The Heart Attraction Club
Please call 'Stiff Bride'
The man immediately lowered his gaze after a glance at me. True said Beautiful, he looks very handsome wearing my clothes.
It was not in vain that I sewed it up late into the night.
Yuk Jamilah and Beautiful clamped my arms. We step slowly.
" Let's both brides shake hands" said the pengulu as I approached the place where the procession of the chateau had just taken place.
I stood awkwardly. Yuk Jamilah turned my stiff body towards Fastabi.
But Fastabi seemed confused. We both cupped our hands to our chest.
" Greet as usual, touch. You are halal" Tegur Madam Muiz.
O Allah. Maluny. My cry in my heart.
The invited guests who were mostly close relatives of the two brides laughed at us.
They're cheering us on "Come Fastabi! Go Fastabi!"
Lady Muiz. Emh, I'm sorry I mean my mother-in-law put our hands together.
" Want to salaman kok very difficult" Gergutu.
I slowly kissed the man's hand. Emh, husband. Hehe.
This seems to be what it feels like to come into contact with the skin of men other than the tub, and my brothers. It feels like a vacuum. Flowing into the bloodstream to cool my nape.
We both let go of our shaman simultaneously.
" You'll never be shy again" My mother-in-law pulled out a small box and handed it to Fastabi.
The man opened the small box containing a ring with a jewel that glistened in the morning sun.
He took the ring after finding the code from his mother.
" St!" His mother gave him another code. Fastabi took my hand slowly. Sealing again it feels. Ouchy!
She put that pretty ring on my ring finger.
" Of course!" Cheers for some people in the back. My eyes wide. My face must be pale!
Nay!
Nay!
Fastabi paid no heed to the cheers. He even grunted looking at the people cheering. It seems to be his friends.
He greeted his parents, my parents, and I followed him as he did. Thank goodness it didn't!
The people who cheered earlier looked disappointed.
My mother was crying and hugging me. While patting on my back he was fruitful.
" Sarah from now on, heaven is in your husband. As much as you can, as smart as you can to act on him. Think of your in-laws as your own parents"
" Yes my mom"
My tub also hugged me by conveying his advice which is almost the same as what my mother said.
My mother-in-law wiped her tears after long hugging her son with long and repeated advice and babble. He also told me.
" Sarah, whatever happens in the future. Always by Abi's side, huh? He's a very obedient boy if you know. But sometimes his heart can also be ice cold. Take her heart any way. That's your right. Look at you matching couples"
" Yes ma'am"
Then we shook hands with the aunt and mother from next to me and from next to her.
We were escorted to the pelaminan after cutting and eating the cake that soared to four levels.
Tilawah Al-Qur'an is sung by the best qori' alumni of Al-Mukmin pesantren. The audience was made speechless to hear the chanting of Suroh Annisa verse 1, and Ar-Rum verse 21.
The event was brought by a famous MC who came from the city of Sungailiat.
While the entertainment is modern qosidah from Pangkalpinang and reportedly only once entered our district.
The invited guests seemed to enjoy the beautiful voice of the sholawat singer and Islamic songs.
Mother-in-law did the right choice where before every party in the village, the entertainment was filled with orchestras or single orgen who sorry I think the clothes are sometimes unsightly.
The event consists of two sessions. Morning and afternoon sessions. The morning session ends until 10:00 WIB. And the afternoon session starts from 14.00-16.00 WIB.
Mrs Muiz confidently stepped towards the safety. She wears a light blue robe in the second session making her beauty even more noticeable.
But his legs stopped when he saw his two bachelor children, Bilal and Abdurrohman coolly talking while eating dishes.
Abdurrohman, his second son, who had just finished koas in Jogja, was asked to go home to celebrate the reception of their eldest brother.
Mrs Muiz has also asked Bilal to invite the two girls mentioned in the letter. He just wanted to disappear his curiosity. And he hopes Bilal will also give a code when the two girls will shake hands with him.
At least he is not the wrong person when raising his eyes to give a bluff. You guys who are trying to interfere with my son's education?
That's less than it means. Usually teenagers are already afraid of such codes. Her thought.
Mrs Muiz also did not forget to invite women who had been rumored to want to win the heart of Fastabi. He intended to warn subtly and implied that his son should not be chased again. Ahaha.
But don't know if they want to come or not. Grunts mistress Muiz.
The wedding party was very good.
The smell of fragrant dishes was smelled when the organizers revealed the lid of the buffet.
And the guests in line as if drooling stared at the appetizing dishes.
There is rendang meat cooked by the Padang restaurant chef. Chickens sambal, there are jengkol sambal terasi, petai boiled grilled sambal, grilled mackerel fish, rendang mushroom pelawan exorbitant price, chicken satay and meat, rib soup, meatballs, fish noodle soup.
Not to mention the multicolored juice that has been poured into the glasses that are lined on the table.
And bananas, grapes, rambutans hang. So that makes children whine want to be taken.
My stomach is hungry.
To the point that I gulped when I saw the guest biting the ribs sitting right in front of the pelaminan. He chewed it shamelessly until I made sure we who were sitting at the bouncy watch him.
By the way he was one of my mamas from next door to my father who lived not far from our village.
Mr. Muiz glared at the sight of the rib-eating mother and aunt asked for a photo together. Maybe he said "Ooooh. Their brother apparently" It might be like that. Haha.
But I don't know, after the guests started to wane, Mr. Muiz I saw already scooping up the rib soup of one big bowl.
Oh yeah, you need to know. How tormenting it was during the photo shoot. Fastabi's hands are like statues. Understand meaning? His hands hardened with fused fingers holding my waist.
My face is so pale.
This is all because of the photographer who was with him at that time to the boarding school. There was a slight grunt heard from the mulit Fastabi. From that I know the name of the photographer is Rifa'i. He was eating with Zubaidah, my classmate at the MTs in the pesantren.
Plus the bibik-bibik from next door Fastabi sewotnya not playing when we are reluctant to pose according to their wishes.
They forced and grumbled. Until we were both stiff. Hardened like a rock. Teach them.
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May the grace and grace of God always be there for us.
Wallahu A'lam Bishawwab
