The soul mate YOU sent

Chapter 17 Getting Married

That day after I contacted Mas Zaky, I told my parents about my decision at dinner. There was a clear look of relief on my father's face. He seemed very trying to hide his pleasure. Maybe to keep it looking good. It made me feel that the decision I made was right. The next day Mas Zaky and his family came to talk about the wedding. All discussed and have agreed will be arranged by mother and Aunt Halimah. Although I feel the attitude of Aunt Halimah is not as gentle as before when talking about matchmaking. Honestly, it makes me a little depressed. What if Aunt Halimah won't accept me? Maybe he was forced because of this marriage to Mas Zaky's wishes.

In addition to Aunt Halimah's slightly stiff attitude, everything went smoothly. Ibuk and Aunt Halimah prepared everything perfectly. We did not invite many guests. Just a close perarabat of both family and some family friends. The ijab qobul event is planned to be held in a mosque near my residential complex. And continued with the wedding party at Mas Zaky's house.

And here comes today, my wedding day. Exactly a week after I made my decision. I sat facing the dresser mirror. With what Lani did to my face. She said it would make me a very beautiful bride, though not as beautiful as Raisa or Syahrini. Huuuft.I still can't believe that less than two hours I'm getting married. It was like a dream and it happened so fast. Although this has been my decision and I do not want to regret it, I do not deny that the immense guilt of Mas Damar hit my heart. I betrayed her. Take away all our feelings and memories. Let go of years of love.

It's not easy indeed. I spent every night crying in a blanket of guilt. I don't know how long it's gonna take. But since I was determined, even without love I would have been through this marriage in earnest, then this was the right first step. Take off my love for Mas Damar to go. I hope that if one day I meet Mas Damar, he will forgive me.

Lani has finished my makeup. Waw.., I blinked a few times to make sure it was true my reflection in the mirror. I've never felt this beautiful. Minimalist makeup without a lot of cosmetics on my face. My hair is perfect too. With both sides of my hair braided back together in a small bun at the bottom decorated with beautiful imatation pearl ornaments. Although my style is very simple, but I am very satisfied. I stood up and stared at myself in the mirror. Turn left, right and back. It's so perfect. Not fancy but not cheap either. But elegant. Smile on my lips. This was the first smile after I realized that I was going to marry Mas Zaky, not Mas Damar. I don't know because of what? I don't know.

Half an hour later we were all inside the mosque. Prepare for ijab qobul event. I, who sat in separate places and in the bulkhead, had not met and seen Mas Zaky. But I knew he was already here because I heard his voice. Penghulu has already begun her wedding sermon. Everyone present is listening. After completion, proceed with the ijab qobul process. I heard dad's voice.

"Ankahtuka wazawwajtuka makhtubataka bint Tania Wibisono alal mahri 100 pieces dinar and Surat Al A'la hallan.", ijab father steady and authoritative.

"Qabiltu nikahaha wa tazwijaha alal mahril madzkur wa radhiitu bihi, wallahu waliyu taufiq.", qobul Mas Zaky firmly without doubt.

After the witnesses declared this qobul ijab a success and the marriage was legal. Mas Zaky went on to chant Surat Al A'la as the dowry mentioned. Her voice is so sweet. Stunned me and involuntarily made my eyes tear up. There was a strange feeling in my heart when I heard this Quranic verse. Maybe because Mas Zaky's melodious voice made him so touching. I've heard my friends teach when I was in SD and Junior High but obviously it's different from this. I don't know what Mas Zaky's letter means, but I feel something moves my heart. Something's. But I don't know what it is. When Mas Zaky finished reading, I felt lost. After a series of celebrations, the ijab qobul event ended. And we, me and Mas Zaky can meet. I saw Mas Zaky approaching me in the women's area where I had to wait for the process to take place. For the first time I saw Mas Zaky. Every single step Mas Zaky approached my heart pounding harder and harder. His tall figure with perfect posture looks so suitable using a black suit. Why does he look so much more handsome than usual? Duuuh what the hell am I thinking?.

"Assalamualaikum Tania.", greetings with a gentle smile when I get in front of me."

"I.iya mas.", I answered nervously. I saw that my mother and sisters who had accompanied me were gone. When did they leave?

