Young Marriage (?)

12. Newlywed

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I sat down in a place that was prepared.

I saw that there was Brother Arisya and Mother who were smiling at me. But I didn't see Dad. The seats of women and men are deliberately separated.

Someone came. At first I thought that Arsy was approaching, it was Papa. Papa hugged me and kissed my head long ago.

Papa's crying.

"Congratulations Brother. Finally, my sister got married too. Brother's already somebody's wife now. But even so, Brother will still be Papa's son. It's just that now Brother has a husband that Brother should prioritize. Respect and obey your husband while not contrary to the Shari'at. So the sholehah wife. Papa dear Brother."

"Sister too dear Papa. Thank you for marrying Brother. Halal eating drink Brother all this time," replied me who is still in Papa's arms. "It's not a dream, is it, Pa? You're really married, right now?"

"Yes dear."

Papa's divorcing a hug.

"Not crying anymore. Not beautiful anymore, Papa's son."

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Now it's time for the wudhlu water cancellation ceremony. Tradition of malay.

I bowed my head as Arsy started to approach. My heart beats faster as it gets closer to me.

I could see his feet in front of me. Now he sits in front of me.

"Wouldn't look at you?" said.

I'm getting pounding. The crack of my heart felt uncontrollable again when I heard her voice that was so close to me.

He's holding my chin. Cold hands. My body was shaking cold with his touch. For the first time ajnabi's men touched me.

He lifted my chin so I could look at him.

DEG DEG!

Time seemed to stop when my eyes looked right at his eyes.

I saw those lips smiling, a smile that always fascinated me like always.

I saw a scratch on his face.

My eyes fell on his temple. He's wounded.

"What's the matter?" I was panicking and my hand reflexively held her bandaged temple.

"Awwww!" i grimaced.

Yes me. He's the one who's hurt, but I'm the one who grimaces.

I didn't realize what I was giving you was my right hand that was still recovering.

"Hey!" she said gently while holding my hand.

"Ehm!" deheman Intan made me realize that it wasn't just me and Arsy here. There are many eyes looking at us. They smiled meaningfully.

"WIFE sehati. One bandaged, uh the other followed, too" said Intan making everyone present laugh.

I'm ashamed now. But my worry is bigger. What happened to Arry? I can't stop staring at him. Why am I sad to see him hurt.

"Later to explain," he whispered as if he understood what was on my mind at this moment.

"It's time to sheathe the ring dear," said Mother who was beside Arsy.

I put a ring on Arsy's finger. It's a bit impolite because I use my left hand. The ring that Arsy wears is not gold but made of Titan (Say it can be made of Titan, if you can't please tell me your friends).

It was Arsy's turn to put the ring on me. I looked at my hand wrapped in bandages. I can't possibly wear the ring.

Tibatiba Arsy put on me a necklace with my wedding ring in it.

"Perfects!" said it.

I'm moved. Arsy has prepared everything.

I should have kissed the back of Arsy's hand after this. But I can't do it anymore. Arsy then kissed my old ubunubun.

Camera shots were heard as Arsy did that.

Someone told Arsy to kiss me on the cheek too. Crazy one!

This is not public consumption. Other than that I'm ashamed. I also have to keep other people's feelings in check. Maybe someone doesn't like it, who knows.

Finished the cancellation of the water wudhlu, me and Arsy sungkem to our parents. Mother kissed my cheek a few times. He seems very happy. Huaaa and now I can hug Dad too, even though Dad's gang is Intan but still I can hug him now. Intan Cowry.

Oh yeah, don't forget we're bowing to Grandpa, too. I'm his favorite grandson, he must be sad to take me off like this. Luph you Grandpa!

After that our brothers and relatives took turns to congratulate us.

I don't know how sorry I said that I couldn't shake hands with them.

I'm busy serving the Arsy family. Arsy's been busy serving my family. It's like me and Arsy were deliberately kept away. So mean.

Be patient, heart. God willing I have a lifetime to be with Arsy.

***

Now I'm in my room. Tired after a day of serving Mara's brother. I put my body on the bed. I really like this room.

"A real tired, huh?"

Arsy's question surprised me. Since when was he in my room? I didn't realize he was coming in.

I got up and sat in bed.

"Yes" I replied weakly.

"When has it been in my room?"

"First, this is OUR room. Second, Brother has been here long enough, to be able to enjoy a little collection of your photos," he said then glanced at the wall of the room.

I'm pecking my face. My picture without the hood. Aissshh!

Arsy approached and sat down in front of me.

"So I can't wait to see the real live" he said teasingly.

I feel like I'm getting blushing now. He even smiled.

"Go take a bath to be fresh. After that we called Isya ya!" its direction.

We did not have time to congregate together because Arsy prayed in the mosque.

I got out of bed and opened my closet.

"It's a towel for you to take a bath" I said, holding out the towel I took from my closet. "Bag a shower first. I took a long shower."

I unpacked Arsy's bag after he went into the bathroom. Not because it's disrespectful, but I want to provide clothes for him. I've been his wife, it's my job to prepare his clothes.

While Arsy took a shower I went down to Intan's room. Ask him to take off my clothes. My circumstances like this limited me to doing anything.

I took a shower in Intan's room.

I went back to my room with a state of complete fame.

Looks like Arsy's been waiting for me upstairs. She was wearing the clothes I provided, I felt appreciated.

For the first time we prayed together as husband and wife. Hearing the chanting of the Qur'an verse that Arsy read made me calm. God, his voice is so beautiful.

