Being Married to My First Love
Cindy's wedding
I flicked my fingers so that my current nervousness was immediately gone. I took a few breaths to calm myself down. I saw a reflection of myself in the mirror, this was my first time in this beautiful dress up. Although without shaving eyebrows and false eyelashes, the achievements made on my face are very satisfying. It is a lot of my desire when dressed by MUA. Luckily, she understood the rules that I applied when dressing me. And the result is not menor at all, it is more natural and fresh, and most importantly does not violate the provisions of Islamic sharia.
I stood looking at my reflection in the mirror, turning right and left. This dress is so beautiful, the white dress with a little width at the bottom, and the big hijab I wear protrudes to the navel. On the back it dangles beautifully down. The dress is loose so it does not fit on my body, I am quite satisfied because this dress shar'i.
I think the mother of dr. Dimas, oops my future father-in-law I mean.., very understanding of my character until all the details he prepared well.
Tok...buttons..tok...!
The door was knocked from the outside, when I opened it turned out there were ummi and Miss Lilis who came to pick me up.
"Cindy, let's go and start the event soon," said ummiku. I also nodded.
"Cindy, are you comfortable with the dress?" ask Bu Lilis.
"It's very comfortable, Mom. This dress shar'i, Cindy loves it," I told Lilis.
"Thankfully, I'm worried if you don't like it" Ms. Lilis said.
"Thank you, Mom? This dress is so beautiful" I said.
"Together, Honey. Let's get inside the showhouse!"
We headed to the wedding building. Because soon it will be in the title of ijab qobulu event.
I sat in the front row of the big family area, flanked by ummi on the right and Miss Lilis with Qila on my left. Abi, the dr. Dimas, pengulu, and the witness sit opposite in the middle of the podium that has been prepared for the procession ijab qobul. I am very grateful for the days to the event as if made easy by God.
That day when Dr. Dimas proposed to me for the second time. Abi asked me to answer a proposal from Dr. Dimas. Saying bismillah I said yes, willing to marry dr. Dimas. It was very different when I said yes to Mas Fadhil. This time it felt so touching my heart, born inner I felt so happy.
Everything seems easy, just two months to prepare everything. Because I just wanted a pretty simple wedding for a dr. Dimas. I asked for the wedding to be completed in one day. So it was decided that the marriage contract was immediately continued with his walima. There is no traditional procession at the reception, nor with the event ngunduh mantu, as ordinary Javanese do. Luckily the family on Dr. Dimas's side agreed to my wishes.
Now comes the moment that is awaited by all who come.
"Brother Dimas Pradana bin the late Ronggo Warsito. I marry and I marry you to my son Cindy Shahrani with a marriage of twenty-five million twelve thousand rupiah and a set of prayer instruments paid in cash," abi said firmly.
"I accepted his marriage and the marriage of Cindy Shahrani bint Abu Bakr with her mascavine in cash" coed by Dimas with a single breath.
Penghulu then asks the witness, "How is the witness, legitimate?"
"Well," said all the witnesses.
"Alhamdulillah," everyone in the room rejoiced.
I kissed the hand of the man who is now my rightful husband with reverence, then Dr. Dimas kissed my forehead. In a few moments I felt washed away in a raging sense of happiness and sadness. Happy that I have now found the man who will be my priest, who is now entitled to me, and whom I must obey in order to receive the pleasure of God.
Sad to feel, because after marriage togetherness that has been established since I was born until I grew up with abi and ummi will be limited time, he said, because it's my duty as a wife to follow where my husband lives.
I've now been paired with my husband in a chair. There was a feeling of embarrassment, awkwardness and unusualness when he suddenly touched my shoulder, took my hand and hugged my waist while taking pictures. This was the first time I had come into contact with a man other than abi and my sister. But I feel comfortable there. Maybe because of the bond of our relationship that has become husband and wife.
A religious leader gives a good advice as a guide for us to live a household. In his speech he also urged us to do something because of God. God will ease our path.
And I am thankful that I have given my soul to Allah, and in His way, Allah has given me what I hope, as the fruit of my sincerity and patience.
"Congratulations, Cindy and dr.Dimas, we pray that your marriage will be safe, mawaddah, warokhmah, and soon be blessed with a baby by God" Reyna said while attending my wedding.
"Aamiin, thank you Reyna, let me know later if the baby is born" I said as I hugged Reyna.
On that thing I've been working in dr. Dimas's clinic for quite a while. However, there was never anything between me and Dr. Dimas. It started when Reyna asked me to teach Qila to teach, from there I started to get to know Dr. Dimas and his family. I'm really lucky to meet a really good friend like Reyna. Who would be friends with me regardless of my social status. I owe him a lot.
"Well, I didn't expect it, bro. Pantesan alone can not be any deketin, it turns out in its own embat!" dr. Anung said that made me confused by his words.
"Ish, you don't open the card! Hhhhaha...!" even stranger was the answer of Dr. Dimas.
'What does that mean for their conversation!' I murmured inwardly while smiling awkwardly.
Now it has reached the end of the show. All the guests have died in the building.
Not felt, tears should also drip down the cheeks. When I asked for the blessing of my parents. There was a heavy feeling of having to stay away from the two parents who had brought me into the world, and nurturing me lovingly and affectionately.
'My promise to you, ummi.., abi..., I will never forget to always pray'a, may you be healthy always in the protection of God...!' I said in my heart with sobs that continued to flow while tightly hugging my ummi and abi, because it was time for us to separate.
I also felt heavy when I saw the tears ummi did not also recede lead me to my new family.
Now is the time to go home with my husband. I was powerless when my husband took me to get into a different car with a car that would take ummi home. Sometimes I still look at the car carrying ummi and abi slowly disappear.
Right now I have officially become a wife of my husband, as well as a stepmother, and the daughter-in-law of my mother-in-law. They are now my new family.
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