The Thorn in the Family

Rama's Wedding and Dance

“I hope he doesn't catch our time tonight” whispered Rama in the ears of Tari.

Degs...

Dance's heart rippled to hear her husband's joke. He sat down and smiled nervously. Really

his face was red at that moment.

The event continues with the manten meeting procession. In this event Tari and Rama carry the concept of Java. Both are from the same area. They changed clothes using black velvet kebaya with a sprinkling of gold thread embroidery on some parts of the kebaya side. Where by using velvet cloth is expected both bride and groom to have a smooth personality like velvet, black color draws wisdom while gold color shows elegance and majesty.

Typical Javanese hijab complete with jasmine dangling length on the side as well as some sunduk mentul flowers that stand upright on the head of the dance makes its appearance look very beautiful and charming that morning. Anyone who saw it would not have thought that the bride in this marriage was an honorable widow.

As in previous events, Risma was involved in every series of events.

The little girl would stand confidently before her Father and Mother. He brought a beautiful bouquet of flowers. There is no image of objection implied in the face of Rama or Dance. Both loved

Risma unconditionally and without reason.

The event continued with the sungkeman procession that was carried out on both parents of the bride. Pure Mother as the parents of Tari accompanied by Pakde Dar considering that Tari is an orphan since childhood.

Rama and Tari gathered at the feet of Miss Marni, begging for her blessing and apologizing.

“Mother, forgive me for all the mistakes I have made. Mother beg for her prayers and blessings for the happiness of both of us and our small family later”

Rama kissed Bu Mari's hand with reverence. He asked for prayer with all his heart

for the happiness of the new family he will build with Tari after this.

“Son Rama, I'm sending your daughter to you. Take care of him as well as possible. Promise Mom you won't hurt her, not even a fingernail. I wouldn't be willing to do that. Be a slow married couple

bestowed love and affection on every wedding trip you two”

“Mother forgive me, for all the sins I have committed on you all this time. Mom today I'm getting married again, I'm back to being a wife. Ma'am I hope ridho and do’amu to join every step of my” Dance powerless not to hold back her crying. Clear melt just passed through his eye peluk.

The same thing Mom did. He tried to hold back his tears, but the tears just fell. Remembering everything that happened to her daughter. He looked up at the ceiling of the tent pelaminan decorated with various flowers and crystal lights.

“Do’a Mother will be with you son, be a sholeha wife. A good mother to your children. I'm ridho with all my heart about this choice of yours son. Be a sakinah, mawadah and warohmah family. May happiness accompany the lives of both of you. Aamiin”

Ms. Marni patted gently on her son's shoulder while embracing for a very long time. Even the tremors from their shoulders could be clearly seen in the eyes of the incoming invitation. Rama guides Tari to move to her parents. The same thing they do. He begged and begged the blessing of Rama's parents. Haru turned blue, that was the atmosphere that happened at that time. Not infrequently from

some of the invited guests also shed their eyes.

The event continued with a photo session with the family who participated in this bridal group. The Bude Murni and Pakde Dar families, became the first people to ascend to the village. They with all their style began to act on the guarantee. Take photos with all the styles.

“Tar, bude want to make a story Wa first. Let the people at home know you're not

widows again” said by directing the alarm of his phone towards their faces.

Cis..

Cis..

Cis..

“Bentar Tar, vidio first let cool”

Dari nodded obediently at her Budenya's request. Isn't this a happy moment.

So it is appropriate if it is captured and shared with others. Bude's hands began to rise and wave and point his cell phone camera in all directions.

“Hay gaes, guess where I am again? Hayo..”

“Gaes Marni again. Look at this magnificent show, the food is a lot. Decorations

beautiful, luxurious wedding kayak artists” Bude direct his camera

show all the wedding decorations. He also showed a variety of food menus that were held in the event that morning.

Pulp standing in the living room. He stared happily at his mother. Great lady

who has been through a lot in his life. All the good prayers he chanted for the happiness of the only brother he has today. He was also seen several times wiping the corners of his watery eyes. Inwardly hoping this will be a marriage that brings happiness to her mother's family.

“Ya Allah bastie congratulations yes. I still did not expect this when I received

an invitation from you”

Fitri came with her children and her husband. It's been so crazy even since new

just his feet stepped in the delivery of the house of Tari. The two hugged each other long enough to let go of all the longing.

“Trank you yes Fit, have come in my wedding ini”

“I will definitely come, I will not leave this historic moment”

“Oh yes by the way who is the lucky guy who can melt your hardened heart like a big rock on the oceanfront” Fitri takes off his embrace on Dance, he quickly glanced at the man next to his best friend.

“She's Dad Risma” bright Dance with a radiant happy face.

“Hah, Meaning?” Fitri clenched her forehead and looked at Rama with question marks.

“God be kind to me Fit, he sent Risma's father as a half perfecter

my religion. Right, this is Mas Rama's biological father Risma my son” bright Dance with

eyes that glazed happily.

“MasyaAllah” Fitri can not say anything, he is only able to look at Rama and Dance with

gape.

“This is a form of patience that you have been through Tar” both back hugging on the guarantee.

“You till when are hugs and crying like this Fit? Look at my eyelashes even

it's almost worn off too much crying today. Eat it you must be hungry once”

Risma is so happy to meet Arsy. He ran to his best friend who had not met for several years. They join hands like their parents, telling their best friend a lot.

Now Rama and Tari are still sitting in the temple. Continuing some series of ways that have been arranged by the committee. Throughout the show their faces were so happy. Rama who can not turn a bit from the beautiful face of Dance. Uncountable

how many times has he glanced at the woman who had the title of his current wife.

Their fingers touched each other for the first time, grasping them fully

love's.

You ask how it feels?being on the same stage as people

beloved in a sacred bond of halal marriage.