Algebra Bride
Akad

Aiza lowered her head, her bead eyes moving sideways, right where Akhmar's dashing body was sitting in matching color.  The heart of Aiza deg-degan.  

Couple A wearing matching people-an.  Many praised.  But many also sneered, that Aiza had betrayed her future husband and chose to sleep with another man so that there was a substitute marriage.

Aiza's glued to the spot.  The heart doesn't feel bad. Between pounding and deg-degan blend into one. Feelings are hard to describe. Happy, but also feeling cornered. Yes, Aiza did not know whether to be happy or sad. God has made the man he loves as the one who utters the holy pledge of the qobul, but at the same time he must also be cornered by the skewed views of people who think that he has betrayed a legitimate prospective husband. It's painful. 

Akhmar did not sit on the bridal seat that had been provided, the chair that was beautifully arranged, which had been occupied by Aldan was stooped on the side of Akhmar. Instead Akhmar occupied a chair that should be occupied by guests. It seems that Akhmar deliberately put away the bridal chair and replaced it with a regular chair.

Ismail whispered something to the ear of the ruler, explaining that the name of the bride was changed to Akhmar Adhyasta.  The head of the head only nodded.

Then the ruler uttered a series of kabul sentences to teach Akhmar.

Like undergoing a choir dress rehearsal, Akhmar followed the sentence spoken by pak penghulu, memorizing the names that should be sorted in kabul.

Akhmar's hand has now shaken Ishmael's hand in a sitting position. The hand was very tight and strong. 

Akhmar remained calm, looking at the man who shook his hand modestly. Then a row of eagerly awaited sentences were finally launched, echoing through the speakers. 

"Brother Akhmar Adhyasta!" call Ishmael loud and highlight his sharp eyes.

"Yes" was answered aloud by Akhmar.

"I married and I married you Akhmar Adhyasta bin Adam Al Qomar with Aiza's sister Hulya bint Ismail with her mascar in the form of a ring, Cash.”

"I accept his marriage and marry Aiza Hulya bint Lion with her dowry, cash.”

Ismail's face was red, itchy hands wanted to punch Akhmar's face. It's good to have lions.

Penghulu smiles, considers Akhmar is groggy so mispronounce the name of the future-in-law, could-be in-laws in the lion. 

How is this not getting worse? Akhmar is aji mumpung times yes, want to find the right time to be able to say abah. When else can you do it if not at a time like this? Everyone will assume that Akhmar is groggy so mispronounce the name. Thought Aiza's head-scarf.

"Rumpy?" ask the ruler with a big smile. "This would-be-in-law you loh, cook instead called a lion?" Penghulu glanced at Ismail with a smile that was still wide, unaware Ismail's face had been flushed red with anger.

"Well, wrong? What did I call it?" akhmar asked as if he had just realized from a dream.

"Not the Lion bint, but Ismail bint," said penghulu reminded.

"Okay" Akhmar replied very calmly.  Not a bit guilty.

The qabul sentence is repeated, the pengulu begins to say a series of sentences that he needs to say. 

As it went on, Ismail's face stiffened again, hoping to be anxious, afraid of being ridiculed again the same prospective ghost. Want to rampage and hit the nose pointed Akhmar is also impossible, because in front of the crowd, it can destroy its reputation as a kyai if caught raging in public.  Must take care of the image.

Aiza could only look down, hoping that the sentence Akhmar spoke this time was true, not to miss again.

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