The Heart of Raisya

Weddings

Today is exactly the H-1 month of my wedding, my parents and I went together to fit the wedding dress. Fittings are only for the bride only, because the average in the city close to my village MUA is complete with decorations and bridal clothes. At that time for the groom's clothes there is already a size, the size of the groom, so it doesn't have to be fitting. It rained heavily, I immediately got into the car to leave for the decoration because it was promised at 1 pm. Suddenly the sandals I was wearing had broken off. My sandals are indeed models of flops but from synthetic leather materials.

" why Rai?" Ummi asked because I didn't get into the car right away.

"Sandalku broke up ummi, Rasya wanted to borrow Sofi mi sandalnya." I ran with a troubled heart. I don't know why my heart isn't calm. "May this not be a bad sign o Allah." I pray in my heart

"Let's speed Rai, let's be late!"

" yeah ummi, it's ready." I ran a little into the car.

We also left for the city, the trip was quite smooth because there was no word stuck. 60 minutes we had arrived at the destination. It turns out that in the city it does not rain, the weather is very bright. But not as bright as my heart.

Arriving at the MUA house as well as people who have decorations, we were taken warmly.

"Let's go in, sir, ma'am." Madam Intan the host let us in.

"do you want to be the bride?" Ms. Intan looked at me.

"iya ma'am, her son is still cute, only 20 years old." ummiku explained.

"Ah yes! I think it's still 15 years old, because the body is small, fortunately can fittings if not sure will be overwhelmed to permak dressnya." Gurau bu Intan's. Yes indeed I have a pretty petite body, 150 high and only 39 BB.

"Let's try the white dress first, nantik wear hijab all right?"

"Yes ma'am." I tried some modern kebaya and also some dresses.

Finally the show fittings clothes are finished.for men's clothes adjust women's clothes to standard sizes. Because Kak Firman has not returned from town B, then who takes care of marriage papers is family, lucky we live in the village so it is very easy to take care of marriage licenses. because if in the village responsible is the village head.

It didn't feel like 1 month had gone by on our wedding day. For the wedding ceremony held at my parents' house. And for the reception held at my grandmother's house. It was at the request of Grandma. Because actually I have inherited the house from my grandmother, who is close to her home. My grandfather is dead, my grandmother lives with my widowed aunt, and my aunt's son goes with her husband in S. Grandma wanted me to be close to her. Preparations have reached 100%, we are waiting for the arrival of the groom.

I stayed in the room accompanied by the women of my family, because in our custom the two brides may meet when the contract has been carried out.

I heard the ijab spoken out loud.

"False." cried the witnesses.

"Alhamdulillah!" me and everyone in my room gave thanks.

With white kebaya and natural make-up I was anxiously waiting for the martyr to be my husband to meet me in the room. Sholawat chants accompanied his steps to come see me. I kissed her hand as my ta'dzim as a wife. Brother Firman holds my shoulder and prays and blows in my head. No brow kiss events, the photographer took part of our activities. I am now a wife.Yes, the wife of the Word of Ramadan. After the photo show, Kak Fir said goodbye to me.

"I'll go home first" I kissed her hand.

"Yes be careful sis".our conversation did not escape the observation of seoupunya named Agus.

"Cie. who wants to be left home first, just calm down tomorrow also meet again at the pelaminan, do not cry yes" he ledek to me.

My wedding reception will be held at 6 after Maghrib, along with the bridal accompaniment from the groom. That is our regional tradition. I've been groomed by the MUA team in my room, while the groom is in the next room. This house that I live in is the house that my grandmother left me.

"It's ready this bride, it's beautiful". I smiled in response to Ms. Intan. We sat down at the temple to be kings and queens a day.

Somehow there was no happiness I could see from a man who was already my rightful husband at this time. With the direction of the photographer we also took pictures with several poses.

"Mas! please get his head closer to his wife." The photographer directed us.

Sister Firman posed with a stiff, It is my height as her ears even though I have been wearing high heels.I try to smile to give the best photo results in my sacred event.

When she was about to change our dresses past friends Kak Firman, there she stopped and greeted them. At first glance I turned to see a woman who was very sad.I saw her age seemed not far from my age. I accidentally turned to my husband, who I saw his eyes glazed over. My heart was racing fast, I felt something I couldn't explain. I walked in to change dresses.

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