"Kalo mas said hello, you answered with waalaikumussalam.", he said still with a smile.

"Waalaikumussalam.", I said awkwardly.

Hearing my greeting Mas Zaky stretched out his hand and I greeted him to kiss the back of his hand. After I took it off, Mas Zaky again extended his hand. But this time he rubbed my yams and recited something, I don't know what it was.

"That's opo mas?", I asked while frowning.

"It's prayer. In order for us to be a happy family, sadinah, mawadah, warohmah and you to be a sholeha wife", a smile never goes from her face. A sweet smile that featured dimples that made him even more handsome.

After saying that Mas Zaky ducked down and kissed my forehead. It felt like a million butterflies were dancing in my stomach. This feeling is like the first time someone you like has love for you. The first time you get a kiss from your first love. The first time you discover something new is thrilling and thrilling. I didn't expect to feel this feeling for Mas Zaky. I guess I'll be normal because I don't have feelings for her.

"What are you doing today?" he said in a ignorant tone. I just chipped in response and it made her laugh. Wowhhhhhhhhh! I'm enchanted. He laughed as if he was joking with Mas Yayan. Hilarityaaaa. This duuuh is really not funny. Cook me like a labile ABG anyway.

"Wes at eleven, you remove your make up yo, keep taking wudlu. After that we pray two rakaat as husband and wife. All waiting for the dhuhur.", Mas Zaky's voice roused me from an indistinct heart.

I frowned, but still assented and passed towards the princess' toilet. It's a pity for the makeup. Gini beautiful but only for a moment. My mother came with Lani and my cousin sister. After asking what I was going to do they helped me clean my makeup and stripped me of my clothes. I took wudlu. Make no mistake, if only wudlu I can, because when SD, Junior High School and High School there is always a test of religious practice. After the wudlu I changed from the kebaya to a white blouse made of chiffon and brocade with a length slightly below the knee. The right length, because it will make me look taller. It's very pretty. With a polite neckline and arms along the attached hand.

I approached Mas Zaky wearing a face. He led me to prayer intention readings. After that as a teacher, I followed every prayer movement that he did. After the greeting he prayed and I guaranteed and ended with me kissing the back of his hand.

We continue with the prayer dhuhur congregated with some people who were present at the ijab qobul event and have not returned home, also the original worshipers of this mosque.

After the dhuhur prayer we went straight to Mas Zaky's house for the wedding reception. Mas Zaky's car was driven by his friend. I've seen it in the building where Mas Zaky's organization is gathered. It turns out Mas Zaky's house isn't too far away. This is the first time I've been to Mas Zaky's house, it's funny that I'm already his wife. Up there, I immediately led Aunt Halimah eh no, Ummi to the room where I will be. I chose to keep wearing my blouse and just put on my makeup and rearrange my hair. Ummi disagreed with my choice of dress. But I begged a little and he said yes. My makeup is not so different from the previous one. it only emphasizes the eyes and lips. Perias said to suckle with my dress, then she chose to braid my hair with a large braid style attached and slightly expanded. Decorated with small silver flowers ornaments and imitation mutisra as before. It's pretty too. Well today it turns out I can look canti all day. My big smile made my cheeks stiff. Hhhh...

Two o'clock the reception starts and ends at four o'clock. Although they say they don't invite many people, only relatives and some business associates. But for me, it was a lot of guests and a lot of people. Hhmm.maybe a lot of what they mean and what I mean is different. Many of the invitations were blatantly watching me and finally raised their eyebrows. Wow, I don't seem to fit their expectations. Is it because of my dress? Or hair? Because almost all who behave like that are women who wear a robe and hijab. It can't be my stomach, right? Because my stomach can still be said to be a normal size. During the show I heard many times someone say "cock the bride chick'e is that?" or "oh! How to find bini g' pake' hijab?" or "duuuh g' really fits as well as Zaky, cook g' hijab", well more or less like that. Pretty disturbing though.

I can see Mas Zaky is very uncomfortable. Because if I can hear what they're saying it means Mas Zaky heard it too. We always walked together throughout the show. But now I was relieved that the show was over, and I began to imagine how comfortable it would be to lay down on the bed. I'm somebody's wife? It was shocking even to myself. I hope this is a really good decision.