The Pain of being Betrayed

Finally The Day Arrives

The day that Angga and I were waiting for came, where we were going to have a wedding. There was nothing special because we did not have a party, enough to give thanks.

I'm ready with a white kebaya wrap, combined with songket. While the Angga mas with a white shirt coated with a black suit, do not forget the tie that hangs beautifully on his neck, looks handsome I saw at that time.

After everything was ready, we all left for the KUA office. Well, we held the ijab qobul in the KUA office right after Friday prayers.

It did not take long, the car that brought our group to the KUA office. We all entered the room where Ijab qobul would be held. And it turns out that there is not only us who will hold the qobul ijab, but there is another pair of brides. Which makes us have to wait because we got second place.

After waiting for about twenty-five minutes, it was finally our turn to take his ijab qobul. Because the first bride was a Malaysian so make the process of ijab qobul was repeated several times, which made us wait a long time.

Mas Angga was already sitting in front of papa Klku who will be my marriage guardian at that time, all look nervous after witnessing how the process of the first bride qobul ijab.

Mas Angga shook my father's hand as directed by his father. In the first session, the experiment was conducted pronouncing his ijab qobul, and there were tense moments for me. There was no smile on my face, there was only concern, worry mas Angga and my papa was wrong in pronouncing his ijab qobul. But all my guesses were wrong, I was shocked by the sound that rumbled in the room saying the right word.

"Saaaaaaah" said all the witnesses in the room. Well, Mas Angga said the ijab qobul in one breath only, which made his status change to my husband.

Honestly, I'm very happy. The originally worried and tense face turned into a happy, etched smile on my lips as well as the people watching there.

After reading the prayer, I reached for the hand of Angga mas who was my husband at that time. And I received the dowry given by Mas Angga in the form of a set of prayer tools.

After signing the marriage book, we all went home.

During the journey home, all at the core happy with this day in the ease of love by God, not least me and the pride who feel extraordinary happiness. On that day, they became a husband and wife.

It did not take long, finally the car arrived home, all the groups went down. Take a break before doing activities for our Thanksgiving. Angga and I rushed into the room to change clothes.

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I am happy, very happy because this also coincides with my birthday, which is the twenty-seventh, where our small thanksgiving event was held, we still wear traditional clothes like most married people, only we do not have a big party that there is entertainment, but it is more than enough for me and Angga mas.

Friends, family came to attend my thanksgiving and mas Angga, until the afternoon before the event was over.

"Female, Ara take good care of yourself here, Mama has to go home now can't stay here. About his children tomorrow must go to school" said mama mas Angga.

"Yes, Mah. Be careful on the road" replied Mas Angga while greeting all his family, and I followed him.

All the Angga mas family passed away my home yard, now only my nuclear family lives. Because all my relatives have also said goodbye to go home.

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The days were happy after our marriage, mas Angga was Alhamdulillah already got a job again. Network work like when he was in Batam, there happened to be a contract in the city of B finally mas Angga invited again by his friend who was one team with him first.

Very grateful for me at that time, it is true what people say, the sustenance is not door can come from anywhere, the important thing is always to be grateful, pray and try.

Although at that time Angga mas had to leave the city if there is more work, but it does not matter to me. Not for months at most, just a day or two.

And I didn't live alone because I was still living with my parents. How else, because in terms of finances we have not been able to stand alone. If to eat In shaa Allah we can finance it, because the salary of Angga mas from his work at that time was more than enough.

But our happiness did not last long, because the contract of work mas Angga suddenly broke by the company, just a few months to enjoy a happy life without thinking about work, but now it's all gone in an instant. Finally mas Angga work follow my papa as a construction worker, but it did not last long as well. Because Mas Angga is not used to such heavy work.

Finally, Mas Angga decided to go home to his parents, even though at that time it was very heavy for me to follow him, but want how else.

"Honey, as good as we go to my parents' house"

"Well, why...??" ask me, a little surprised.

"If here I'm not good with mama and papa you love, about her we every day need to eat, and I also need cigarettes. I just don't want to repot mama equally papa"

"It's up to you then Mas, I always come wherever you take, because now I belong to you, your responsibility is also" I explained, although in my heart it feels heavy, because now I belong to you, heavy thinking how will live one roof with in-laws, because this is also the first time I will be away from my parents.

"Thank you Yasayang, you always understand me and sorry can not give happiness to you and our future children" said Mas Angga while stroking my stomach which was still flat at that time. Well, I am now again pregnant with her child mas Angga, Alhamdulillah Allah entrusted her care so quickly in my womb. Because indeed we did not postpone it, considering the age of Angga at that time was twenty-nine years.