Almahyras
Section 60: Walimatul'ursy (1)

Luxurious.

Not simple anymore.

Black, white and dark gray decorations are the right choice, this entire wedding hall is on a full day rental by Kiai Bashir. Even this hall was separated a little given a tent for a place of worship. Alma did not know this walimatul'ursy would be finished at what time, but what he believed might be a long time.

The flowers are arranged on the sides of the table, white and beautiful maroon red. The smell of this hall was calming, there was not even a place that was not illuminated by lights. All bright. From what Alma heard Lazuardi hotel is a luxury lodging place that is owned by the Adiwangsa family. Kiai Bashir was good friends with Manggala Adiwangsa, so his son Gautama Adiwangsa recommended this hotel to be a wedding.

A week went by very quickly. Alma has prepared herself. But if you look around again. Alma can't believe this is just a family event. Because it is too magnificent for some people, he was not sure who came a little. Must've been plenty. Very much.

"The lips are reddish, Ma'am. I don't like mbak, sorry," Alma said.

The bride makeup artist laughed lightly. "No pa-pa Ma'am Alma don't have to apologize anyway. I'll replace the one that's a bit nude."

"Mbak roughly pink flot fits right? I'm afraid it will be ugly" said Alma again while looking at himself in front of the mirror.

The makeup artist applied a pink lipstick flot on Alma's lips. "A little pale, huh Ma'am? I'm adding red isn't pa-pa, is it? Promise not reddish like that, really."

Alma nodded. "Yes, Mother. Just the second, the important thing is not too menor."

Done it.

Alma's makeup is over, the wedding dress, until the veil has been used until neat. Beautiful and charming, if that is what he heard many times from his father-in-law and also Salwa.

"Sister Alma, surely Mas Jafar is fascinated. Sure I'm sure, brother," said Salwa. His sister-in-law took out the device in a sling bag. "Selfi yuk, Brother. I'll upload it later."

"Later to upload it. After Masmu saw his face, Brother Alma," said Umm Salamah.

Salwa nodded her head swiftly at the click of the camera button, taking photos several times. "God, I am so beautiful, my sister-in-law. Duh, it's really fascinating."

"I guess later if I marry as beautiful as Brother. Haunno ..." Salwa shifts the screen. "In a pretty photo. The original is more beautiful. Wonder, Oh Allah ..."

Alma just smiled faintly and shook her head.

"About I'll be as pretty as my sister, right? Marriage," said Salwa again.

Ummi Salamah said, "Inget age, Salwa. Still school can't think of marriage."

Salwa pout. "Yes-yes, Bi. My man's just a-anu's thinking shit about me."

Is correct. Salwa is the female version of Lutfan. Alma suddenly fell silent when the penghulu led the husband of Aunt Bunga and Jafar to hold a wedding contract again. I don't know if his heart was pounding again as if it had never happened. His hands were suddenly wet, he was very nervous. But this has all happened. Kiai Bashir said it was okay to carry out the second contract, because it would not damage the marriage.

The door suddenly knocks. Looked like Aunt Sulis opened up. "Let's get out, kid. It's done with."

Alma walked slowly accompanied by Ummi Salamah, Aunt Bunga and Aunt Sulis. His heart was pounding, walking down the black carpet in harmony with the decor. From a distance Jafar seemed to smile thinly, the cheers of Salwa and Kirana really could not avoid. It was too noisy, but he was happy to hear it.

"I kissed her husband's hand first, Nduk," Kiai Bashir said as Alma had sat right next to Jafar.

"Mas ... his hand," said Alma.

Jafar's right palm opened, the next second Alma greeted with a kiss on her husband's hand several times. The camera flash took a couple of portraits, so it felt a little inadequate. The glint made him unable to see clearly, because it was precisely reflected in his net.

"Look, Mas" whispered Alma.

Jafar nodded as if understanding.

All files have been signed. Jafar and Alma have legally officiated the marriage, all the world knows that Jafar is his. Again, his.

"Aren't you going to kiss my forehead?" whispered Alma again.

Jafar shook his head, the man turned his gaze to Kiai Bashir.

Really bummer.

"Cayo-ayo. The groom has not kissed his wife's forehead, may dong Mas in his wife's berta bertar. These beautiful memories should not be missed" said the photo-taker.

Alma smiled ignorantly. Would you like to not he? Jafar turned around, raising his face with slightly reddened ears. Husband embarrassed!

