(Medicine of Revision)Rosalinda
Take Marapulai to the Room Door

“Ah, many reasons!” my elak. Closing my hand, I can't believe it.

“Yes, already if not believe. I was the same Juliana has arrived, after Isya Prayer here. Continue, invited the bridegroom.” details.

“Tau no, Ros..”

“Not knowing!” reply me quickly cut.

“You are, I am not finished speaking.” He put both his hands on his chest, turning his lips.

“Eat him in tau tau,” said I.

“From 8pm we got there, the completion was just over 12pm. For a long time they reply back to my pantun, until my waist aches. And the elder said, that was already including fast. Usually there are until the early hours.”

“Hah? What language is it? Are they a pantun race?” ask me giggles.

“Hust, say what the hell you are, Ros.” cut Uncu in between my conversation and Elvina.

“Indeed that was the deliberation, they used figurative language, not the pantun. So also the title of your husband's name, Sutan Marajo.” Uncu continued.

I was still sitting gracefully accompanied by Elvina and Uncu, who were standing beside my left and right.

Marapulai, or the so-called bridegroom, after being in the umbrella will slowly walk towards my pelaminan, accompanied by dance plates and music.

Ah, wait! Either dance plate, do not dance this offering. I am also confused. You see, the 3 dancers who brought Carano stopped in front of the bride, and gave betel. Then the bride's family took it. Others were still dancing with small plates in their hands.

I don't know what dance, I'm confused too. Importantly they danced in Bundo Kanduang's shirt, which was pointed over his head like a buffalo's horn.

The clattering-ringing of their movement sounds and movements was indeed beautiful.

Finally, the groom arrived before me.

The deg! My heart suddenly wanted to jump from inside my body. Uncu and Elvina immediately went away leaving him who was planning to sit next to me. I slide my ass to give her some space, then she sits next to me.

After that, the betel taken by his family was immediately fed to my mouth and mouth. I'm surprised, do I have to be a parent with Sugi?

This is not my style!!

Ah, it's been. I can't do anything else, I have to. He ate it too, not just me. He said, betel nut must be chewed, if you can not drink or eat it, it's okay in the gunam in the mouth. Myth, let the bride not be disturbed by supernatural beings.

What does it have to do with being married to a supernatural being? Ah, I don't know... Is it in other villages too? Or is it just my village that is too stale?

Hm, something's stuck in my mind right now. I wonder why he can wear the same clothes as me? Did the pickup time start, the makeup artist was immediately taken?

“Ah, I remember!!! The perias has indeed gone one more person since the completion of the magrib.” prayer I muttered in my heart.

Now, I'm sitting with a stranger I never knew before, but he's my husband. And now, I am fully his wife.

His family and the photographer immediately told me to take a friendly photo with him. Yes, how can you be friendly? I don't know him, how can I?

He and I are really stiff. To the extent that my hands were taught by the photographer. He put my hand on the chest of the field of the foreign man, then the hand of the foreign man was placed on my waist. I am so uncomfortable and ashamed.

Some movement and I don't know how many shots lead to us. After that, he held my hand, so that I could sit back well. Because the crown I wear is heavy and I'm in trouble.

Not only the Suntiang or the crown on my head is heavy, but the whole outfit is heavy, full of gold knickknacks in all parts, to other accessories.

A foreign man with a height of 175 cm, black skin sweet, eyelashes and eyebrows thick, nose pointed, lips sexsy filled and face thin. That was the first face I saw.

The mattress that was sprawled to the left of my pelaminan was sat by Grandma, Datuak and Men in long-sleeved white shirts, black base pants.

The man is called a unjuik (Brother of the bridegroom) who carries a bag containing 2 to 3 pairs of groom's clothes.

That is, the male family has handed over his child to the female family completely, and in between by them through Adat. Whole already, now we have become a martyr in the eyes of Law, Religion and Custom.

Because he won't be able to go home, until I'm tomorrow, I'm the In-laws (Come with the family with supplies and wedding cake to the boys' house and hang out there).

My aunt and uncle then held my husband's hand, directing me and him into the room. Yes, it means that I have been blessed with my marriage, I am hers from tonight on.

The last ritual is that Uncle and Aunt take the bridegroom to the door of their Copanakan room, which is Me.

He also made small talk, saying he wanted to sleep outside accompanying his friend the unjuik.

“Holy girl, let her sleep with little brother Ros over there, it's time for you to go to bed. Enter.” said Uncle still standing with Aunt in front of my room door.

That me?

I have entered the room, and asked the fairy to remove everything attached to my body.

Finally, with long pleasantries and pantuns with my Uncle, the stranger entered my room..

“Hadeh, say aja selling expensive. I wanted to enter the room from now on, right? Ribet is very much the same Custom This Istadat.” I monologue with my heart.

Yeah, that's how it should be. You have to make small talk, and sell expensive.

He sat on the edge of the bed, took off his bride's shirt and left behind his white shirt and black basic pants. I also took off my clothes and all the jewelry. Remaining I was dressed in a tangtop and knee-length tights. Then the fairy withdrew herself out, leaving us both.

I went straight to the bathroom, cleaned myself up.

Most importantly, clean this thick makeup. This make up made my face like a mask, very fake. After I came out of the bathroom, I saw him still sitting in his place, by the bed.

Then, after I got out of the bathroom, he also went into the bathroom.

I quickly put on a long nightgown, to cover my entire body. Actually, I was embarrassed when I put a tangtop in front of him, but I pretended not to be ashamed. That said, I only wear a tangtop in the room, only certain people see me that hot.

Before long, he came out of the bathroom, with a wet face and slightly wet hair. “Dek, borrow a prayer mat.” he said later.

I took her straight away.

“The intention is to come here huh Dek?” ask her. I replied with a nod of the head.

“What Adek want to pray too?” ask her back.

“No, earlier Dzuhur prayer until Isya I did not pray. Tomorrow again I start from dawn prayer,” I said casually.

He just looked at me, a few seconds later he continued praying 2 raka'at.

My question is, what is he praying?

If you say dawn, it's still 3 in the morning. When you say tahajjud? He's not waking up, so what is he praying? What else is pretending to be in front of me?

Yeah, I'm starting to have bad thoughts about this foreign man with husband status.

After he finished praying, he folded his prayer mat and sat down on the edge of the bed. I was also still sitting on the edge of the bed earlier, watching him pray.

“Tadi Prayer what?” ask me.

He frowned at me. “Indeed, Adek didn't know ya?” tanyakanya.

“Enggak.” reply me quickly.

“What was yesterday the training time in KUA office, Adek not taught with them?” ask her.

“Shit!!! You mean this foreign man is mocking me stupid right? And now I get caught, because I don't listen to the chatty humans who spoke in the KUA office yesterday well?” my inner.