After the prayer, Arsy invited me to teach together. He corrected my wrong reading. He also explained the meaning of the letter I read.

I am lucky to have him as my husband.

"Let Abang help," he said when he saw me having trouble opening my face after finishing teaching.

"Thank you" I said as she let go of my face.

"Your dear brother accept," he replied without taking his eyes off me.

"Ke .. Why is my brother looking at me like that?" many nervous.

Arsy touched my unraveled hair.

"Beautiful!" muttered.

I averted my eyes.

"Ish is Brother. Brother embarrassed me."

"You're a tomato again now. "

"Rp ... Brother."

"Yes?"

"Thank you for marrying me" I said sincerely.

"Thank you also be brother's wife," she replied and rubbed my head gently.

"Hmm Bang, why is your temple hurt?" I'm still curious about his injuries.

"Accident when I was going to be here earlier. He forced me to drive himself. Fortunately it was only a small wound," he replied grimly.

The accident? so that's why he was late. But is it true that he was only slightly injured?

"Let's go to sleep. We still have plenty of time to talk later!" bring him.

"Ti .. tii .. dur?"

"Yes sleep."

"Ab .. abbb. I ... I haven't .... "

"Hey we're just sleeping. Don't worry tonight you're not gonna do anything" he said.

Can you believe me not saying?

"But if the next night does not promise yes," he continued.

"Dragon!" my anger.

He even laughed.

After cleaning the prayer equipment earlier, we then lay down on the mattress. We are tired today.

Then she wrapped her hands around my waist. Pulls me into his arms. What the fuck.

"Good night!" he said while kissing my forehead.

I finally fell asleep in his arms.

***

I woke up from my sleep. Arsy's first face greeted my eyes. A little surprised at first, but I remember that yesterday I was married.

I looked at the sleeping Arsy's face. Still handsome.

"Satisfied with looking at your face?" the tanyanya surprised me.

Her voice when she woke up sounded sexy. Aisshhh what do you think Syifa.

Arsy smiled, "Baby!" said it.

The first time Arsy called me baby.

Why does it feel like there is a garden in my heart.

"Abang wake. We pray at dawn first" I said without returning his morning congratulations.

"How can you wake up if you hold your brother" he replied.

I looked at my beautiful hand. What I'm doing. I am ashamed.

Last night, Arsy hugged me. Why am I holding her now.

I immediately let go of my embrace and then woke up.

Arsy got up and sat down beside me.

"You want my brother to help you get some water?" tanyakanya.

I know this time Arsy didn't mean to tease me. He sincerely wants to help.

"It's okay. I can do it myself. Wudhluku will cancel if you hold it."

"Judah there wudhlu first" he said as he stroked my head.

This is something I really like. When someone stroked my head, I felt very loved.

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Arsy helped me wear my face with care for fear of touching my skin. Luchu once saw his expression as he tidied my face.

As usual, we studied for a while.

"Will you shower now? Let me prepare Brother's clothes," I asked while tidying up.

We didn't take a shower before, because we woke up late. The dawn time is over.

"You go first."

"Ehhh I just take a bath downstairs, Bang."

Arsy approached me. Holding my shoulder.

"You're brother's wife now. You know you're still ashamed of your brother. From now on, you have to get used to it. You know we just got to know each other, but we're not forced marriages, are we?

And you have to remember, not always Intan will stay with us right? one day she will live with her husband. You should get used to asking for help from now on. Come on now you take a shower here. Let Brother help you take off your clothes, just calm down you will not take a chance on your body. Brother knows you have a right, but you also must not force you to do things without your permission. So allow Brother?"

Arsy was right too. Now or later it's the same shame that will remain, and that's natural. Sooner or later I have to get used to it.

I nodded in agreement.

***

I'm preparing Arsy's clothes like last night. After helping me get dressed, it was her turn to take a shower.

I was so embarrassed, but Arsy didn't why me. What should I worry about.

"Coralrrggghhh!" I cried when I saw Arsy come out of the bathroom with a towel. First time seeing that guy in front of me. The body is tough. Aisshh Syifa!

I who was combing my hair immediately dropped my comb.

"Why you?" ask her while laughing. He took the clothes I prepared and put them on without hesitation. Crazy one! He doesn't know if I'm here. Is he not ashamed. Isha! I immediately turned my eyes.

She did, but I blushing.

"Yes, you have first aid, right?" ask her while helping to tie my hair. Just know I'm in trouble.

"There was. Why?"

Uh he called me 'Syi' which is weird, but I like it.

"You change the bandage."

I got her a first aid box. He sat in front of the mirror and started to open the bandage on his forehead.

"Let me do it" I said.

I told him to face me, and then helped him open the bandage on his temple. But hard. My hand was also injured.

I took a chair and sat down in front of him.

Uhh it's still hard to do that. He was tall despite sitting so.

Want to help but even troublesome.

Arsy laughed.

I looked down, biting my lips.

Arsy stood up and pulled me to the bed. Told me to go up on the bed. What's he want? Good Lord!

Arsy put his head on my thigh.

"Let's do it!" said.

"Well what?" I'm still confused.

"Replace the bandage of the Brother."

"Huh. Oh yeah!"

With a position like this it is easier for me to do it.

Finished changing the bandages I asked permission to leave the room to help Mama in the kitchen. Although I certainly won't help anything in the kitchen, but being alone with Arsy in the room makes me feel bad.

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Seriate.