THE HEART IS BROKEN
ARSY
I look so graceful today, wrapped in a long white dress studded with beads like a royal princess, a face with makeup engraved MUA famous, beautiful really, really, something was different with how I looked this time. I'm wearing a hijab. Of course it was a request from Rama, a week before our wedding.
Rama called me, as usual just monitoring the activities of his future wife every day.
"La, can't I ask you something? Before you were my wife? rama said on the other end of the phone.
"What Ma? Don't ask for weird?" meewanti-wanti.
"Astagfirullah.. Suudzon to you. I just want you to wear a hijab" said Rama.
"Well.. Hijab..? I'm not ready for that yet, next time"
"This is my only request La," Rama pleaded.
"Okay, later after becoming your wife" I promised.
"Yes, I wait for your appointment, my future wife" said Rama and turned off the phone.
I smile every time I hear Rama's last words when he turns off the phone. That is why today I choose a wedding dress that is covered and uses a hijab.
"God, what a beauty my best friend this one..! Don't think you can dress up as pretty as this La" Praise Airin to me.
I smiled blushingly at Airin's praise.
"A very beautiful mother's son..! Keliatan. Graceful", Mother praised me.
"Haha..No dear", replied the mother while peeping my forehead.
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At 08.00 WIB the marriage contract will begin, the penghulu and two witnesses are already in place. Dad's ready with his belanga bay outfit. Papa acted as one of the marriage witnesses. Rama had sat dashingly in front of his father, dressed in silver-white Malay, peci in tune with his clothes, a radiant face, but deep in his heart was hidden a tremendous nervousness. Today is a very sacred day, according to him, the day of the handover of responsibility from a father to the man who had just been known by his daughter. Cold sweat began to wash over Rama's back. Just a few minutes, the sentence of the shaken Arsy will be pronounced, thrown under the sky, but able to shake the side of the arsy.
Three times already lafas ijab kabul repeated. Rama nervous. I looked worriedly at my mom and dad. Airin rubbed my back from behind. Rama was always wrong in mentioning my full name. Just a day ago he knew the full name of his future wife. Sweat began to show its fur on Rama's forehead, slowly dripping into his temples and cheeks. This time he tried with more concentration, taking a deep breath to make it a little calmer. Now it's a little quieter. To start ijab kabul back.
"Akbar Ramadhan bin Khairul" said the father firmly calling the name of Rama.
"I Sir", replied Rama.
"I married you Akbar Ramadhan bin Khairul with my biological daughter Rachel Charla Amelia bint Roy Ardan with a dowry a set of prayer tools and a gold ring weighing four grams paid in cash", father recited a sentence that made the atmosphere of the room shahdu.
"I accept Rachel Charla Amelia Binti Roy Ardan's marriage with the dowry of a set of prayer tools and a gold ring weighing 4 grams paid in cash" Rama replied in a single breath.
The words of thanksgiving from all the invited guests present in the room, I clasped my mother's hand, the tears dripping down my cheeks. A happy feeling filled my heart.
Rama was so happy, he looked at the woman who had now legally become his wife and become the responsibility of the afterlife, as well as with me, a happy smile with sparkling eyes, I salami the hands of the man who from today I will devote my whole life and death. I kissed the hand of the man I knew as the musholla. I could not believe that this man was now the last of my life.
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