Young Marriage (?)

13. Newlywed II

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"For the newlyweds" said Intan who was slicing onions. She was very diligent, already in the kitchen with Mama and Mommy.

Father, Mother, Arisya and Arsyad did sleep here last night. His other family stayed at the hotel.

They have not come home because later tonight there will be a ceremony at the pesantren as well as tabligh akbar.

"What kindaaa?" my many.

"You just sit still don't need to know" replied Intan.

Ish sucks.

"It's a Mother's child. Arsy didn't bully you last night?" ask Mommy.

"Not Bund. Hiya!"

It's not really that big of a deal, but it makes me blushing.

"Fa, tin Intan cook yeah baby. Mama and Mama will go out for a while" said Mama.

"Where are you going this morning?" many wonder.

"There's. Little kids don't need to know."

Cihhh use secretarahasian. I'm not a kid anymore. Even the marriage.

After saying their greetings they went somewhere.

"Tan, you know where they're going?" my many.

"Some!" he answered while tipping his shoulder.

Apasih that this child knows, but from earlier the same Mama and Mommy but do not nguping just a little chat they are it. Substantial.

"Antibiotics, have you taken a shower?" intan asked with a strange smile.

Erk!

"It's not what you think it is" I said in a fit of rage.

"What am I really thinking?"

"I know you must think weird."

"Basic dirty brains!" he said while laughing. "I'm glad you've started believing in your husband. Later we will not be home again, you really have to learn to trust him from now on" Intan said with a smile.

I hugged her.

"I won't leave you until you find someone who can take care of you like Arsy takes care of me."

"Eh, isn't it that we're going to stay at home? I'll be your honey."

NO!

I immediately let go of my embrace.

"Dont you day ...!" said warned.

"Well, I won't ruin the garden in your heart."

"I know," I said and hugged him again.

"Hey. Lepassin! my cooking is empty."

"Ish you're ruining our sweet moment."

I let out a hug and sat down again at the dinner table to see him cook.

What would I do without him next to me?

Sometimes he's clumsy, but he's also mature.

Sometimes he does it, but he does it too.

Sometimes he talks hurtfully, but he loves too.

He always spoils our sweet moments, but he never makes me sad for too long.

I asked her to stay with me so she wouldn't be lonely.

After I get married, can I stay with him? At least until he finds someone who can make him happy.

"Hey keeps daydreaming!" sergeant Intan. "What dream?"

"My husband. Especially" I replied lying.

"Basic. Instead of daydreaming tell your husband to go down to eat!" its direction.

"All right!"

Just as I was going to the room, I saw that Arsy was already tracked leaning against the kitchen door by folding both his hands to his chest.

Since when did he stand there? Just surprise!

"Gr ...." I scratched my non-itchy nape, so confused what to say. 

He came closer and pinched both of my cheeks.

"Dragon!" my screams growled. Why did he pinch me. Sick knows!

"Luchu!" he said with a smile. "Your nervous expression always makes you angry,"

he stroked my cheek.

"Don't make drama in the kitchen hey bride!" intan said it seemed furious to also see our 'detemptation.

"Your drama character can be right now I'm desperate to find one of the santri in the pesantren. Yes, if the santrinya nerima, if she refuses? There is no way anyone would dare to refuse me. But let's say I'm rejected, I'm so ashamed, I failed your messraan. At least you think about my feelings. And don't let my pure brain be stained by your adult drama" Intan said at length.

Intan what the hell is he talking about? Start not clear.

"Squeaky!" my midget.

Tibatiba Arsy kissed me on the cheek.

"Dragon!"

"Thanks!"

yelled at me and Intan at the same time. Even Intan did not call him 'Abang' anymore so furious.

Arsy ran out of the kitchen.

"Morning kiss!" arsy shouted while laughing.

"Syifaaaa, don't want to know if I want to be merittt right now!" intan whinek.

I didn't pay attention to it. I held my cheek that Arsy kissed.

It's warm!

"Antibiotics! Dreaming of this ish you. Call your beloved husband back for breakfast. Call the others too. I want to get some food now!" intan Command.

"Yes, bring it up" I said, then went out of the kitchen.

***

I don't feel like time has passed.

Day rolling night.

Last day we were busy preparing for the grand tabligh tonight.

Tabligh Akbar was held in the pesantren square. Started after Isya prayer.

The seats of men and women are as usual separated. The woman on the left, the man on the right. In the middle was a distance of one meter without any obstructions.

My family and Arsy's are sitting in the front row. I deliberately chose to sit behind our family alone in the middle of the row with my cousin mingling with the santriwati.

Intan sat at the very end, next to him was Desy, then I and next to me was Zahra.

Aisya sat at the very front with Arisya's brother. You see, she is pregnant young so she said she will be afraid to cram when she comes out.

I was also actually told in front, but lazy. Can't talk. Haha!

I'm honestly, I'm not the kind of kid. Usually if the event is like this I will be sleepy, unless the missionary is exciting. So I like to talk to get rid of my sleepiness. Don't copy me.

Arsy and Dafa passed by, I could hear the whispers of the sisters about them.

They will sit in the front row. From my seat now I can see clearly Arsy was clinginguk looking for someone, from earlier he did not sit still.

"Fa, your husband is like a hot worm. He seems to be looking for you" Zahra half-whispered.

"She's not Syifa's mistress, she's honey for Syifa!" answer Desy.

Intan next to him was already cackling.

"Not so you guys," I said grimly.

Bored from yesterday as cool as my honeymoon, your husband who nyari honey knows your taste.

"Ukht, who was next to Mas Dafa was handsome huh."

"That's handsome. It feels like nyamperin ustadzah let dita'arufin same akhii earlier."

