Damar (Not) For Wulan
Damar for Wulan

"We're late for home, honey. The car tires leaked, now it's in the workshop. We'll continue our journey home after the tyre's replaced." Hearing Aunt Iren's explanation, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wulan wait, Tan."

"Mam, let's go in first! A lot of people are here." The voice belonged to Om Purnomo. Sounds audible.

"Tante, if that's what Wulan has done first." After I got a response, I closed the call.

"They're fine, right?" ask Mother.

"Yes ma'am, they're in the garage because the car's tires are leaking. That's why it's late to go home." I was sitting comfortably leaning back, unlike earlier who was so tense and anxious.

"You need to relax, kid! Day and reception. Throw away negative thoughts and always pray for protection." Mom stroked my hair many times.

"Yes, Mom. Wulan's feelings were not good, so she was worried about their situation." I hugged my mother tightly.

A few days later, the three people I was worried about earlier, returned safely. But, to my surprise, their faces were disappointed and angry.

"Police don't want to investigate?" guess me after they sat in the living room with us.

"They wanted to take it, but, as if ignoring the tape was disappointing to us." Damar seems to be controlling his emotions.

"We can't do much. Conglomerate kids are different, we're no match for them." Aunt Iren exhaled her breath.

"Here you go, let's just say it! Our efforts have been maximized, we leave this to the justice of God. Let God punish Laura and Dimas in His own way." Om Purnomo started to make a sound.

"Yes, we don't want to let go. As long as you're okay, Nduk." My mother convinced me by a mutual decision.

"Now we rest for a moment. It's noon, Auntie must be cooking food for us." Aunt Iren got out of her seat. He must have gone to the kitchen.

"Om has to go back to the office after lunch. Lots of documents to sign." Om Purnomo following his wife.

"Mom call daddy first. Let him not stay in the room." He left us both. Yeah, now, it's just me and Damar.

"You don't have to be afraid! The two of them will never be able to hurt you again." He promised me.

"When we get married, where do we live, Mom?" my many. There's no way I'm going back to the apartment where Dimas was there.

"We stayed in the house long before I told people to clean my apartment. But, my apartment unit is still an old building, not as good as the apartment unit you live in." His hand reached out to grab this arm.

"It's okay, Mas. As long as you have a place to live, that is enough. Especially if you're next to me." I don't know why I didn't want to part with him even for a little while.

"You guys, let's eat! Even the afternoon was a hug." Aunt Iren embarrassed me. Rebuking made us release a hug.

We both walked following this hostess. Lunch together after the meal on the table.

***

Two days passed quickly, yesterday, I did a treatment in a beauty salon. If not the future mother-in-law who told him, who else.

The day of our wedding, two big families gathered in one place. The marriage contract will be held this afternoon, now it is only ten in the afternoon. I stuck myself in the mirror, it didn't feel the same as the engagement a few months ago. This time, my heart was beating faster.

"Well, you're beautiful, baby. The hijab makes you more graceful." Aunt Iren looked at me without a blink.

"It's a cool MUA, Auntie." I try to smile thinly.

"'Ck, don't call that aunt! Call Mami, how the hell, has become a ghost still call Aunty." My future-in-law sulked.

"Sorry Tan, it means Mommy."

"We're back in the hall, it's almost eleven o'clock. The pengghulu has arrived." He explains.

"Where's mom, Tan, eh Mam?" I'm still not used to it.

"Your mother cried so much in the hall. It must be you." I was guided by him. Two people behind followed our steps.

"Why mother, Mom? Didn't she want me to marry Damar?" I don't know, I still don't understand.

"Why didn't Mami tell Wulan? Though Wulan wants to see mom and dad make up with grandparents." I am happy and sad at the same time.

"Wentionally let you not be moved, later your makeup fades if it cries before the contract." Mami put my chin on.

"Here, don't think! The marriage contract will be held in ten minutes. From last night Damar learned to repeat his words so as not to be wrong. May he not be groggy and fluently say kabul ijab." Mami put her body on me.

"Sir Wulan, you are so beautiful. Oh yes, Mas Adit came, you know, Brother ngundang him huh?" Selena approached us.

