The Father's Choice Husband

Chapter 4

When all the invited guests have arrived, including witnesses invited by you also have attended, the application event was immediately started. I sat down next to my mother, looking for peace there. While Mas Aak, right opposite me, sat between his parents who looked very authoritative at his advanced age. Honestly speaking, I was more pounding when I saw the two old men of Mas Aak, I was worried that I could not be a good son-in-law to them.

Every now and then I look up at the three of them who are obstructed in the middle of the circle that we form. We were just sitting on a mat that was held, because it could fit a lot of people.

Event after event had passed, until finally the core event arrived. Mr. RT hosted the core event, representing Mr., as the host.

"Mas Aak, is willing to accept Mbak Mela along with all the shortcomings of Mbak Mela?" Mr. RT first asked Mas Aak.

"Available, Sir!" Cook answered steadily. My heart trembled when I heard him, would I be as good as him later when questioned?

"Alright, because if the advantages, everyone can definitely accept yes. But not with shortcomings, sometimes people only want to accept their club, but when they know the shortcomings, immediately back down slowly, or do not accept and so on." Mr RT added. All who present mangosteen heard the words of Mr. RT. It is true, am I ready to accept Mas Aak with all its shortcomings? I took a deep breath, again reassuring my heart that was still a little hesitant, until this moment.

"How about, Ma'am Mela? Willing to accept Mas Aak with all its shortcomings?" My turn to be questioned by Mr. RT. I shut up for a moment, making everyone wait for my answer. I looked down deeply and closed my eyes tightly.

"Bismillah, be ready, sir." I said in the end.

"Alhamdulillah." Everyone said it. Makes me creep. I am steadfast, at least I am armed with sincere intentions because of God. May all be spit out by Him.

"Alright, the next event is the giving of rings as a binding sign. To Mbak Mela and Mas Aak, we invite you to advance to the middle, so that all can see clearly. Who wants to capture this moment, please get ready." Mr. RT continues the next event.

In my heart I wondered, why would Mas Aak himself put a ring on my finger? Why not represent her mother, or her sister? O Allah, I can sin this, touching before halal. Though I've been trying desperately all this time to keep my skin from touching men who are not my mahrom.

"Mom! I'm the one who's moving forward!" I whispered to my mother.

"It can't be, you're the one who's proposed. Not mom. Uda, there's a spit forward! Hunt more night, pity the guest, will you go home later?" Mom nudged my arm, telling me to follow immediately what Mr. RT ordered. By force, I finally advanced, as did Mas Aak. He came forward with a heart-shaped red box, I believe it contained a ring.

"Mas, I wear my own ring, yes!" Whisper me to Mas Aak, the first word I said directly to him. For some reason, my heart is really pounding. Have I started falling in love? I don't know.

"Well? Time to wear it yourself?" Cook Aak of course will not just grant my request which is ridiculous.

"Please, Cook the Aak! The ring is worn to the ring finger of Mala's left hand." Mr. RT again gave the order, seeing the two of us who did not immediately do what was ordered earlier.

"Good, Sir!" Mas Aak replied loudly, he seems to have been very steady with this decision.

"here! Where's hand?"

"Don't touch it, Mom!" I told Mas Aak before he touched my hand.

"Yes, yeah. I get it, I get it." Cook Aak immediately put the ring to my finger, although it did not enter perfectly, at least the moment of wearing the ring was documented.

"A big round of applause!" Mr. RT clapped first, followed by the others. I immediately pulled out my hand, then fixed the ring myself. I wonder why it fits. Though Mas Aak had never asked before the size of my ring, nor had he ever seen my finger directly. Let alone fingers, meet face to face never. But, why does it fit like this? Is this what you call a soul mate?

"Alright, the core event has been implemented yes, with this means that Ma'am Mela is already bound by Mas Aak. So you cannot accept applications from others, unless there is a prior agreement to cancel these applications." Mr. RT told us. I just nodded, I already knew about this.

The next event determines the day and date of the wedding. Until it was decided we would both be married in two months. A fairly short time seems to be, considering there must be a lot to be prepared. But for the good of both of us, so as not to be slandered, if the distance of the application and marriage is too long. Also minimize the usual temptations approaching the bride.

Oh, oh, how else. My father and my future father-in-law agreed with that, so I could only go along. Moreover, I am only a follower using parental funds, so the important thing is that they are ready. I just need to prepare other things such as administration, bridal makeup and others. The problem of places, dishes and things that are large, let the Father handle it.

After the core event was over, we all enjoyed the dishes prepared by the neighbors who helped with the event, while being friendly, chatting for those who wanted to chat. But I don't talk, I'm still busy with my own thoughts. Still not expecting, everything went very fast and suddenly.

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After the guests came home, Mothers and neighbors eagerly dismantled the shipment brought by the Mas Aak family. The delivery in the form of food, immediately dismantled and distributed to neighbors who helped prepare this application event. While the delivery in the form of goods, still left alone. They dare not break it.

"Mom, this can be dismantled as well? What else to wear tomorrow if it's wedding?" I asked my mother, I don't know about this.

"That's for you, Mel. Yes it is up to you. It is better if it is used immediately, so it is useful. If only they were created for what? Mubadzir, right?"

"Yes too." I'm mangosteen.

"After all, tomorrow if it's the wedding day, they must bring it again. Macems. More of this, Mel. It's impossible to wear one here. Time to be asked again, trus brought here again? It's not possible, is it?" Mother added.

"Yes, too, Mom."

I started unpacking the shipments that were wearing sizes. Witnessed by the neighbors who still did not come home, I tried one by one the clothes given by Mas Aak.

"Well! That's perfect, Mel! Same with you!" The neighbors commented, seeing me wearing a robe, complete with a wide headscarf.

"Alhamdulillah, Mas Aak know my taste." I sat up, my smile expanding. There is hope, everything will be fine in the future.