Trapped in the Love of Brondong
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The murottal chant of the Qur'an sounded loud. Two women are busy with their duties. One woman whose age ranges from a dozen years is willing to accept the edict of another woman whose age is far above her.
"Get her mama tissue again, son. I've approached the same places, Mba Juna do not cry continue to dong. Later the makeup is not optimal." the woman held back tears that had been lodged in the eye fertilizers.
"It was not on purpose, Tan. They were also detained. But keep going out." Juna who was on the back of the chair looked at the bride.
"Mba Juna got married huh? like not happy."
"Haah!! watch your talk, Nduk. Can't do people's business!" prevent the woman, her assistant who was her own child just smiled.
"You're curious, Ma. Usually the bride is that sumringah. Sorry, Mba Juna."
"It's okay, Dis. Mba is not in a match. It's a happy cry." replied Juna, The girl's name is young woman, still high school she does like to help her mother work if she is off school.
As soon as the room came back to silence, the Surah of Ar-Rahman sounded calming.
"Juna right!" Our first meeting at the airport was the last time, actually not the first he said. But I felt like that was my first meeting.
"All right, let's eat there!" he chose to leave the restaurant that sells his favorite food in order to comply with my wishes that are contrary to his likes even though he was already on the doorstep of the restaurant.
"Wait, I'm Jun." the wave of the hand and the sweet smile were still lingering in memory. The way he was angry when he saw me with Marchel after coming home from Makassar, his eyes were glazed as he gave a box containing all sorts of things he bought with his own money. Continued with a proposal event that is far from the dream of all girls. Haah! I'm already at this point. Yes, in a few minutes my status will change.
Every time I close my eyes, my love journey is like a short movie playing in a movie theater.
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"I received Junawati binti Rudi Pratama's marriage with a mascawin a set of prayer supplies, a gold ring, and a cash house!" aloud without hesitation Adzka answered the ijab of his father-in-law.
The morning marriage was legal. Adzka has now become a husband. After I finished the bride who looked beautiful also approached. Positioning herself next to the charming looking man who looked very happy just like her current self.
"Now you are officially husband and wife. But there is a little itchy mouth to ask, Nak Mas. It's a little different than her dowry from another bride?" the older ruler asked the question, maybe not only he had questions like that.
"Everything seems to be one!" continue again
"Hehe, yes sir. As the dowry says, I want the one next to me to be the only one in my heart, and I want to give my best to him. A set of prayer equipment, worship in the future is my responsibility, I want him to get comfort while worshiping. One ring ... when the engagement was first the mother who bought it was not me, and one house .. it was my dream, I will give full rights to my wife ayas the house, because dowry is fully the right of a wife." pak pengulu mangosteen.
"May your marriage be a blessing, be a true family mawaddah warohmah" said penghulu while giving a file that must be signed.
Prayer becomes the closing of the sacred event which is led directly by the bride and groom. With sincere hopes for the happiness of her beloved daughter, Rudi occasionally seemed to wipe away the crystal crystal grains that fell from her eyes.
"Ish, like a little boy, you!" Erwin who had been holding himself back from speaking finally let out his voice.
Following the laughter of the guests present, the two looked awkward and timid, knowing the first experience.
"May be a happy family until death do us part. So obedient wife, do not forget often tengokin papa and mother here." Rudi kissed Juna's forehead for a long time.
"Don't cry! papa's happy. Later your makeup faded, your husband became aware that the wrong choice!" seductive Rudi, no pinching or anything else that Juna used to do, but a hug.
"Juna will always be there, Papa. Juna won't stay, Papa." said the girl
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"Mama tipped Adzka yes! You know, you love her more than yourself! Forgive me, my mother who has doubted you!" said Mama-in-law who currently has embraced Juna tightly with tears that no longer drip but flow so swift.
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The bond in Juna's heart that has been making it crowded when remembering his mother-in-law, as if released. All the burdens of his mind. The wedding that had been imagined was full of drama Korean films when visiting her husband's mother's house seemed to disappear. It turns out Fatmala has indeed received it completely, No more said your mother my mother in her marriage now. There is only our mother.
Juna also shed happy tears. It is time to be a good wife and child for her husband and two in-laws.
Bitter memories are not to always be remembered, sometimes bitter ones are always even medicinal and sweet ones can also bring mudhorat.
A green dress with a hijab attached to cover the crown of the woman is so harmonious on the face and body of the bride, a happy hue radiates from her ayu face.
Congratulations flood on his social media, from the invitees present and certainly from his friends.
Juna closed his eyes, as the memory of Mila insinuating a prayer of congratulations for the marriage of time.
"Aamiin" he said, as if he heard the prayer said by Mila who was now happy in heaven.
Sorry for the long update, guys. I hope you like this part, the criticism and advice is still accepted. 🙏
Come dong komen, I want to say makasi because udag want to read my work 😁