"Eh he's Kiyai's son-in-law's granddaughter."

"Oh, the one who married yesterday."

"He's a polygamist, isn't he?"

The Zahra on my left had already grabbed my arm after hearing the whispers behind us earlier.

The four of us looked at each other. At once we let go of laughter until people looked at us.

We also bowed our heads in apology. Embarrassing.

I focused back on looking ahead.

The wuttsss! Arsy was looking at me. Garagara the santri. Isha!

I was finally found. Hadeuhwas.

"Huh you have a lot of rivals now Fa. Just observe!" intan said that spoke with a laugh.

"They're your rivals not my rivals. Samasama scrambling to be my honeymoon. Ngarep!" my answer.

The three of them laughed again. This time it was slower.

A lot of students know my name but don't know my face. They also only know that this grand tabligh is done in order to celebrate the wedding of the grandson of the pesantren owner without knowing which bride. If you knew I was Arsy's wife, what would they do? Are they gonna propose to Arsy to me? Hahah luchu too if yes.

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After the welcome is completed there is a break before the missionary starts the lecture. And at that moment also saw Arsy who was walking towards me.

Oh My God! What does he want.

Now he's standing right next to my line.

"Tan, can your seat be replaced with Syifa? Bentar doang," he told Intan.

"The newlyweds can't separate for long, huh" Intan grumbled. But still according. He stood up and told me to get up to change seats. I don't want to obey either.

I sat down next to Arsy who was standing. He crouched down to adjust the height with this sitting me.

People are starting to look at us. But it seems like Arsy doesn't care.

Akhwat who was talking about Arsy also saw us. I don't know what they're thinking now.

"Why not sit in front?" tanyakanya.

"Lazy. I'm sleepy."

"Again looking for you."

"I know."

"Wouldn't move forward?"

I'm shaking.

"Replace back there. People see us."

This time he shook his head.

"Abang, this is a woman's place" I whispered.

"Don't know."

Ish furious. Arsy doesn't understand that I'm ashamed. Not ashamed of people, but ashamed of them. His look always made me misbehave.

"Akhii sorry. The show will start again soon. It's the office, please go back to the Brotherhood." Someone came to rebuke us.

I looked at that guy. Oh God! Rendy!

I used to confess to him. He's one of the best students here. He's not very handsome, but he's got an interesting charisma.

I never thought I could see her again. I used to come home from school and look at the Brotherhood's dormitory just to see Rendy. He's got a lot of people here.

Huaaa I'm glad to see her again.

He smiled and left.

Astagfirullah! I'm already married.

Arsh! I just remembered him.

Uh where is he? Wasn't he in front of me?

"Your husband has come back to the front" said Desy as if he knew my confusion.

"When?" my many.

"You're too busy looking at Rendy, your old love, you don't care about your husband" Desy said.

Desy before marriage with my cousin's brother is a santri here. We used to have classes at the aliyah madrasah. That's why he knows Rendy.

"I just don't like him. Not ish's love!" my dispute.

"Easy! Focus ahead, the talk is about to start."

I glanced at Arsy sitting down. Is he angry? Oh my God, what have I done?

Arsy must have felt heart.

***

Tabligh akbarnya finished. Now the dinner. It's ten o'clock at night. If I eat now, I'll be fat.

Now people want to eat food like buffets. No exception my sister-in-law too.

I'm not in line. I don't have an appetite. Free entry with hands like gini.

My eyes are running around looking for Arsy. But I didn't see it. I have to see him. Afraid she's angry about it.

I keep looking. But I didn't find him. Too many people now. Never mind, I'll talk at home later.

"Please hold on!"

Tibatiba somehow came from where Arsy came to put a plate on my lap.

He brought a chair from the Brotherhood line and sat down beside me.

The plate in my lap has changed hands again.

"Open your mouth" he said, feeding me a spoon.

"I'm not hungry."

"After breakfast you have not eaten anything else. Sick later. Let's eat!" her door.

I opened my mouth and ate with Arsy. The passerby watching us I don't care at all.

This morning also Arsy who bribed me, until Intan kicked the dining table because he was upset to see our romantic drama. It was because my hands hurt. It's not that he's the one who always told me not to be disinclined by Arsy.

"Why did you just leave?" my many.

"It wasn't you who told my brother to leave" he replied.

"But you can say something before you go. Not that tibatiba disappeared."

I wonder if he's angry or not seeing me staring at Rendy earlier.

"The only person who didn't hear you said it because he was busy paying attention to the brother," he replied while wiping the corner of my lips that might be comot for talking while eating.

"Anged angry?"

"For?"

Even back to nanya ish. I bit my lips.

"Listen. Brother's not angry. Just a little upset because this brother's wife looked at the youngest child without blinking," he said with a smile.

Even upset, he still smiles. "Abang went straight away because if lamalama saw you like that Abang was afraid to attract you to sit with Abang earlier," he added and rubbed my head.

Aisshhhhhh is right.

***

At 12pm, we were able to go home and rest.

Sisters continued to harass us because they did drama that they thought was romantic in public. Me and Arsy just ate together.

"Don't you right, we're going home tomorrow?" I asked when we were alone in the room.

"Yes. My brother took his leave shortly. And again later we will move to Brother's house. You also have to prepare your items that will be moved. We have a lot of things to do" he said.

Moving out? I haven't thought about moving in actually.

Wouldn't be a problem if I told you I didn't want to move.

I'm afraid he's angry.

But I don't want to move either.

But but but but I'm just getting married when it's been looking for a fuss by refusing his invitation to move. Huaaa I'm confused.

"Abang, can we just stay at my parents' house?"

Finally the question came out of my mouth. He seemed surprised. Is he angry?

I dare not look at him anymore.

***

Seriate.