The Father's Choice Husband

Chapter 8

"Well, yeah take a shower, Mom! Let's go, so you can concentrate. It looks better too, right? There's still time. Shower first, papa. While waiting for Ma'am to finish makeup and wear dresses all over." Fortunately, Ma'am Yuli wants to remind Mas Aak.

I myself held the crap in my chest. I can't comment anymore. I smell cigarettes. Masa Aak had just smoked. That's why it's not long to be here.

"Oh, jeez, if so. I take a shower, Ma'am. Ask for water to go to the kitchen." Mas Aak breezed away with relaxed steps.

"Where is her future husband, Ma'am. Do you want to be a bride not to shower first?" Ma'am Yuli smiled, making me feel bad for Mbak Yuli as well as the same Mas Aak.

"No idea, Ma'am. Sometimes I like to bumble like that." I sing my lips that have been smeared with light-colored lipstick.

"Yes no longer papa, is it. Luckily I took a shower, yeah."

"Yes, Mommy." I nodded clumsily.

"Change the dress first, Ma'am? Over where? In here?" Ma'am Yuli looked around, this room is quite open. If you wear it to change clothes, it would be embarrassing.

"In the room, Ma'am. The dress is there."

"Jude, come!"

Ma'am Yuli got up from sitting in the small chair she was using earlier. I followed him too. I walked first, to the room of Nur who is now also being prepared. Ma'am Yuli helped me put on my wedding dress, so as not to get any makeup on, or to ruin my makeup.

After finishing, we both returned to the living room that was used to decorate earlier.

"It's a hijab, isn't it, Ma'am?" Ma'am Yuli asked to make sure.

"Yes, Mommy." I'm nodding.

"The white hood is there, right?"

"Yet, Ma'am. I thought I was provided by Ms. Yuli." I suddenly panicked. I didn't buy the hijab, I thought it was provided by Ms. Yuli, along with veils and other decorations.

"No, Ma'am. I wear my own dress, so I don't have a white veil. I'll just bring the one for the recipe." Ma'am Yuli's answer caused me to panic even more. I don't have a clean white veil. My hood has mostly been stained with markers and so forth. It is not worth it to be paired with my clean white dress.

"Oh, how are you, Ma'am. Nur! you have a white veil, right? That's square." I asked Nur who was being ransacked. I wish he had.

"Nothing is square, Ma'am. There is an instant. Put that on." Nur's answer also caused me to panic.

"Where are you, Ma'am? There's no hijab." I asked Ms. Yuli for an opinion.

"Start! Sit here first, Ma'am. Try not to ask back." Ma'am Yuli rushed to the back. I don't know what he's gonna do. I just hope there's a way out of this.

In my heart I cursed myself. Why forget something important like this? There was a misunderstanding between me and Yuli. But I can't blame her, it's all purely my fault.

Before long, Ms. Yuli had come, carrying a clean white cloth, also shiny. It looks thick as well.

"Dapet, Ma'am?" I greet Mbak Yuli with questions.

"Dapet nih, put on a tablecloth. No papa, huh? Clean, really. There's a little dirty, but it can be covered, really." Ma'am Yuli started to act with the tablecloth.

"Jude, don't be papa, Ma'am. Emergency."

"Oh my goodness, Ma'am. A long time to decorate the bride, just this time you know. Tablecloth is used for the hijab." Ma'am Yuli laughed, followed by fellow fairies, as well as my cousin and niece who were in this room.

"Hehe, sorry yes, Ma'am. So hone creativity." I tried to joke, but in my heart I also cursed myself. How ridiculous I am!

"It's not papa, ma'am. But it fits, it fits the same dress."

I also agree with Yuli's words. Plus the color is shiny, making it even better to use. Even without veil, it's good in my opinion. Just jasmine and crown.

Shortly after, I finished dressing up. Complete with hijab also his shoes.

"Wait for the photographer first, Ma'am. This is the picture first, while waiting for the groom." Ma'am Yuli allowed me to sit free first. I used this time to take pictures with my cousins and nieces, in all sorts of styles.

A while later, Mas Aak had already arrived. His appearance was much fresher. He also smelled soap. "Thank God, take a shower," I thought.

"here, Mas! Put some powder on first, let's not get greasy." Mbak Yuli immediately gercep called Mas Aak. He also complies. I just watched his movements from far away. Don't embarrass me again!

It doesn't feel like seven more. Soon the execution of the contract will begin. I became pounding, considering that Mas Aak had not finished grooming, as well as my mother's father and my future father-in-law. They haven't even got here.

"Nur, please call Mama! Go on, that's it." I again asked Nur who was sitting at the very end, closest to the door.

"Okay, Ma'am." Nur left again, this time with makeup, complete with her kebaya and hijab.

"Change clothes first, Mom!" I heard Sister Yuli gave further instructions to Mas Aak.

"Okay, Ma'am."

"The white shirt is there, right? You brought it yourself, right?" Yuli's mom is back to making me a heart gymnast.

"No, Ma'am. Not told to take it!" Aak answered casually, blaming me, who did not remind him to bring a white shirt to the agreement.

"Well, how, Mas? I just bring a suit, shoes, pants, same tie, you know. I didn't bring the shirt. Did he say that the clothes he wore had their own?" Ma'am Yuli was again tested for her patience, this time by Mas Aak, who though wrong, did not feel guilty about it.

"Lha, I wasn't told to take it, Ma'am. Yes I don't know. I thought it was prepared the same way." Cook came back to defend himself.

"Mbak Mela, his father has a white shirt, right? Ma'am Yuli turned to ask me. Talk the same Mas Aak will not get a solution.

"She, Ma'am. But it doesn't fit the same as Cook Aak. You see, your body is small, not like Mas Aak." I was again made ketar-ketir.

"Yaudah, borrow anyone's shirt, huh! The important thing is to fit this equally well." I saw Mbak Yuli take a heavy breath, she must have also held back the annoyance at the two of you.

Lucky Nur's back soon. The posture of his father Nur is almost the same as Mas Aak. I hope he has the right shirt.

"Nur, does your father have a long-sleeved shirt? Make Cook a Cook." I asked Nur who had just arrived.

"She, Ma'am. But it's light blue. If it is white, it has no. How's it?"

"Oh, how is it? Not the same as my white dress? The life of the blue shirt anyway?"