The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 79: Determination of the Waiting

Zayan immediately stood up to hear the unusual voice earlier. Arsyanendra held his hand. Tell him to sit back. After seeing the gesture of the grandfather's face, the man sat down.

"You don't need to worry, my friend has been watching outside ever since we got into the house." Arsyanendra whispered to his grandson. Meanwhile, Kartika, Zayan's mother looks worried.

Fluently and firmly, Zayan said the sentence he had trained for a long time during the procession of Ijab-kabul. Ladies and gentlemen say "Well!" when the man finished with the sentence.

On the other hand, Mesha lowered his head, crying deeply. The two girls flank him, hugging him, as well, the mother, Mayang. He immediately approached his daughter.

"Come to your husband, do your first service, Nduk."

Zayan, who still did not think that everything was going smoothly and as fast as it was, kept staring at Mesha with a dazzling look. In her eyes, now, the woman looked absolutely beautiful. Although, simple makeup and simple kebaya are used.

With an awkward gesture, Mesha reached out, pulled Zayan's hand and kissed the back of the man's hand gently and affectionately. Reflexively, the husband replied with a kiss on the forehead. Of course, that moment made the entire audience cheer and formal applause.

Unlike the circumstances outside the house, black clouds began to cover the area above the place. A strong wind blew, shaking the trees. Nirwasita who was on standby, smiled. He knew the cause of this extraordinary event.

Caraka stood across the street, staring intently at the grandfather.

"So, Grandpa prefers that kid over me?!" Caraka shouted furiously, he started to lift something long in his hand. In the man's view, it looked right, a silver dome surrounded the woman's house he was after.

Caraka's eyes turned red with anger. Lightning snatched from the end of the stick he was holding. Nirwasita was forced to expel her granddaughter from there. The silver-haired man, shot out a flash of light.

Of course, the fight between grandfather and grandson was fierce. Caraka was knocked back again, then left.

Zayan's family group returned home when the weather outside the house had returned to normal.

Zayan saw Nirwasita standing on the support of his staff. Not far from where he stood. The man nodded in reverence. Unexpectedly, his teacher, the Kyai, smiled at the old man.

"It turns out, he was also aware of my presence." Nirwasita smiled, nodded respectfully, replying to the pious man.

The night has come. Zayan and a few people, still live in Mesha's house to start designing the reception next week. Including Zafia who still survives there, accompanying her best friend in the room.

"Fi, pinch me now!" mesha's orders.

"Ngapain, anyway? It's weird!"

"Pinch me!"

Reluctantly, Zafia pinched Mesha's cheek.

"It hurts!"

"Yaiyalah it hurts, it gets pinched!"

"This means it's not a dream!"

Zafia shook her head.

"Yes, our dreams are the same, Sha?"

Mesha smiles. He was grateful that nothing bad happened. Hopefully, until anytime nothing bad will happen.

"I might not be able to help with the preparations for the event, Sha. I have to go back to college tomorrow. But I promise, I'll definitely be here by day H."

"No problem, Fia. I am so happy like this. Thank you, you are always there for me at any moment. I can't repay all your kindness."

Zafia embraced Mesha's shoulders gently. He arched a smile.

"For me, your happiness, that's my happiness too, Sha. All this time, I met a lot of people, even in my college. But nothing is as firm, as strong, and as good as you are, Sha. This sounds cliche, but, call me whenever you need a friend to share. Whatever it is! Don't hesitate."

"Thank you, Fia. Can you make me sleep here tonight?"

"There's your husband, Sha."

"Come, Fia. I'm not ready yet. We are also just religiously bound. I'm still ...."

The sound of knocking on the door of the room, made Mesha's words come to a halt. Zayan looked up from the gap of the door that was not closed. Seeing that, Zafia immediately stood up.

"Not go anywhere, just accompany my wife. I slept with friends in the living room. Please proceed. I'd like to talk to my wife for a minute, okay?" zayan.

Zafia sat back down, she nodded. Mesha walked over to Zayan. The man smiled at him.

"I won't touch you until that day, Deck. If you need more time, I'm willing to wait too. No need to worry or worry about anything. Secure yourself."

Zayan held Mesha's arms gently, rubbed them, and bailed away.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

Zayan's steps stopped, he turned around.

"No need to apologize, it's not your fault. Get some sleep, it's night!"

There was warmth creeping up inside Mesha's chest cavity. He closed his eyes. Holding back the circles that had been struggling at the end of both eyes.

"Alhamdulillah, Gusti." Whisper to yourself.

A few days passed, the preparations for the reception had already been prepared. Mesha asked for only a few people to be invited, but Zayan insisted on inviting many. In the end, she relented, realizing that it was not her first marriage. However, for this man. All of these things are first experiences.

The night before the reception, Zayan was in Mesha's room. Ensure something. Meanwhile, Mesha was accompanying her family in the living room. Ever since his arrival, he felt Caraka's presence. The magical shield that Nirwasita had installed earlier, had disappeared.

Feeling something strange, Mesha caught up with Zayan.

"What's up, Mom?"

"She, it's here, Dek."

"That creature?"

Zayan nodded.

Worrying and terrified of losing again, Mesha spontaneously hugged her husband tightly. The woman began to sob.

Looking at the sickening sight for him, Caraka conjured up his form. The face was pale with anger in both of his eyes.

Realizing this, Zayan immediately stood in front of Mesha, making his body a shield for the woman. The two bracelets the man was wearing, shimmered. Make a shield that covers the two humans earlier.

"You stay behind me, whatever happens, don't come out of this shield dome. Understood?"

Mesha nodded, though on his face, drawn by worry. Zayan held onto his wife's wrist, then moved the two bracelets without taking off his hand.

Now, Zayan is standing outside the dome. Then let go of the wife's hand.

"I'll close the door to this room. Remember my message, no matter what. Don't come out of the dome or take the bracelet off."

Zayan led his wife to sit on the bed. Then, he stared intently at the pale man in all-black clothes before him.

"Come on, let's put this all together, right now!" challenge Zayan.

Caraka looked up at the words that had just come out of Zayan's mouth.

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