The Faithful Heart

Gathering

That afternoon Hana's house looked more crowded than usual. Many people passed by inside and outside his house.

According to Hana's wishes, the application and wedding will be held simply and in the shortest time. Even Hana and Dewa did not hold a full customary event like most people. Their events only include applications, kabul ijab, and grill.

The messenger officers from WO were busy finishing the decorations for the event to be held in a few hours. The living room and front garden of Hana's house have been conjured up in such a way as to the continuity of the event. Even Hana's father had to give up the vegetable garden on the edge of his house was wiped out and converted into a guarantee where the grilling procession was carried out.

Hana seemed to be pacing back and forth examining the preparation and work of the WO officer whom she had appointed to realize the concept of the event in accordance with her wishes. Although carrying a simple theme, but all the decorations look beautiful to the eye.

Decorations for applications that are in the living room.

Where to get ijab qobul.

Vegetable garden that is transformed into a place for grill procession.

" It's Han, stop like that iron. You are not tired of going back and forth from earlier. Just trust all to the WO team, guaranteed to be in order. They are very reliable in their field, and they are one of the best WOs in the city." said Laura who was careless to see her best friend pacing back and forth in front of her.

" Really?"

" Of course it's true. You see for yourself how their decorations work. Don't worry, God won't just choose WO for your wedding. You better sit here and immediately put on this face mask, so that later in the afternoon your face looks glowing and radiant."

" Should it? Wouldn't my face end up covered with make up? So what's the point of wearing a mask?!" kilah Hana was sitting next to Laura.

" grd, huuuhhh..... It's hard talking to you. I just found a bride like you. The super weird bride that ever existed. All girls will do skin and face care ahead of their wedding. But you? Boro boro care, only told to wear a face mask just do not want. Then don't blame the MUA if until their makeup fails to beautify your face." Laura looks resigned to Hana's indifferent attitude.

" Don't worry, later I will definitely look very beautiful with clothes and makeup. You don't see, how soft and hard is this face of mine? So without any facial treatment I will still be stunning beauty." said Hana jumawa by patting her cheeks.

" Yes.... Whatever you want. Now let me take a break, don't bother. I want to sleep with a mask on, let my face be radiant." Laura breezed into the room to get some rest. It didn't take long for him to be in a dream. Laura did feel very sleepy because of sleep deprivation last night and all day she was with Hana's mother to entertain guests who were present.

Hana approached her mother who was sitting in the living room talking to the neighbors who came to help prepare for the wedding proposal, which actually did not need help because everything was handled by WO, which was already handled by WO, starting from decoration, food, hostess, janitor and so forth. But the neighbors still come with many food ingredients such as sugar, brown sugar, rice, oil and so on. Want to refuse is not possible because it is a tradition in the village if there are neighbors who have a wish then the other neighbors will come crowded by bringing a lot of sembako as a form of harmony together. Even now there are many basic foods that accumulate in the kitchen and family room.

Although from the beginning Hana's parents had told her that her son's wedding would be held simply without a reception, but in fact the neighbors who came were not few.

" Mom, why are so many neighbors coming to bring groceries?" whispered Hana in the ear of her beloved mother.

" That's it, we should respect their sincere intentions. This is all in this village. So we don't want to have to accept." replied Hana's mother by whispering.

" Well.... This is the candidate for the spell, right? Must be deg degan?" seductive one of the mother's mother who was engrossed in sitting on the floor carpeted.

" Yes, it's obviously Yu. Who is the candidate for manten who is not deg degan." timpal one of them.

They are increasingly busy chatting, more precisely tempting bride and groom who is none other than Hana. In fact, not infrequently their chatter increasingly digress to things that smell plus plus. Hana's like a dead flea made. He could only smile full of force.

It is true that the power of mother mother has no opponent. Reply or get angry if you are cursed..... Sabarrrr, sabarrrr.

Hana's face suddenly looks sumringah when a beautiful girl steps into the house.

" Vi....!" exclaims Hana while running towards the sister he has come later. And all eyes now turn to the figure of the girl who just entered the house while groping the suitcase.

