The Father's Choice Husband

Chapter 10

"Yes, come on, hunt up!"

Cook Aak looks very enthusiastic in the front row, leading the group. Maybe it was his dream long ago. Using his favorite vespa on his happy day, with a legitimate person as his wife. But what about me? I can hurt my waist if I have to ride a Vespa whose seat is just a little bit of it. Especially if I wear a wedding dress that is super complicated. If it makes the dress broken how? Dong's compensation? Ow hell! I'm really confused, between realistic, but also sorry for Mas Aak.

Suddenly my mother-in-law was by my side. He may have seen my doubts that I did not ride the Mas Aak motorcycle, after a while.

"Mela's in the car, Ak. Cassian she, the makeup will be broken before it reaches our house. With the wind, with dust. The house does not come to our house. Not funny, right, if it's the event, Mela's makeup is messy?" Joseph gave understanding to Mas Aak, his youngest son.

"Well, but this is Aak's dream from a long time ago, ma'am." Cook Aak looks disappointed, I just saw the first time, it turns out people like Cook Aak can also be disappointed. His face was really clear. It makes me not be.

"Make what, anyway? Create styles in photos? On display at medsos?" Bu Yusuf threw a pretty interesting question.

"Yes, that's cool, Mom. Finally able to boncengin my wife wearing my favorite vespa." Cook Aak is still trying to carry out his wishes.

"Look, you guys take a photo. Bonnets. Your friends also come along, so you can make mementos. After that, Mela let us go to our house by car. Not good either, if it's a spectacle of people? What you think is cool, not necessarily considered similar by others, right? Boncengin wife wear vespa can also after this, if Mela is ready with normal makeup. Wedding dressings are too complicated if used to ride a vespa. Want to sit on her side, afraid her subordinates get into the chain, in addition to her dress can be damaged, you can also be doomed. Want to sit ordinary, really not pantes, not fit the same beautiful dress." Bu Yusuf was still trying to negotiate with Mas Aak with all sorts of plausible explanations.

"Jude, let's take a photo. You won't be in the car, papa." Finally, Mas Aak gave up. It seems he will not win an argument with his mother.

"Well, that's good. Mela is comfortable too. Isn't that right, Mel?"

"Eh, hehe. Yes, Madam. Afraid of back pain too. The seat is narrow, there is no grip as well. If it falls, it's a hassle." I only dared to express my objections, after someone supported me.

"Well, right. Mela also agrees with my mother. It is better to join the car alone, or you also want to join the car is also not a problem. The car is loose now."

"No, Mom. I'm riding the Timmy." Aak called his vespanya Timmy. I held back from laughing at the name of the actual Vespa motor that was suitable, because the vespanya was indeed pink.

"Yaudah, I said to the photographer, along with your friends, make photos together in several places. What matters is not long. Kasian at home is waiting, right."

"Okay, Mom."

Mas Aak immediately changed his plan, he coordinated with his friends, also with the photographer. Finally we both ride the Vespa, even though only for the benefit of documentation.

After all was enough, Mas Aak took me back to the car. I immediately got into the car, while Mas Aak kept driving his vespanya. In the car there was only me, my in-laws, also my sister-in-law. For the first time, I was with them, having legitimately become a new family member to them. I was very lucky, my mother-in-law was very friendly and invited me to chat continuously, so I did not feel confused about what to do and so on.

About twenty minutes later, we finally arrived at my in-laws' house. Apparently there are already many people waiting. Without further ado, I was again put on display in front, with Mas Aak. My mother's father, also my father-in-law, sat in front of the stage, with the guests.

The event was soon started, various celebrations and so on, as well as the wedding ceremony held at my in-laws' house. Next is still the same as in my house, here is also welcome to eat. I kept refraining from eating first. Soon, if all is done, I thought.

"We're going home, Mel!" He said goodbye to me, after the photo was finished.

"Well, Sir. How'm i?" I panicked for a moment, still unable to adjust if it turned out that this is now my home.

"Yes you stay here, Mel. Your clothes have been brought here as well. Tomorrow, come visit home. But tonight you're starting to get here." My mother followed.

"But, Mum? I'm scared."

"Fear what? It's here now your house too, your family too, Mel. I'm sure everything will be fine. The important thing is that you uphold good manners, as well as in-laws, husbands or brothers-in-law. I'm sure, everyone will love you, as long as you're polite and courteous." My mother told me as I shook her hand.

"Good, Mom. I'll try to be as good as possible, so as not to embarrass you with Mom." I was determined in my heart.

"It has to be, Mel." He supports my good resolve.

My mother and her entourage eventually left my in-laws' house, leaving me alone with people who were fairly new to me. How else would you like? Decision's been made. I should be able to live it.

After the event was over, I rushed to Mas Aak's room which was also my current room. I was just about to take off my hijab, when suddenly the door opened.

"Mas! Don't come here yet!" I glared towards Mas Aak.

"Well, why? Is this my room?" Cook Aak did not heed my ban. He entered the room, closed the door and locked it.

My heart is pounding great. Being in a room with a man I just met. Even though we are now husband and wife, but still, I am still not used to this situation.

"I'm going to change clothes, Mom! Later replace. Go out first, meh!" I tried to drive Mas Aak away, trying to make my heart beat normal again.

"Yaudah, change your clothes, papa! I'm not forbidding." Cook answered casually. She started taking off her clothes, without any discomfort with me in her room.

I turned around and closed my eyes with both hands. I am the one who is ashamed.

"What are you doing, Dek?" The voice of Mas Aak suddenly sounded very close to my ears.

"aaa! Stop, Mum! Stopit! Don't come any closer!"