Aksara For Arsyilla
Wedding Day

Exactly one month passed, now Arsyilla was decorated with a white Kebaya that was so fitting on her body. With a rag that wraps his waist up to his feet. Following the tradition of his family, Paes (head ornaments on the forehead made of black pidih) is depicted on his forehead, and also reroncean Roses, Jasmine, and Kenanga are increasingly beautifying him. Arsyilla was immediately seen as Princess Keraton who had just come out of Kaputren. Her face is adorned with natural makeup with a selection of soft pink lipstick that makes the woman's elegance look so clearly there.

Arsyilla bounced herself in the mirror, not expecting that she would get married so soon. Within a month, the wedding day arrived.

“You're ready, Syilla?” khaira asked as she entered her daughter's room.

“Already Ma,” replied Arsyilla while turning to see the face of her Mother.

Unable to hold back her tears, Khaira cried to see her little daughter who became a bride today.

“Masyaallah, you are very beautiful, dear.” Khaira spoke while embracing Arsyilla's shoulder.

There is no denying that Arsyilla's face is so beautiful, but there is a semblance of pleasure that seems to hide behind the makeup.

“Ma, what if this marriage doesn't work? Because, I did not fully know him, and there was no love between us,” asked Arsyilla by twisting the end of the kebaya lace she wore.

Helaan breathes out of Khaira, her daughter's current situation is almost the same as her when she first married her husband. Without knowing each other and no love ties the two. However, as time passes, the two can get to know each other, have each other, and love each other.

Slowly Khaira patted her daughter's shoulder gently, “Try to get to know your husband. If there is a problem, talk about it both. Do not involve others, including your own parents, to interfere with your problems. Talking heart to heart with your partner will be more helpful,” the mother told her daughter.

Arsyilla nodded, “Good Ma ...”

Afterwards Khaira helped her daughter to stand up, tidying up the flower reroncean on her head that fell to her side of her chest, tidying up the white kebaya worn by Arsyilla, and also clasped his daughter's hand to go to the Marriage Accord that will soon be carried out below.

“We go to the room now, Aksara is waiting for you,” Khaira said as she clasped her daughter's hand down her room and united with Aksara who was waiting for her below.

Although the wedding is only done at home, but Raditya's residence is decorated with a variety of Arsyilla's favorite flowers. Also some relatives and neighbors around the housing also received wedding invitations Arsyilla and Aksara. Below, Aksara has prepared using a white beskap, matching the kebaya that Arsyilla is wearing at the moment.

The man seemed to sit quietly and wait for his bride-to-be to arrive. Until when capturing the figure of Arsyilla who came with his own hand by Mama Khaira, as if Aksara was fixated to see Arsyilla, Lecturer who this time was like an angel who came down from kahyangan. Arsyilla's beauty was clearly imprinted on her face. Although Arsyilla walked while looking down, but Aksara could clearly see that Arsyilla was so graceful and beautiful.

Until slowly, Mama Khaira sat Arsyilla beside Aksara. Both were silent, at a loss for words.

“Can we start now?” ask the ruler who sits before the two brides.

Both Radit and Aksara nodded. Radit then shook the hand of the young man to whom he would hand over his precious treasure, the man also took a deep breath.

“I marry you, and I treat you to my Daughter Arsyilla Kirana Princess Raditya bint Raditya Wibisono with a dowry and a set of cash prayer tools.” Papa Radit finally said that sacred sentence.

“I received marriage and marriage Arsyilla Kirana Putri Raditya bint Raditya Wibisono with the dowry cash.”

The scriptures pronounce the Ijab of the Qobulnya in one breath, until the forerunner and the witness of the marriage say,

“Sah!”

Arsyilla was powerless to shed her tears, today she has been officially hosted by Aksara, her own student. There was a bruise stuck in the chest. Never thought she would be the wife of her own student. The marriage that took place today is not based on love, but the marriage that occurred due to one night's mistake.

Same with Mama Khaira and Mother Kanaya, who also shed her tears. A sense of haru enveloped the two middle-aged women, seeing that the son and daughter were no longer children, but the son and daughter had become adults who were ready to take charge of building a household together.

The chanting of the holy verse of the Quran was chanted, then Aksara and Arsyilla both cupped their palms and looked up. Observing each of these verses.

