Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
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Between a special day and a raging mood. I stared at my mother without a conversation of words. We were also mutely stuck in the charm of the newlyweds aura, this morning, Friday.

It's been a long time since the wishful thinking I wanted came true. Today, in a few hours, I married mas Dhika at the UAD Islamic center mosque in accordance with the expectations we discussed when passing the building located on the south ring road, Banguntapan, Tamanan, and others, Yogyakarta it.

“We will meet at the mosque dong mas, can you not?”

“Emang can? The campus mosque has many students!” said mas Dhika at that time while pressing the gas pedal and overtaking the intercity bus with the red one.

“By any chance, my friend got there.”

“Yes already, follow friends turns.” Mas Dhika laughed wryly as he briefly stared at the mosque tower decorated with crescent moon from the rearview car.

“Set up, Ris. Want to participate in the month I can as long as you pay the cost.” the joke while smiling widely.

“Friday, let's make you more fun.”

“Ih tumben's... All aboard your Friday prayers, let's not be naughty just.” reply me while pinching his arm.

Mas Dhika stuck out her tongue while teasing me by saying I am a hobby of lectures.

At that time, I was a hobby lecture. His dream of being a racer made me deliberately ignored. The circle of friendship is also more inclined to the negative side. Original, the ideals worry me, but instead of protesting, once invited to the racing circuit or see him training I am one hundred percent excited and support him. Crazy about this love?

“Such beauty mama's son. Papa must be pangling look at you.”

I blushed as she put on the crown of the bride that had a transparent white scarf on my head.

“Papa definitely nenggalin we quickly, Ma... Papa is most eager to borrow his race car mas.”

My mom smiled with anxiety. “Thank God Dhika is still safe, otherwise, have raced equally papa in heaven there.”

“Ah mama..” lamented while pursing lips.

“Hopefully Risha's decision to remain married to Dhika is not the beginning of a bigger new problem yes, Ma.”

“Ngurus Dhika is not the manager of Dhika yesterday, Ris. His inner struggle is bigger and riskier. You are very patient and enjoy it. Marriage for women is a long service. Same different as men..”

Mama smiled after advising me, then she seemed to notice my appearance while tidying up once or twice my wedding dress.

“Udah done, Sha. Just wear the same perfume shoes straight ahead. We leave.”

It only takes a minute to do it, the rest is long enough I stay in the mirror while adjusting my breath. My heart felt like it was beating so fast that it felt like my chest was shaking.

Marry you to the head of the OSIS rese, Sha. The commanding officer and the most handsome man in your life.

I sighed while gripping the edge of the table.

“Think of crazy is also you, Sha.” I said to the mirror.

“Dek, it's been hard. It's so pretty of you. Ouch... Come out.” exclaimed mas Ferdi from the doorway.

“Males ah, ntar mewek should make up again. Late!” grunt while moving backwards.

I pursed my lips while following him out of the house. Mama's family from Jakarta and Papa's family from Jogja have gathered. They smiled with concern for me.

“Great grandson Oma, cool bad.” praise Oma from Jakarta while holding my hand. “Take your risk, son. Later you will find the meaning of real love.”

“Ah Oma, Risha can not cry tau.” I said while tightening his grip. “Doain yes Oma, today smoothly.”

“Ready, that's for sure, Nak.”

Mr. RT then invited us to pray together before getting into the car.

I sighed, exhaled, did it repeatedly while wiping my cold sweaty palms on the handkerchief.

Mama patted the back of my hand gently.

“Thoughfar, Sha. Don't faint.”

“Mas Dhika how about now, Ma?” many nervous. “He's not excited, Ma?”

“The spirit is not excited, he still has to come. If we don't come, we'll go to his house. Bring all KUA officers!” said mama firmly.

“Yes, Ma.”

Farid looked over from the passenger seat next to the driver.

“Fright to fail marriage, Sha. Why, did you get caught in belai?” The brow of Farid moves.

“Ma, Brother. Make shy.” I hid my blushing face by sloping a handkerchief in front of my face. While the pace of cars accompanied by police officers is getting closer to the UAD Islamic center mosque.

I took a deep breath with my mouth for the last time while trying to manage this feeling more wisely. Half an hour later, we arrived at the venue.

Mas Farid helped me get out of the car because my dress was quite complicated with a pile of cloth before I circulated the view to all corners of the parking lot of this place.

“Not yet to come, Ma.” lamented me with dimmed eyes. “What dhika suddenly hesitated, Ma?” bersaku.

“Mhone name, Ray!”

I followed Farid's entourage to the courtyard of the mosque, which had two minarets and a gold-painted dome, as she pulled over. But as long as I wrestle with the unrest. The sound of car exhaust roaring automatically made me turn around.

The convoy of race cars decorated with a bouquet of flowers on the hood one by one entered the parking lot and lined up neatly.

I smiled when Dhika got out of her race car number 7 with the help of a stick.

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