The Father's Choice Husband

Chapter 9

"Yaudah no papa, Ma'am. What matters is that there's a long shirt." Ma'am Yuli answered without a second thought.

"OK, Mommy. Don't get it, one second!" Nur rushed into his house.

Au looked at Mas Aak who was only smiling guiltlessly. Honestly, I feel so bad! Not yet a husband is like this his behavior, childish, inappropriate for his three-headed self. How about after becoming husband and wife? Surely it will add to all the ugliness. I have a lot of interest in my heart. Hopefully everything will be okay in the future.

After a while, finally the drama of the bridal attire problem was finished as well. Although the results so not in line with expectations, yes, it's okay. What matters is the point. Costume problem, just a complement.

Mas Aak and I took pictures several times before going to the meeting room. Until finally, my father rebuked me.

"Mel, let's go to the room! It's not good that Mr. Penghulu arrives, we're not ready."

"Good, sir." I nodded at the mas-mas photographer to suffice this photo session, can be continued later.

We all immediately went to the room that was prepared for the meeting. In contrast to the place for the reception that is outdoors, we choose the akad indoors only. My heart is really pounding waiting for the ruler, as well as the entourage of Mas Aak. I don't know why they haven't come yet. I was afraid something bad happened to them. I decided to wait outside, all in search of fresh air. No matter the views of friends or relatives who have been present to watch my wedding.

I was fanning my hot body and face, even though the air in the mountains was actually quite cold, but unable to make me cold. Still feeling hot. Either because of the makeup and the clothes I was wearing, or it was the thumping feeling that made me like this.

Shortly after, the family of Mas Aak came. There are different from the group in general. The group of Mas Aak family used one car that I saw parked in the garage of Mas Aak house at that time. While the other escorts use a Vespa motor that has been fitted with yellow janur as a sign. While one of them decorated with flowers on the front head.

"Ouch! Don't-don't, Mas Aak wants to take me to his house later to ride the vespa! Will be complicated and make back pain for sure." I just saturate it.

I calculated, there are about 15 vespa motors that go along the motorcade. All drivers are male. Some are alone, some are alone.

"Your friends, are you?" I asked Mas Aak who was standing next to me.

"Yes, friends of vespa lovers. After this you will also become the Vespamaniac family." Mas Aak replied before leaving, welcoming the arrival of his friends, leaving me alone who was still sitting next to the entrance of the room to join in.

"Well, how am I left?" I'm really confused by Cook Aak. There is no romance at all! But all this time, no one wants to be with him. I'm back to minding, kasian also if I say directly.

I sat opposite to Mr. Penghulu who started to prepare the documents in front of him. Shortly after, Mas Aak followed. He sat next to me, facing my father. My feelings just thumped. Soon I will be the wife of Mas Aak, the man I met not too long ago.

Once all is ready, the wedding ceremony begins. I was worried that Mas Aak would mispronounce, forget my name, forget my father's name, or forget the dowry he gave me. I'm really worried. I hold my breath when you say the word ijab, also when Mas Aak replied with a kabul sentence. Beyond a doubt, it turns out that Mas Aak can pronounce it correctly, smoothly and steadily.

"AH!"

All the designated witnesses, as well as the guests present witnessed this compact agreement said it. I shed my tears. Touched, sad, all mixed into one. The responsibility of the Father over me was completely taken over by Mas Aak. My time for my parents will also shift to Mas Aak, the person I have not known for a long time. But it can be entitled entirely to me, just because the word ijab kabul was spoken just now. From now on, I have to respect Mas Aak, regardless of his behavior.

I kissed Mas Aak's hand, after the signing of the document, as well as the handover of the dowry. Then continued with do'a. After that, Mas Aak and I both came out to greet the guests present.

"Loh! How come Mela was left?" The guests commented when they saw Mas Aak walking first greeting the guests.

While I have to walk slowly, because I have to be careful with the dress I wear, also my steps are not free. I don't care about Mas Aak leaving me. I'll just shake hands with the female guests. So, I will miss the male guest line that is currently being treated by Mas Aak.

After I finished shaking hands, I went back to the dressing room to change into a costume. I was led by Nur, helping me walk. While Mas Aak, I don't know where he is. Maybe still fun to chat with his vespamaniac friends.

After changing the costumes, the reception began. Luckily, everything went well. At least that's what I know, because I'm just up front with my parents and in-laws. Offstage business, I don't know knowing, let relatives and neighbors take care of it.

After the reception is over, all are asked to have lunch, enjoy the dishes provided. So do we the six who are on stage. We also got food. But as Santi said, I have no taste at all to eat. Fear of kebelet, fear of broken makeup and so on. Different from my husband and parents. They continued to eat, along with the guests present, while enjoying the entertainment of traditional art ordered by my father.

After the reception was over, I changed my clothes. Clothes for ngundhuh montu, right then and there. I spent time praying dzuhur. Just because the event is in a row, also because it is impossible to remove makeup, while the water wudhuku also has been canceled, even before the agreement.

In my heart I have a lot of privilege, begging for forgiveness for my deliberate negligence. After changing costumes, Mas Aak and I went to the entourage of the in-laws. We will both hold an event at Mas Aak's house.

"Dad! Go, up!" Mas Aak picked me up who was still standing in confusion. He was already riding a vespa motorbike with a flower decoration in front of him.

"Huh? Ride this vespa, Mas?"