"Adith? No, sister doesn't miss him. Maybe Mas Damar is the one who's shady." I'm surprised to see it so excited like this asking Adit.

"Sister, how's Adit?" tanyanya walked on the left side.

"Cell, your sister wants to get married and asked for a macem. Open door! Your brother's going in." Selena was expelled by her own mother.

Selena stomped her feet, no less beautiful. Although she was not hijab-wearing, the modern kebaya she wore was so elegant. Two families wearing the same uniform. Color matching.

"Guil." My grandmother approached, she hugged me, her body bent so that our height was the same.

"So, let's go in first!" Aunt Iren tried to calm us down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think she was grown and now she's getting married. Your mother's been too much." My grandmother resumed her steps with my uncle.

I walked in slowly, all eyes on me. The akad clothes that were worn made them cluck in admiration. I just saw the mirror surprised with my own face. MUA who dressed me can not be doubted the quality.

Damar was sitting next to Purnomo. Across the tiny table was a father and another unknown middle-aged man. Maybe he was the one who married us. Sure enough, after I got in, the show started. One by one the event took place.

It is time for Damar to make a holy promise. I sat right next to him, we looked for a moment before the procession of kabul ijab. There was no nervousness in his face. His smile made my heart throb even more.

The voice of the pengupulu sir was so melodious to hear, after Damar said kabul ijab, and accompanied by the word 'sah' from two witnesses, pak pengulu began a prayer together, praying for our marriage.

An hour later, the ijab kabul event was completed. She didn't want to be away from me, she followed me wherever I went. I was troubled by the temptation of our family.

"You two just rest! We booked his room. Tonight's your wedding reception, you two have to keep your body fit." My mom told us to leave.

"But, Mam, Wulan wants to see the ballroom first. Want to know what the place is like." I'm curious about the show tonight. They haven't invited me to the event at this hotel. Last time the marriage contract, the event was held in a meeting room that was conjured up in such a way.

"Later tonight! You two go! Rest first!" He still kicked me out.

"Damar, remember! Don't fuck Wulan! You two should really get some rest!" Mommy ruffled her waist, warned her son.

"Alah Mam, halal is still prohibited. What will it say, if he doesn't tempt Damar, Damar mah can relax." He smiled cunningly while looking at me. I nudged his waist.

"Already, already! Go to your room!" Six o'clock, you're gonna have to get down to the locker room. Understood!" He pushed us.

We both got into the elevator to the twenty floor. Damar hugged my waist as I got out of the elevator. We walked to the hotel room. I was so sleepy, after cleaning my make-up and changing clothes. I lay down my body on a bed with red rose petals. The money made me fall asleep. This room is decorated with goose feathers on the floor. There are scattered confetti and aromatherapy candles that smell so fragrant.

"Kok even sleep, don't want ahem-ehem first?" She teases me. My husband was so excited.

"Mas, want to say Mami? Tonight's our wedding reception. Let's take a break." To be honest, even though it wasn't my first time alone with Damar, I felt an unusual heartbeat. Especially later I have to be unboxed by him. I was more anxious to have to serve his passion. Fear, worry, doubt, curiosity, everything mixed into one.

We rested, he kissed me on the forehead before lying down next to me. We both lay hugging each other. I felt a puff of Damar's breath, it turned out that he fell asleep faster than what was imagined. He must be tired of having to take care of it here and there before the wedding takes place. I smiled looking at her slumbering face, a subtle snoring began to sound. I also closed my eyes.

At night, our wedding finally went on. Lots of invited guests who attended, do not forget Damar invited and paid some media crews so that Laura and Dimas know this wedding party. We received a lot of good prayers from the guests. I did not expect from our first meeting, until we hated each other, now we are legal as a married couple.

"Wulan," call my husband on the earlobe.

"Wulan, you are for Damar. You really are the one I love." He took my hand, kissed it and then switched to pecking my forehead. I smiled broadly, as if I was surrounded by people who cared so much about me.

I now have a large family, my grandparents even watched for themselves how their grandchildren's wedding reception took place. Mother and father have also made up with their parents, and in-laws. I'm curious about life after the wedding. I hope I can be with him under any circumstances.

"The room was made for me." This smile is perfect.

'TAMAT'