clasped my slightly shaken shoulders. What is this feeling exactly?

In that corner, a beautiful and graceful woman had just descended from her room towards the table where her husband was. Yes, her husband Mika!

Mika looks very beautiful, occasionally her face is smiling. After Mika sat down with Mas Fai, Aziz came back to me.

Ma'am Hayu still grabbed my shoulder.

"It all says Dian...! We just need to run it! All the hardships we've been through are valuable lessons for our lives to come."

I looked into Hayu's shady eyes. That little face looks very motherly. Giving advice when others are down, receiving advice if otherwise.

"Yes mad! God willing, I am sincere!"

Hayu's mother chose to step back a little when Aziz came to me.

After we both sat down, I saw Mika shaking Fai's hand with reverence. Fai kissed Mika, his wife. After that, they signed the marriage book and other documents.

I lowered my head when Julian just sent me a message.

"Mas notice, you're busy with your phone deck?" whispered Aziz slowly.

I showed the contents of my conversation with Julian without answering a word. I was only afraid that my voice would be heard holding back my cries.

"Oh, yes, I have. Diaz is okay, right? When they're done, we'll take pictures?!", Aziz said. What say? The photographs? I have to pose with the bride?

"Daddy...!"

"Eh, yes, mas. Aye." Yeah."

Aziz walked away from where I was sitting. Joining Dadan and Imah.

"Mbak Dian is very busy with her mobile phone?", asked Imah.

"Again the same business as his assistant in the office."

It just nodded.

I looked back at the couple of brides. My mouth could have easily said that I have no more feelings for my husband. But in reality, my heart was like a thorn when the sacred sentence was spoken by mas Fai.

You are such a hypocrite Dian! My own inner.

My mind drifted back with our memories of that time. Memories between me and Mas Fai.

"In, if we were married later, which place or area would you like to visit with me?", asked Fai while hugging me from behind. We were both sitting on the footing of my boarding terrace.

"Do you know?!"

"Not knowing?"

"Yes, wherever you're from I'm happy!"

Mas Fai squeezed my nose.

"Where's that tombal learning from?"

"From you is the mas!"

"Let's shut up and close our eyes. Once ready, we mention the name of the area we will visit together!!"

"okay!" sahutku brief.

We were both silent for a few minutes. Until we both said the place.

"Bali!!", we said compactly.

I also twisted my body so that I could see the face of Mas Fai.

"Kok the same mas?",tanyaku.

"Where do you know, baby. Em...maybe this is the name of Sehati ya Di!"

Mas Fai covered his hands in my face.

"We will go there together!" said Fai Lirih.

Our eyes clashed with each other, and after that a gentle ci*man ensued.

Ahhh!!! I rubbed my face rough. Why should I remember such a small thing! That incident has been a long time. And.and.it will never be possible.

*****

Well Lo????? Can that be, right????

The ocean can be measured, right? Inner heart???

Come on, everybody move on! Your mate in the hands of othor 😆😆😆😆 diligently give advice to mamak so that mamak can develop ideas from you - you guys 🙏🙏🙏