Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
Akad

In welcoming the atmosphere of our wedding celebration, I was upset with the man who now walked over to me followed by his car community who each carried various bouquets and presents for me.

“I don't think you came. Shit, make me parno know!” I hit his arm slowly..

Mas Dhika widened his sparkling eyes before checking his black watch.

“Telat ten minutes doang, Sha. Is this real, trivial doang can be a problem on special day.” Mas Dhika clucked with anxiety.

“Sabar Risha, marry us. I am also happy to come bring a herd that often makes you crave.” With a face like that, Dhika turned her head.

“Guys.. apologize for my girl. You often make Risha jeles.”

Mas Dhika's!

I smiled when one by one his male friends and couples handed various bouquets and offerings to my family. The combined surrender apparently could not be received by the whole hand of my family until finally the group of mas Dhika who brought him himself into the mosque.

I blushed as Dhika asked her what she thought of the call that her family bought for a day non-stop at a mall.

“Your struggle is just starting time, so don't be happy first.” I said reminded. “But may be for all you love at this time, thanks to Dhika and family. Risha is glad you guys came.” I added half spoiled.

Aunt Deswita and Om Ray agreed with a nod.

“Ya already because there are those who can't wait to get along, we just go in.” said Aunt Dewita while fanning her increasingly beautiful face with a chicken fur fan. Probability.

“But remember yes, Risha. Titip Dhika, first night not in nakali. Still hurts his leg. Don't hurry.” said Aunt Dewita half whispered.

“Kok Risha, Aunt? Risha's people are anti-wooing.”

“Lah continues. Zonk dong, Sha?” timpal mas Dhika with a disappointed voice. “Potato doang this.”

I rolled my eyes while looking at him sharply.

“Begging not in nakali, but what.” I exclaimed. And my appeal is supported by Aunt Dewita and Om Ray who mocked his own son.

“Kasian. Let's go in, I first let you keep your heart calm and eat.” said Aunt Deswita while fixing her thin green sage shawl, dress code marriage contract.

We immediately entered the mosque but before that I had offered help to memapah mas Dhika or take him.

“I can do it, Sha. Slowly but.” replied with an unforced smile.

“Iya.” I walked beside him to the place that had been set by the manager of the mosque.

In this house of God, with all the hope that I set in my heart. Keep us in a simple place without decorating even other entertaining events.

Accident room, green mat, no mic, no extra celebration party. Only white cloth upholstered table. Dhika and I sat in front of the ruler and the witnesses.

Bismillah.

I bowed my head when Dhika mas uttered kabul ijab in a beautiful tempo heard, firmly in taste.

Mas Dhika touched the back of my hand that was stacked on my lap while applying pressure as if delivering a warm feeling.

“Sah, Sha. Happy I have us.”

I let my silent tears flow without excuse after we officially became husband and wife. Funny, it should be a meaningful day today, implied by the enormous happiness and the endless relief that came. But... But the truth is, we've been through some meaningful and wonderful times.

I wiped her tears and smiled at her. In the middle of the cell phone camera that captured this moment and the KUA officer recorded the results of our marriage in his book.

“Thank you not make our DP money lost in vain. Thanks is already this strong.” always me with a voice that falters while dropping my face on his shoulder. Not strong, the eyes of Dhika mas looks glazed.

“Never give up ya.” I patted the back of his hand. “Do not change.”

Mas Dhika nodded her head. “I should have said that, Sha. Don't disappear from me.” he said hoarsely.

Mas Farid held out a tissue after I managed to muffle my tears. “Your responsibility makes people cry tuh, kasian make up long-time.”

I stuffed his nose full of snot to make the dhika mas elbow my arm.

“Jorok lu.”

I took out a spare tissue to wipe away her flowing tears, taking down her prestige

“Cie... Yearly, I can finally see your tears. Happy what sad is this?”

“Udah-udah, let's hunt for photos continue to eat.” sahut mas Farid when I wipe tears mas Dhika.

“No one paid for your soap opera.” lamented Farid as me and Dhika stared at each other with intolerable smiles.

“Risha..”

“Iya, yes mas. Patience, again this melancholy.” I said as I heaved a sigh of relief.

“Yuk..” I helped dhika stand in the middle of the complicated wearing a wedding dress similar to the princesses of foreign kingdoms. While om Ray immediately grabbed the stick of the Dhika mas road lying on the floor while helping his son to improve his walker.

“Still, Pa.” says mas Dhika.

“Be careful of your love. If there is anything do not hesitate to come to home.”

“Dong sure, Pa. I still need control and buy fake legs, do not forget that.” joked mas Dhika.

Om Ray thumped his lips while helping Aunt Dewita stand up.

“Ntar we share the proceeds from citizen donation money.” always Om Ray makes Aunt Dewita scream. “Papa, don't embarrass the Suwono Wahyudin breed!”

“Halah, joking, Wit. Similar to your power pole, tense!”

Dhika and I stopped by and followed the group out of the mosque building.

Our family troupe is fluttering, forming a crescent-like formation, some are squatting especially our friend Dhika because we will

perpetuate this marriage with a drone flying Dipta under the warm sun.

“Smiling oi, don't forget chest-chest up.” exclaim Dipta.

Nothing is more resilient than June's rain, except for Dhika's present day. She smiled warmly while holding my hand again.

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