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The Dinda POV

March 02, 2020, not a pretty date. It will be a historic day for me. Where exactly today I'm going to give up my singles at almost twenty.

Hem, really excited from waking up this morning. The event will last two hours, while waiting for the men to come.

O Allah, when I met him twice, after the proposal and the night after the proposal. The rest we never contest. Mothers and Mothers of Sharif forbid both of us to reply via any message. I'm just fine-grained.

"Don't be nervous Din." Melisa who had been waving in my house from yesterday whispered encouraging words.

I was just scratching and smiling, agitated of course. O Allah, Mother's child the same father already want to marry this.

"Wi's a handsome guy, isn't Din?" Melisa asked once a boy, this one child from the beginning knowing my marriage must be asked doi handsome ngaknya.

"Flat." Well, I don't deny that. Sharif Maufiq Altama is the most handsome of all the men who tried to approach me. Although I still do not accept it a little.

The Javanese-Malaysian blend and there is little European spice from his grandfather, making his face emm-yummy. Haha.

Let me explain later, which is certain that I am currently nervous half to death.

"Good, if not handsome, I'll run away from you. Kasian kasian dah kamunya ugly, doi also ugly. How's your son doing?" Astaghfirullah Melissa! The mouth, fortunately I was again dandy, if not I was unyel-unyel. Three kids laughed until they laughed. Substantial.

"The mouth conditioned Mbak. Watch out for you later." As warm as Melisa's mouthed mouth, want me to taste kruek.

"Hehehe, okay. I want to see Sikon first, you're fine at the dress up Mama." Melisa got up from her seat, about to leave the room she said she saw sikon. At best see his new crush, my neighbor who helped at home.

"Beautiful mother of dandanin, my friend."

The fairy masters just nodded with a smile. Wonder if they saw Melisa.

Hah, O Allah send forth today and the next day. Aamiins.

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"How are the witnesses, legitimate?!"

"Baahhh!!!"

"Alhamdulillah."

Oh my God, my tears are melting. I don't belong to Mom and Dad anymore. I am now legally the wife of Sharif Maufiq Altama. I wish I could trust you, Aamiin.

"The spell is mewek." Mom came in with Melisa - I'm still in the room. I saw a tear in my eyes. Ah, Mother though fierce, but you are still the best.

I rushed straight into Mom's arms, still with tears in my eyes.

"Not crying, ugly. Smudge the powder." Mom's still joking.

"Mother, sorry Dinda yes, if all this makes it difficult for Mother and Father. Can't be a good boy, still angry, childish. Thank you for being the best mom for Dinda." I said with tears in my eyes.

"Ssttt, Dinda's only mother's daughter."

I hugged Melisa, my best friend since Orok.

"Cups. Cup. Manten can't be sad."

Letting go of Melisa's embrace, I wiped my tears, I can't be sad on my happy day.

"Well out, Sharif is waiting." Bring Mom.

My mother is on my right, and Melisa is on my left. We walked to where the meeting took place earlier.

The atmosphere of the living room is quite crowded, most of them waiting in the building where the reception will be. Only the nuclear family is here.

Father, he seemed to be smiling. His handsome face began to look wrinkled, there was a face of haru there.

While the two Masku, Mas Danang and Mas Dino and their wives and children, stood beside the Father, smiled. Not a smile like usual.

And not far from them there came out Altama, who is now also my family.

"There come to your husband." Whisper Mom when we get near them. My eyes were fixed on the figure of a man in traditional Javanese dress. He's my priest. His figure smiled, making me nervous and blushing. Aih, but blushing is not Dinda.

I walked over to him, "Assalamualaikum, my priest." My greeting while peeping his hands that feel warm.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, my mother." Sharif answered while stroking the tip of my head. After that he peed my forehead. Astaghfirullah, it feels nano-nano.

I was embarrassed too, let alone heard the ridicule from my family.

The show and its sequel are over. And we immediately slid into the building where the contract will be direct.

Of course the idea didn't come from my family, the in-laws proposed it. Hah, however my in-laws are rich, there must be a lot of colleagues they want to invite.

Oh, God, hold my hand. I want to lose my taste. How famous is the Altama family? His guests are amazing to Allah.

"What's the big deal?" Syarif asked while twitching my right arm, ugh delicious.

"He'em." Reply potluck.

"Please, it's over."

I just scratched, her gentle hand massage lulled me.

"Manten new is impatient nih gaes, want to say hi, hahah" Chir klimis men with batik clothes that appear suddenly in front of us. Together with two others with mocking laughter.

Sharif shakes his head, "get him married there. Don't just collect a girl." Reply Sharif.

"Uluh-ten, Aa' Sharif sulks gaes, haha." Tempt the other friend who wears a black suit.

"You go home, you bother." Dismissed Sharif, shaking his hand.

They are not offended even more laugh cheerfully. Substantial.

"Hay, I'm Adrian Martadinata. Ian's pot, shackled by all of them." The man with the batik reached out to ask me to get acquainted.

Plaque!

"No need to hold hands." Sharif put Ian's hand strong.

"Rif Pain." Ian complained that only got Sharif's plot.

"I'm Azka Hutama. Youngest of them." Now it's the man's turn to wear a suit, but not extend a hand. Afraid of getting hit by Sharif maybe, hihi.

"And I Aldric Aldero's. Call me Al, smarter then them." Oh, the last one was his face.

"Okay, she's Dinda Amelia. My wife." My mouth has not been opened yet, Sharif has preceded me first.

"Woy, it's not you." Ian Protests.

"Oh, go home. We're gonna take a break." Sharif immediately pulled my hand away from them.

"Asek, want the first night of gaes, hahaha." Shouted Ian, who was greeted by the laughter of other guests.

Oh God, my shame.

"Hey, slow down." My protest, look at me walking staggered by the swift pull of Sharif.

Duk!

"Oh, sick." What the hell is my forehead doing? Why did Sharif stop.

"Devents."

I'm confused, "do you mean?"

"Call Brother, not hey." Sharp speech. Still want to be called brother.

"Abang. Uh."

"less sweet."

"There's no sugar."

"Repeat." His defeat.

"No, let's go in. I'm fucking up." I whine, I whine anyway.

"Call my sweet brother first." Oh my God, should ya?

"Abaaanggg, bye."

Cup. Sharif peeped short of my forehead.

"Let's go in." Syarif-ralat Abang Syarif pulled me into the hotel room that would be where we stayed.

Don't think about it, we just want to sleep, nothing more.

Okay, good night.

TBC...

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