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Isma's Wedding

Her morning....

The sound of gamelan music is heard. Isma's family had been busy from the morning. After dawn prayers Isma had breakfast first.

Then he went into his room. And the bride's maid came. One by one Isma's families were dressed up. Not to forget the nieces of Isma's young nieces were dressed in Sundanese traditional clothes.

The time is 07:00. The groom-to-be was getting ready to go to Isma's house.

Isma has been seen deg-degan.

Not to forget Isma also reminded her father and mother to have breakfast first. Because the guests who come must be many.

The chair... Meals... And everything is ready. Come the groom's party. Peacock dance was in arak to pick up the arrival of the bride. Do not forget there is a ritual event Ki lengser.

Isma's father and mother came out of the house to greet the groom, and diverted the jasmine flower arrangement to the bride.

Then enter Fikri to his wedding venue. He sat with his father and mother. His legs look unable to stand still, probably because of the groggy effect.

Occasionally Fikri is seen taking a breath to relax his body.

One by one the event started... From the delivery and reception of the bride to the wedding ceremony.

Isma remained silent in the room. All his family were very curious about Isma's appearance after being dressed.

Fikri was sitting in front of Isma's father.

He was ready to carry out the marriage contract.

Isma listened to him in the room. He looks very stubborn.

"I married and married my biological son, Isma Febrianti bint Muhammad Sofwan with a dowry of a set of prayer instruments and 20 grams of gold, paid in cash." Said Isma's father while shaking hands with Fikri.

"I received the marriage and marriage of Isma Febrianti bint Muhammad Sofwan with the dowry.... Cash..." Answer Fikri.

"How witness.... Witnesses... Right?" Ask penghulu.

"Well...." Saying marriage witness.

Everyone said Alhamdulillah. Isma in the room was relieved. She is now legally a wife.

Then she called the bride.

Isma accompanied by her brothers stepped slowly towards the place of agreement. All eyes were on Isma. Isma was so pangling dressed up as a bride. Moreover, the daily life of Isma never polishes her face with makeup.

"That's a hell of a bell.... It's pretty..." Say one of his neighbors.

Isma smiling... Blushed shame.

Isma in front of Fikri. Isma lowered her head and held her husband's hand and kissed him.

"Alhamdulillah smoothly...." Fikri.

Isma nodded her head while smiling.

Then Fikri also held his wife's forehead. As he said a prayer.

Sungkeman event starts. The two brides went to each other's mothers.

There Isma's tears were unstoppable. He rested at his mother's feet, then hugged her.

Likewise with Fikri, he cried and hugged his mother tightly.

Then they went to their fathers. Isma was crying, hugging her father.

"So a good wife, son." Said the father.

Isma nodded her head.

Then they moved on to their own in-laws.

Fikri was immediately embraced by Isma's father and mother.

"Father put the father, love him, protect him...!" Said Isma's father to Fikri.

"Yes sir, God willing I will love him and protect him as well as possible." Answer Fikri.

Then Fikri hugged Isma's father and mother. Likewise with Isma, she embraced her two in-laws.

Event after event has passed, Alhamdulillah all smoothly. Isma's mother didn't look sick either.

The next day everything was sorted out.

Isma was no longer living in her mother's house. He's gonna stay at Fikri's new house.

"I'll definitely miss the atmosphere here. Can't stay with mom." Isma.

"You can visit your mother every day... Not too far from our mother's house to ours." Answer Fikri.

"Yes... Thanks to my husband." Isma Ledek.

All the home equipment that will be carried by the transfer begins to be prepared.

Isma's mother fell silent... Maybe he felt lost his daughter who is now a wife of people, and no longer live with him.

"Later to stay the night....?" Ask Isma.

"Yes... Son." Answer mother.

The next day Isma moved. He was pleased with his father and mother.

After Isma came out of the house, the house was deserted.

Arriving at his new home, Isma and Fikri begin to clean up his house. Many of his brothers helped.

One two weeks Isma is still unfamiliar with the new atmosphere. It was not long before someone came to his house.

Then he opened the door.

"Mothers... I didn't say I was coming here." Ask Isma.

"Yes, kangen mom... That's why I'm here." Answer mother.

His mother looked breathless, like a soy sauce. Maybe it's the effect of heart disease suffered by the mother.

Isma immediately brought warm water to her mother.

"Mom's here on foot...?" Ask Isma.

"Yes... Consider it a sport, son..." Answer mother.

"Oh my goodness, ma'am... Why don't you tell me, Fikri's gonna be able to pick up mom." Isma.

"Ga nothing son."

"Mommy wants to stay here, right...?" Ask Isma.

"Pity your father Is, there will be no friends." Answer mother.

"Hmmm.... That way. I'm here too Mom...!"

"Where would you like to go nginep Is....!"

"Well, we're eating now, ma'am."

Isma and her mother ate together.

In the afternoon Isma's mother came home to be delivered by Fikri.

One to three months of marriage, Isma has not been blessed with a baby.

Until the fourth month Isma tried to go to the obstetrician for a consultation.

"We tried USG first..." Doctor's talk.

On the USG screen there is a small lump in the dirahim Isma.

Isma was shocked there.

"This is why it's hard to get offspring." Obviously doctor.

"How do you do, then...?" Ask Isma

"This is called a cyst. But I see her size is still small. We try to destroy it using drugs first. Hopefully it can be lost." Obviously doctor.

"Aami... Doc." Answer Isma

But this treatment is rather long, takes approximately 8 months. And for 8 months it had to take the medicine that I would love." Obviously the doctor again.

Just now Isma was happy with her marriage, now she got this news.

Isma was confused as to how she told this to her mother. Isma was afraid her mother was shocked.

Isma then went to her mother's house.

"Is it coming, how did the doctor say son...?" Ask mother.

"Yes Ma.... It's only been there for a second, the doctor said....."

"Say what Is.... ?" Ask mom again

"But don't be surprised...." Isma

"Yes, mom is okay. What did the doctor say...?"

"His doctor said that Isma's dirahim has a cyst. But the size is still very small. He said he didn't need surgery, so it was destroyed with drugs." Isma.

"Astaghfirullahaladhim..... Have patience, son."

"Yes ma'am, said the doctor took eight months to treat." Isma again.

"Yes, I've done it, son, the important thing is that we strive. Let God's outcome determine."

"Yes.. Ma'am. Thanks for the support." Isma hugged her mother.