The Smile of God for Marissa

Miniature Gebangrejo

Seven days of staying at my house, my family finally drove me to our wedding reception at Aditya's house. There is something strange about the reception place that he said was in the family home of Mr. Mustafa. But I feel there is a cover-up by Aditya and his family. The car that drove us stopped in front of a very magnificent building. The building I used to walk through when I was exercising in the square and stopped by the Great Mosque in Kauman.

It was a different house than the one I visited at the time. The conditions are one hundred and eighty degrees different. I looked at my husband Aditya, and all I saw was silence without any intention of explaining my confusion.

“Are you lying to me Brother ?” I finally decided to open the voice asking for confirmation.

“Means Risa ?” He looks very flat. There is no guilt at all. Seeing her who was silent I did not want to continue my debate not because I understood but because my mother-in-law had already picked me up. He hugged me and kissed my left right cheek.

“Welcome to our home, Darling.” Say it without feeling guilty. I just nodded in silence. I don't want to talk much, let alone ask.

I had never come to this house before, so . . . I could only keep quiet, and nod at the guests who had stood up to welcome us.

Amazing !

All the decorations were adapted to the situation in Gebangrejo, where we were acquainted at that time. Reception place is terraced. Complete with miniature pine trees and large stones. My photos with various poses arranged nicely there. I just found out that the moment of my arrival there was immortalized by him, from the moment I stretched out my hands to my activities washing my face did not escape from his shots and all seemed natural in the moment of my wedding reception, he said, with my husband at the beginning of the meeting in pairs complete the decoration and everything looks very beautiful. I don't know if this is engineering or real.

My family is at the top, a building similar to Junior High 2 Gebag rejo so I can not see their activities. The one in front of me is a new human being and is completely alien to me. There are no guests I know. And this makes my heart beat so fast.

“Adik still remember this atmosphere ?”

“What's with this atmosphere, Brother ? Is there anything special in the eyes of Kak Adit ?” ketus.

“Very.”That's the only answer and I can't ask you a new question. “ Every day of my prayers, I pay to the Divine that he send you to Gebang rejo exactly a month from the day of my application. Every day in my prayer, I ask the Almighty to keep looking after you for my sake. Every day after my dawn, ride my bike to Gebang Rejo, always saying your name, in the hope that you will actually appear before me. You really have captivated me in this place. “

“Kok can yes ? At that time, I was terrified when I found a man sitting on a rock. When I admire a new view. I turned my face in the opposite direction, hoping that you would remain seated on the stone, indicating that Brother is not a ghost, but I was mistaken. When I saw the stone where Brother was sitting, I did not see Brother there so it makes goosebumps my hair and I finally concluded Brother is a ghost.”

“Really ? And this atmosphere doesn't bother you now ?” Ask Aditya worried.

“I was shocked then. Absolutely not terbersit by me there will be a stranger among me. Because it's really a new place I've met in my life. A quiet and completely deserted place. I almost ran away when my brother came to me. “

“You should have refused when I went down to the river again, when obviously I saw earlier you had removed your sandals to come down. You undo your intentions, and you end up busy with your camera and then you ask yourself of me. Aren't you?”

“There is no reason for me to linger there. But . . . why Brother can capture that moment while I'm not aware of it. “

“Sadik is afraid even if there is a Big Brother huh ? actually, we're not just the two of us. Brother has been very fascinated with Sister, since the first time I became a lecturer at the University of the Sun, I was fascinated to see a student was busy in the mosque alone. Your simplicity captivated me and from then on all your activities I monitored and I invited one of my friends to take pictures of it.”

“jutu”

“What exactly is ?”

“It is precisely because my brother is not at home. Try if I was alone, I would've gone down and enjoyed the water, washed my face or whatever. “

“Can shower also yes ?’

“That's not taking a shower. Shamefully kali. Shower in the open so.”

“So my beautiful wife is afraid of me huh ? I don't know yes. If you knew Brother was afraid, I would definitely not come any closer. I'll just enjoy your face from afar. He . .he . . .he”

“And if Brother does not approach means we never get acquainted huh ?”

“There's still a lot of real time right ?”

“Iya, right. A lot of time because after that everywhere we meet.”

“ O . .iya ? “ I was surprised amazing. “My heart is flattered to hear my husband's words today. I forget for a moment my frustration. “Thank you, Brother. May we be with the world and the world. ”

“Amin”

“No idea why I was scared back then ?”

“Because you thought I was a ghost.” Aditya ketus. I'm just chuckling.

“Wrong. “

“Contin ?”

“Because I can't believe that the man who always appeared in my dreams for a few nights really exists.”

“You dreamt of me every night “ Aditya amazed. “Even before you know me ?” i'm nodding.

“God's Mass. Is this how God introduced me to my wife ? “ Aditya held my hand and then he listened to the host arrange the reception. The representative of my family is handing me over to my in-laws. She said that I was still stupid, could not be a wife because this was my first experience. She also said that my family begged my husband's family to accept me like their own child and begged me to guide me.

“You listened to everything ?”

“Yes. Mr. Shamsu is right. I'm still stupid, I don't have the experience to play a wife and daughter-in-law.”

“Of course I'm happy dear. You're not experienced at all. Even you're still so stiff on me. Still shy and that's amazing. A lot of girls have a lot of experience in bed, while my wife, . . . “ Aditya silent. He did not continue the topic because we both – equally know what really happened between us. I pinched her waist and she screamed. His screams invited all the audience to watch us joking around in our shop.

“ It is true fathers and mothers. If there's a song that says it's good to be a newlywed, it proves true. Now we are watching the two brides pinching each other. Of course we don't know what makes them joke like that.”

Aditya looked at me who was blushing embarrassed to hear the talk of ustad who was giving us marriage advice.

Twelve o'clock the show is over. It was time to take a picture with my family. We spent almost an hour together for a photo event until we finally decided to immediately go into the house to perform sublime prayers.

Aditya led me into a decorated room. The big room I'm sure is my husband's room. The house I owned was very different from the condition of the first house introduced by Bu Meisya in-lawaku.

After removing all accessories and bridal clothes, I immediately took ablution and congregated with my husband.

“Please explain to me why the house you used to show with the one now is different!” My love after we finish the prayer.

“That was the idea of all of us, me, grandma, dad and mom. Not without reason, dear. We had to do that to you too. We want to test your feelings after seeing the condition of the house, whether my future wife retreats or still loves me.”

“But it's outrageous, Brother. I hate all of that. As if I love Big Brother only because of sheer treasure.”

“That's because my wife never thought negatively about me. But I had a sad experience before marrying Dik Risa.” Aditya breathed a heavy sigh.

“Does anyone ever make my husband hurt before ?”

“Some of the girls I love left me after I brought them to that house. There was one of them who blatantly mocked me. He said that he would not marry a poor man like me. Never mind. From now on, learn to accept this condition. This is our real home. “

“Continue, the house I visited yesterday ?”

“That's home Bik Tijah, one of our helpers.” I saw Aditya put his prayer kit on a large mattress, then changed his clothes with a t-shirt and shorts.

Slowly he pulled my hand and took a nap.