Blue Ocean

Blue Ocean
Weddings


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" I want you to marry my future wife right now before I leave in peace." Wildan asked with a heavy sigh.


Everyone in the room was stunned and incredulous at Wildan's strange and unreasonable last request.


"Don't joke, you have to marry her" exclaimed the increasingly hysterical mother.


"I'm not strong, I want someone to take care of him after I'm gone" replied Wildan who now began to dim his sense of sight.


"Suppose this is my last request, please"


The beautiful girl who had just sobbed sadly was getting her eyes down, even more,


"How is this" asked Mr. Wanto.


"Are you sure I'll be happy later"


"So sure, you'd be much happier living with the person in charge"


"How, Master?"


"Call the fast pengulu! I will marry her" replied Sam who was panicked and scared when he saw Wildan's condition getting critical.


Twenty minutes later Mr. Wanto came with three middle-aged men who introduced himself as a penghulu and a witness for the bride.


Accompanied by a team of doctors and nurses, now Samudera is preparing to do a kabul ijab in front of Wildan who is struggling in the rest of his last breath that is getting heavier and harder.


"What's the dowry?" ask Mr. Wanto who is busy writing something on a small paper after asking for a Sam resident's ID card.


"Marriage?" sam was confused.


"What about this?" he continued after a few seconds he was looking for what he could give as a dowry.


Sam handed him a ring that he wore on his little finger, a month ago he saw it in one of the shops in his Mall, a small circular object plain but looks so beautiful. But unfortunately the ring does not fit on the ring finger but because Sam has fallen in love and wants to have it he still buys and wears it on the little finger.


"Yes, if you are sincere and do not mind" replied Mr. Wanto.


"Well we start now yes" said pak Penghulu when he saw the sweat had flooded Wildan's face.


"This is the paper, you just read everything I have written here" said Mr. Wanto while thrusting a piece of paper sentence ijab kabul for the Ocean and pak pengghulu.


"All right, thank you"


Pak Penghulu directly stretched out his hand in front of the Ocean which is certainly welcomed even though with a difficult feeling in the sense and heart beat that beat unusually fierce.


"I married and married you Samudera ErRainly Rahardian Wijaya Bin Air Rameza Rahardian Wijaya with Berliana Biru bint Alamarhum Setyadi with the dowry of a Ring paid for Cash"


"I accept the marriage and marriage of Berliana Biru bint Almarhum Setyadi with the dowry paid in CASH" said Sam with one breath.


Legitimate... Alhamdulillahot.


Samudera glanced at a girl who had now officially become his wife even though both of them were forced to do this.


Everyone raised their hands as the pak pengghulu chanted a prayer for the newlyweds.


"Kiss your husband's stage hand. Ask for his pleasure, son" Mother's word even though it has not been completely sincere when the prospective daughter-in-law was instead the wife of the person who made her son wretched.


"Your name is Blue" asked Sam.


"Yes, call me Blue, sir" he replied still bowed in a raucous voice as he still sobbed after kissing the reverent back of the Ocean hand.


Now focusing back on Wildan, the poor man waved his hand at the Ocean and Blue.


"Sister, please be strong" Blue's request began to hysterically.


"Blessed, you should always smile make this your last tear, yes Dek" Wildan said.


"Don't say that, brother will be fine"


Wildan smiled towards the Ocean, with a very heavy breath he felt Wildan still trying to speak.


"I'm picking up my girl, don't waste her. Happy that he is more than I have ever been with him" this time Wildan told Sam, a man who officially became the husband of a beloved woman until the end of his life.


"I'll take care of him, you take it easy."


"Thank you"


Wildan's grip increasingly weak and warm, even the look in his eyes when staring at one by one people around him was increasingly fading and eventually lost and dark.


TIIIIIIIIII...


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Innalillahi wainnailaihi raji.