The Crown

Last hug

Chana and Sakya are very happy while on their way to her grandfather. The promise to visit is always delayed because of the many things that happen.

Today we all including Fateeh went to visit. Not just visiting, but we will pick Papa home to take care of Fateeh's wedding.

Once there, we were greeted by the owner. Talk pleasantries, after that to Papa's room.

"I was only a moment because I was going to take care of my youngest son's wedding. When I'm done I'll be here soon."

"Ready, Bro! Be careful on the road, good luck getting here again."

While the other friend coolly chatted with Sakya and Chana.

"Come, Pah." I took Papa Indra's hand.

The hand that was once strong now feels different. It felt like the powerful energy was fading. Skin that was once smooth and smooth now feels sagging and wrinkled.

I realized one thing, that Papa was getting old. I looked up and saw the gray hair filling his head. The face that always looks firm now looks more shady.

His steps were no longer as steady as before. The steps are slow and very careful.

Something is certain that I am also getting older now. Having two grown children, a way of thinking that is no longer spoiled and whining at someone.

We are all on the finish line of life. The closer, then our body will feel tired and run out of energy.

"What's wrong?" ask Papa who realized that I was watching him.

"Is papa old?"

"But it still looks handsome." I leaned my head against Papa's arm.

"The daughter's first love was her father. Does that happen to you?"

"of course. If Papa doesn't marry Mama, I'll be Papa's wife."

"Ngaco just you." Papa is shaking my head gently. We laughed too.

Who doesn't fall for Papa Indra? An established male who has a firm yet very gentle and considerate personality.

Today we will do feating clothes, then meet the hotel as well as taste the food that will be used as a dish at the event later.

"How's the office doing?" asked Papa when he and I were taking a dessert to taste.

"Still in the process of recovery, Pah. Sorry, yeah, the office lost because it got finality."

"It's not your fault. What about Alea? Why don't you punish him or report him to the police?"

"Arzhan being mine is enough, Pah."

Papa Indra nodded steadily.

"Papa will teach them a little lesson, but you take it easy, just a little."

"Pah .. don't take revenge, ah. Not good."

"Not revenge, punishment for the person to change and be willing to realize his mistake is mandatory, Iksia. Papa if the intention is revenge, it might have been a long time ago. Papa just wants them to get caught and don't do any more evil."

"How?"

"Later you know for yourself. Now you just taste this."

"Mas, this one please don't be too sweet. If you can decorate the chocolate on it that is a bit bitter, let's not be too tired."

"Oh, yes. We'll fix it later."

"This same, the paste is a little too mushy."

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you mom and dad, I hope everything goes well until the next day."

"Aamiin's."

The week leading up to H is the day

the most energy draining. Not because it prepares the event because it has been submitted to the WO, but because it faces the Papa family.

They felt neglected because it was considered that we planned this wedding without discussing with them.

"Indeed, if this were discussed, what would om and Auntie all fox? What building? The food? or what? Is there anything that does not suit your taste? But isn't this the marriage of Fateeh and Khadijah, who themselves have a big hand in their own marriage."

"We are a nuclear family, different from you. After all we are time elders not considered at all?"

"Iksia has called many times, has even sent materials to make family clothes. What's your response?" ask Papa.

They're silent.

"Stop cornering my wife. Your fault is too rotten to Iksia, now all your faults are just left to Iksia? Just be right. Confessing to the elder but only his age."

No one commented anymore. Arzhan and Papa are right. Many times I and the others called to discuss, they said they wouldn't come if I was there.

Even the best clothing materials they consider cheap materials. They didn't even sew it up, and now that the party was about to arrive they blamed me for not giving you uniform.

"By not reducing respect, please come to Fateeh's wedding, if that's not your thing. My decision will not change. Iksia is still my son and cannot be denied by anyone."

Not much to say anymore, Papa Indra immediately left us all. Followed by Fateeh and Arzhan who were embracing me into the room.

Day H arrives. We, the family who ended up attending Fateeh's wedding, got out of the hotel room after getting dressed. A total of 100 rooms were rented to accommodate guests from afar.

"I accept Khadijah Salamah bin Muhammad Alaydrus' marriage with a dowry of 150 million and a set of diamonds paid in cash."

"Huh?"

"Well!"

"Goddessa ...."

Of all the wedding arrangements, now it's the turn of the sungkeman. Fateeh wept at Papa's feet, and I sat at the side in Mama's place.

It would be unethical for me to sit on the chair while Fateeh kneels to me. That's why I turned the position, Fateeh sitting on the chair.

I looked into his eyes long enough. After this he will belong to Khadijah completely and me, me and Fateeh will have a considerable distance after this.

"Sir .. thanks for everything. For the affection and all the kindness that you gave me. Although there is no blood bond between us, but brother behaves more than older siblings in this world. If after this there will be a lot of changes going on, then it's just a physical limit, not with our heart right?" I said stammeredly because holding back that cry was so difficult, I was even claustrophobic about it.

Fateeh nodded with tears in his eyes. We hold each other tight. Strengthen each other.

He who could no longer hold back the soundless cries finally burst onto the floor. He sat in front of me crying.

"So, I'm sorry if I haven't been able to take good care of you, Deck."

I'm nodding.

For the last time I let Fateeh hug me even though Khadijah's gaze had signaled that we didn't.

Just this once, let me hug my brother. If this is a sin, I beg God for forgiveness.