As Jafar heard Alma say, "I told the photographer to, I told him not to. You are this!"

"Yep! It's." Already." Photographers practice hand grips that link fingers together. "Can this?"

Alma nodded.

"Actually .. I am also ashamed, Mas," whispered Alma.

Some photo poses have been taken. Until it was time to eat the first meal, he was hungry, very hungry. But unfortunately, the food place is too far, Ummi, Salwa or who is not seen passing in front of him. Or at least hotel staff? Why so far away?

"Mas, I'm laper."

Jafar.

"I'm laper. I'm thirsty too. Tired of the photos."

Jafar will rise. But Alma held it in her arm. "Where are you going, Mom? Don'tgo. I don't want to be alone."

Jafar suddenly laughed. The man wrote in the notebook. "I'm just going away for a while. I'm not leaving you."

"Your eyes were hungry and thirsty. Can hold it?" write Jafar.

Just as Alma's mouth was about to open again, suddenly there was a female staff passing by. "Mbak-mbak!"

The staff looked and approached. "Yes, Brother? Can I help you?"

"Sorry ... Can you please take me some drinks and food?" alma.

The female staff nodded and smiled faintly. "Trial for the bride will be sent soon, brother. Please wait. Can I help you again, brother?"

"No, Ma'am. That's aja. Thank you." Thank you."

"Thank you back, brother. Excuse me."

Five minutes passed, the dishes for Jafar and Alma actually came. Ummi Salamah asks for her and Jafar to eat in the hotel dressing room, all while changing the first clothes for walimatul'ursy.

"Burning chicken? Whoa .. bismillah." Alma biting slowly. "God is God."

Alma suddenly stares at Jafar. "This ... kayak menu at Kedai Amanah, Mas. Ls i? Or taste all the grilled chicken gini?

Jafar brought his notebook closer to Alma. "All dishes are held from Amanah Store. The staff was also as from Amanah Shop and as again from the hotel staff."

"Oh God but it's really good, Mas ..."

Jafar.

"Finally the ensemble ... By Allah."

"If you like it after coming from the outlet every day I will bring you Chicken roasted honey. Wanna?" write Jafar.

Alma shook her head with a hand that devoured the rice again. Seen Jafar frowned in astonishment.

"No need, Mas. If I wanted to, I wouldn't hesitate to ask you." Alma suddenly chuckled, recalling her request as a self-recovery gift she bought online with a hefty nominal. "Again, thanks for the abayas, thanks for the five titles of the books you bought in Gramedia, and thanks also for the veil you bought in all colors. Thanks anyway! Thanks!"

Jafar could not help but laugh.

"Your money is still there, isn't it?"

Jafar nodded. "Why ask? Want you to peel again?" write Jafar.

"If you'll let me be, my dear."

Jafar just shook his head.

"I promised you something too." Alma sipped some mineral water for a moment. "Later after walimatul'ursy you can bill me. What aja. Origin please Mas ... don't be expensive."

"I just took over the Shared Shops with you."

Jafar nodded with a knotty smile. "God willing, what I ask for, will not incriminate you" he wrote.

"Know from you, Mommy? Yes you ask me later, so who knows your request is burdensome or not it is me," said Alma.

The makeup artist suddenly came. "Excuse me Ma'am Alma and Mas Jafar. In a moment, if you want to change clothes first, can I help his wife, Mas?"

Jafar nodded, and passed away towards his own dressing room.

"Azan zuhur?" ask Alma.

"It has. Ma'am Alma wants to pray first, anyway? You see the guests also pray in mushola kok, Mbak."

"Yes, Mother. Please help me clean up my make up. Mt .. rus." Alma looked at the makeup artist in the mirror. "Sholat congregate with me huh, Ma'am? No more menstruation?"

"Yes, Mommy." The makeup artist smiled faintly. "I happen to be pregnant again, Mother."

Netra Alma. "Oh my God, Ma'am! How many months? Don't look at me, God."

"Two weeks, Ma'am."

Suddenly the makeup artist rubbed his stomach. "Excuse me, ma'am."

The woman's hand touched her stomach by rubbing some. "Bismillah. May Mbak Alma in the movement have a momongan."

"Aamiin allahumma aamiin."

Makeup stylist focus on removing make up. While Alma opened the device clicking the short message application, then looking for the name of her husband: Mas Jafar.

^^^Mas, this makeup artist is pregnant

^^^My stomach was rubbed,^^^

^^^he is also my doain as you, Mas^^^

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