" I'm so upset, you've been okay all this time?" Hana hugged her little sister tightly.

" I'm fine Brother, as you can see" Evi said with a deep smile.

" Dear how are you? I miss you very much, son." Hannah's mother brought her second child into her arms.

" I'm healthy Mom. Oh yes I want to take a break first yes, very tired." replied Evi lethargic.

" You didn't see Dad first? Dad's at the side of the house." asked Hana kindly.

" Alright, but after that I want to go to bed because I'm really sleepy and tired."

" Yes, I was there to see Dad first. Let me take your suitcase to the room." Hana takes over Evi's suitcase and takes her to the room.

" Yes, Jeng Dina's son is all pretty like his mother. Maybe it's hereditary time yes." praise the others again.

" Ah, this mother's mother is there." replied Hana's mother with a shy blush.

" Oh please have your food and drinks tasted again while chatting."

They again dissolve in chatter and jokes accompanied by lots of snacks and drinks. And the mother's show was inevitable. They begin to disperse as Hana's mother begins to give her a subtle code that the time for gossiping is over.

The hour hand kept turning, until the expected time came.

Hana's father looks dashing wearing batik combined with black cloth pants and of course a black peci not left on his head, as a characteristic of Javanese Muslims in welcoming important events. And Hana's mother looked beautiful and elegant in a kebaya wrap combined with matching batik cloth with her husband's.

" Well, you look beautiful in these clothes?" whispered Hana's mother asked for praise from her husband.

" Yes beautiful mother." replied Hana's father flatly.

" It's just pretty? Means you weren't pretty all this time?" ketus Hana's mother grumbled.

Basic insensitive, bela belain dandan from earlier use MUA services, awaited the husband does not have the initiative for muji. Cook until it has to be fished, the turn to answer only "yes beautiful mother". Huff. Luckily handsome, so still in love.

" Yes pretty, who said no. Mother is always beautiful under any circumstances." said Hana's father tried to change his words.

Being present.... Almost forgot that Mother should be praised often so not manyun.

" But after I saw her, today I did look amazing. Mother's beauty aura looks ten times more than usual. Mom's clothes and make up are perfect." praise Hana's father again.

" Really?!" hana's mother looks sumringah.

" Dad looks good too."

Congrats.... I am finally a manyun.

Finally, a few minutes later, the accompaniment of the proposal from the groom arrived.

The god walked in the front row flanked by Joseph and his parents. Her lips endlessly continued to sing a happy smile. His face looks very handsome and radiant. Batik shirts that bandage his body can increase the level of ambiance doubled. But behind it tucked a sense of groggy and tension.

Si*al, why is my heart beating so fast. From an ordinary house. Wasn't the one present in this room just Hana's family and my family plus close relatives? But why even deg degan like this.

" Yourselfish..." The god sighed deeply, trying to throw away all his tension.

Relax...rileks. I'll meet Hana soon.

" You are groggy." whispered Yusuf, who had noticed the God, continuing to sigh.

" It's good." God answered honestly.

" Aren't you used to talking in front of important people? Why is it groggy now?"

" I don't know either, but it feels very different." God snorted.

After some welcome and friendly from both sides, it was time to bring the two brides to do the application procession and hand over the handover.

The heart of the God beat back quickly as the figure of his lover entered the room flanked by Laura and Evi next to him. The eyes of the Gods sparkled and widened wide when he looked at the face of Ayu Hana who had been here for a few days very much missed. As if he was reluctant to shift his gaze even to just blink it felt unwilling.

The white kebaya really looks perfect on Hana's body. Hana's appearance really looks elegant, with hair styled with a modern bun model, simple but looks very fitting with her sweet face.

Not only were the Gods bewitched by Hana's appearance. All the eyes present looked amazed. Moreover, Yusuf who incidentally still loves him very much.

" Hana is amazing, tonight she is like an angel." praise the God's mother who asserted Joseph and his father.

" Eh, who's the pretty girl next to Hana? Maybe her sister?" ask the mother God who has never met Evi

" Him...???!" joseph's eyes widened when he recognized the figure standing near Hana.