Call Me Rain
Wedding Day

Mirza stood up from her seat with an indecipherable face. And it made everyone's attention turn towards him. As if asking what is it?

Mirza's chest rumbled, her feelings erratic, her entire body trembling. He's so upset. Scared, if Alula really disappeared again and left him just like that.

No, Alula wouldn't do it, would she? but he was really scared. Yeah, as scared as that Mirza lost Alula. And he doesn't want it to happen again.

Mirza wanted to leave, but she was instead fixated on the presence of two twins walking towards her. The two twins smiled broadly, looking so handsome with a white shirt paired with black cotton pants. The butterfly tie was neatly attached to their necks. Anxious, Mirza saw her two children.

Slowly, Mirza's feelings began to calm down. Especially when he accidentally saw a seluet that began to approach. The look in his eyes was completely fixated on the presence of a beautiful woman who walked gracefully flanked by Marsha as well as Risma on her right and left sides. That's it, Alula.

With a white kebaya dressing –its own design– studded with beautiful swarovski fills the chest area, hands and the entire kebaya fringe that dangles down to sweep the floor with a red carpet.

The pullcloth with a similar color and pattern to the one worn by Mirza wrapped around it forming its lower body. While on the head, the woman looks very beautiful and stunning by using a silver sunda singer with a gold flower motif on the front. Some jasmine flower arrangements decorate the sides of his head, some dangling on the right and left sides.

Mirza until he did not blink, he was relieved. Really relieved. His smile was now blistered, even dimples of his cheeks until they appeared there.

His worries a moment ago did not really happen. And he had to make a calculation with his longtime friend, Marko. Ah yes, is it still appropriate for the man to be called a friend after almost making him die of fear?

Mirza still admired the beauty of the woman who has now legally become his wife, he was only realized when he heard, he said,

"Son Mirza." The voice of the feather dashed his admiration at Alula.

"Sampe was not called from earlier, so fascinated with his wife, huh?" seloroh Pa penghulu who has since called the name Mirza but ignored by the owner of the name.

"Beautiful" Mirza muttered incessantly looking at his wife's face.

Everyone present seemed to be laughing because Mirza looked stupid back then. Alula just looked down with a hot face.

"With his wife's hand, let's sit here!" exclaim Pa penghulu.

Mirza moved, and she led Alula to sit in an empty chair beside her.

"Well, it's not empty now, is it? his heart isn't empty anymore?" everyone laughed again with the sloppiness of the Penghulu Pa, especially laughing at Mirza who grimaced in shame.

Mirza pinned a silver ring with a heart-primed diamond in Alula's finger, Pa Penghulu told her to kiss Alula's forehead. However, instead of peeping, Mirza deliberately kissed Alula's cheek.

The sound of laughter as well as the screams made the atmosphere become boisterous, Alula lowered her head. Really, it felt like he wanted to drown himself. Pa Sanjaya shook his head to see the behavior of his only son.

"Look at the behavior of your son, Pah," whispered Mama Indri, a moment later he laughed amusedly.

After the signing of the marriage certificate, the event continued with sungkeman. Where both brides ask for do'a also blessing to both parents respectively, then alternating with new parents or commonly called in-laws.

The marriage of Alula and Mirza carries the theme of Sundanese customs, because Alula herself was born and lives in Bandung, Mama Indri is very enthusiastic, because she also comes from Sunda.

"Dad, forgive Lula ... all this time Lula has disappointed my father a lot," said Alula as she sat down in front of her father.

"No, Son. Notwithstanding. You're father's pride. You .. strong boy, great boy. You are an independent child, you keep a lot of wounds alone. Now .. happy, son." The warm liquid fell down on Abhi's father's cheeks, the cry he had been enduring had finally decayed just like that.

Beautiful Mother who sat next to Father Abhi also cried, no power to hold haru also happy.

The sound of instrumental songs played, as well as MCs who read full sentences of pearl words add to the atmosphere of being solemn and shahdu. Tears are shedding so hard.

"Promise to Dad! Lula should be happy ... Nurut same husband as long as it is good and right for you. So a good mother to Shaka, Shaki is also your other descendant later. I can't give you much advice, because I've failed to be a good husband to your mother."

Alula shook her head, "Dad never fails, Dad is the best dad." Abhi's father hugged Alula so tightly. Alula rubbed the tears running down her cheeks using a tissue.

While on a pair of bench left side, Mirza also did the same thing, sitting in front of his parents. Whether what was conveyed by Pa Sanjaya was also Mama Indri, sometimes the man with glasses hit Mirza's shoulder slowly, occasionally Mama Indri pinched her child's arm. Mirza just grimaced, then then nodded her head, obediently receiving every tip and advice from her parents.

After the sungkeman session was over, the two brides sat back at the table, welcoming the guests to greet and congratulate them.

"It was intentional, would you mind me?" mirza asked as they were just sitting at the aisle.

"What farm?" alula's forehead frowned.

"So, long time out."

"Geez, Brother .. earlier singer I got in contact with the background cloth, must be generated first. So long time out," said Alula.

"Then to Bang Marko?"

"He said, you said. I'm really scared, La."

Alula chuckles at the look on Mirza's face. "Where possible, dear brother" Mirza's heart rippled, hearing Alula's call for her.

"Say what just now?" asked Mirza blushed.

At the same time, two men and one woman approached them.

"Giman's shock therapy? mantep right?" Marko pulled down his eyebrows.

If it wasn't because today was his wedding day, Marko would have broken a bone.

"Damn it, if it's no longer a wedding, I'm your pites."

"Haha, sory Bro. gatel really do not know the cave. By the way, congratulations again." Marko punched Mirza's arm slowly. Hugged his best friend.

"Sorry, the new cave can come" said Martin with a regretful face after Mirza released his embrace from Marko. "Gue's happy, Mir. congratulations, Bro." Martin hugged his best friend.

"Fuck you Lu," Mirza returned the embrace of her best friend. "Thanks yes, you've spit it out. I know, Lu was lost again until he did not know the way home," said Mirza after taking off his embrace. He punched Martin's arm slowly. Marko, Mirza and Martin laughed.

"La, congratulations yes. finally ...." Marsha hugged her best friend. "I don't know, keep happy, La."

"Thank you, Sa. All this time, I've been helping me a lot."

"Don't forget, ntar malem live streaming yes!" exclaim Marko.

"What's wrong with Malem, Bang?" marsha asked with her innocent face.

"There's a football game."

"Ish .. ish. .. how beautiful you are, La. Just got married and watched the ball." All laughed with Marsha's innocence.

"Don't cape you, got a chick like him?" jeered Martin.

"Well, aren't you cape singles?"

"Suckhead." They laugh back.

At that time, Risma came with two twins with grim faces.

"La, Shaka same Shaki wants you guys to go on. I told you my mom was busy."

"Shaki wants to be with Mama." Shaki stomped his feet

"Shaka too!"

That was when Martin and Risma's gaze met, the beautiful woman wrapped in maroon-colored kebaya smiled kindly at him. Martin smiled back.

"Bau-bau kebucinan," quipped Marko, then he took the arm of Marsha to immediately go from there.

"Look, we're looking for happiness."

"Woy where are you going? ajakin Shaka with Shaki" cried Mirza from the band.

"So don't want to, you kids," Marko murmured.

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