Then the event continued with the embedding of rings on the ring finger of each bride. Arsyilla first put the wedding ring on the ring finger of Aksara, then the girl lowered her face to kiss the back of her husband's hand. Later, Aksara also placed a wedding ring on Arsyilla's ring finger, then kissed her on the forehead.

After the exchange of rings, Aksara and Arsyilla both proceed to the sungkeman procession as a form of devotion and respect given by the child to his parents. A form of gratitude and gratitude for giving guidance and affection from birth until finally they get married. Arsyilla took a prostration position and asked Papa Radit for his blessing first.

“Papa, previously forgive Arsyilla, Pa... pray also for this wedding Arsyilla,” he said sobbing. It was unexpected that tears were back in the corner of his eyes.

When before, Radit felt so angry and disappointed with his daughter, this time the man shed his tears, unable to hold the haru in his chest.

“Pardon Papa too, Syilla .. forgive Papa. Of course, Papa will pray for you. Your happiness is Papa's happiness. Accept and live all this and dedicate yourself to your husband,” the advice of Radit to his daughter.

After giving his blessing, Radit hugged his daughter affectionately and kissed Arsyilla on both cheeks.

“Papa dear you, Syilla,” greeting was just sliding from the lips of Radit.

As if the disappointment that once enveloped his heart, now replaced with a sense of affection that seemed to be endless releasing his daughter to start her new life with another man.

“Mama, pray for Syilla too, Ma,” Arsyilla gasped and kowtowed in front of Mama Khaira.

Quickly Khaira shrugged Arsyilla and hugged her, “For sure Mama will pray for you. Try to be sincere and live it. Get to know your husband and fill the water tank of your two love together,” the advice of Mama Khaira to Arsyilla.

Arsyilla nodded, “Syilla dear Mama,” he said with a sob.

“Mama loves you more too, dear. Arsyillanya Mama, Mama's little daughter. I Love U,” said Khaira replied to the affection of her daughter.

The two old men now both hugged Arsyilla with a cry of haru. Praying and blessing with tears. Arsyilla, the child they gave birth to and raised had become the wife of others, a feeling of sadness and happiness moved the blue into one.

After that, it was the turn of the Aksara who prostrated and asked Papa Radit and Mama Khaira for their blessing.

“Pa, please pray blessing for our marriage together,” said the young man by lowering his face.

Radit patted the young man on the shoulder and hugged him, “Your head, Papa put our precious treasure that is Arsyilla. Take care of him, love him, and if indeed the journey you both have a mistake of Arsyilla, guide him,” his advice to his daughter-in-law.

“Iya Papa, Aksara will take care of Arsyilla wholeheartedly even with the life of Aksara himself,” he replied seriously and made sure that he will always take care and love Arsyilla.

Then, Aksara now prostrated before Khaira, this time the young man appeared to shed his tears while prostrating before Khaira. His breath appeared, “Ma, forgive Aksara, Ma .. pray also for our marriage,” he said with tears that bathed his eyes.

Khaira nodded, “Sure Aksara, everything that has happened may be a lesson for both of you. Mama wishes you and Arsyilla would be happy together. Aging together,” his prayers for Aksara.

After the sungkeman with Papa Radit and Mama Khaira, then Arsyilla and Aksara also did a sungkeman to the Father of Bisma and Mother of Kanaya.

“Dad, Mother .. pray for both of us,” said Arsyilla with tears.

Mother Kanaya also immediately embraced Arsyilla, “Sure Arsyilla, Father and Mother will pray for you. Accompany Aksara, and love each other yes,” advice from Mother Kanaya to Arsyilla.

“Arsyilla Kirana, his little patient Uncle Doctor who is now my son-in-law. I love you too, Arsyilla. And Dad pray we are happy with Dad's son,” said Father Bisma who apparently still remembers that Arsyilla was the patient first.

“Now, don't call Uncle Doctor again yes, call Dad. Welcome to the Pradana Family. Daddy and Mommy love you very much too,” said Father Bisma while hugging Arsyilla.

The blue atmosphere in the procession was finally over, and the event was continued with photos with family, relatives, and some invited guests present.

In her heart, Arsyilla pleaded that the marriage that began with this disaster would not trouble her. The woman stood, standing with the man who is now her husband with a heart that continues to plead with God, hopefully, a happy day will also greet his marriage with a man who only he knows as a student.