DEKA'S DREAM
The Substitute Bride

As if being chased when I was trying to swallow raw raw my nervousness, I saw the breath of Sarjono kakung getting all-everything, his eyes were no longer focused

Ms. Arti cried while kissing her father's hand, I know she must have been forced to accept this as much as I do, but we both had no choice but to agree with Kakung Sarjono's last wish.

"Marry ya." Sarjono said to his daughter.

"Yes, Mr. Arti wants to get married" she replied while crying and crying.

Yudha called the ruler who was outside to marry the two of us, in the room there was only me and Arti as the bride, Sarjono kakung as the marriage guardian, Uti Sri , in the room , Uti Tika and Yudha bear witness to the promise I will make to keep her, always faithful and respectful of the Meaning of my wife.

I said this Ijab Qobul smoothly with just one breath, somehow the name of the Meaning of Clear Light so smoothly I said as if I often recited it.

"Witness Legal?" asked my hand-shaking keeper, "SAH." The answer came out of the lips of all the witnesses who witnessed our impromptu marriage, even though I was just a surrogate bride somehow happiness tickled my heart a little. O Lord, this is the grace that you gave me without me asking, she is the successor of my beloved whom you have separated in your ways, I still do not understand and cannot understand this.

Penghulu again recited the prayer after the witnesses said it was legitimate, Kakung Sarjono smiled widely, all the witnesses agreed to the prayer panghulu for the sustainability of my household with Arti, the, unfortunately, the atmosphere of happiness that I just felt was replaced by a sad atmosphere, because at that time Kakung Sarjono exhaled his last breath, luckily Yudha was still able to invite him by calling God's asthma smoothly, he said, he looked at me again after that as if to say please take care of my daughter and I replied with agukan.

Kakung Sarjono has closed his eyes for a long time, leaving me with a huge responsibility of asking me to look after his daughter, Oh God maybe I can so long as I do not understand whether this is real or a dream, ahhh I think later that it is important to live first what is in front of my eyes.

The melodious groan of the holy verse of the Qur'an accompanies the dead body of Sarjono's kakung which lies stiffly in its place, all the families are hit by this calamity, the death of the kakung Sarjono, it should have been a happy day for them because their daughter was on bail, but it all turned 180 degrees because the groom unilaterally canceled the event.

Ah, God has said no need to be regretted, maybe this is the best plan he has designed for all of us.

I carried the body of my savior man and my mother, even she gave her daughter to me, my tears kept flowing with her departure, she was the figure of the man I considered my father even though only a few days I knew him.

Red land became his last resting place, I always pray for him so that he gets the best place in the side of God the owner of life and death.

I saw Yudha have Arti, I wanted to feel like I was hugging my woman and remembering her but I was afraid she would reject me.

Uti Tika several times passed out in the cemetery, the old woman who always faithfully accompanied and cared for her husband was unable to withstand this painful separation.

I carried the old woman in the car followed by Uti Sri and Surti's mother who looked shocked but worked hard.

"Le, where's your wife?" ask Uti Sri to me.

"In the car Yudha ti, ga papa we bring Uti Tika aja (At that time I saw my wife passed out in front of Yudha's car) bentar ya Ti, My wife fainted." I immediately got out of the car and ran to memorize my wife.

"Yud." call me.

Without realizing it, I carried my wife's body and got into Yudha's car.

"Yud, you just bring the car, let me take you." ask me, Yudha also understood he immediately agreed.

I panicked more because he never woke up, I decided to drive my vehicle, he was still asleep I looked again he had a funny feeling also imagined his reaction when he knew I opened the veil and buttons his shirt.

The car driven by Yudha had arrived in front of the house, I saw Uti Tika already realized he could walk into his house by being swept by Uti Sri and Surti's mother.

Yudha approached my car, and I opened my windshield a little.

"Let me bring you Jud." I said.

"Good bang." she replied, huff fortunately she did not see the condition of her mother, if you see the shame I was coughed by her.

"Sir, mbak." call me while patting his cheeks slowly, very smooth this cheek, kissed dikit ga papa time ya, ya, I took a little advantage of this opportunity I kissed this woman's forehead and smelled the fragrant aroma of her cheeks, and don't let her people know that I've taken this opportunity to nakalin him.

"Mbak, mbak Arti, mbak.." he moved a little sign that he had begun to realize, slowly he opened his eyes, when he saw me he was surprised.

"Who are you, why are you in my room." God, this is my inner car, I smiled at his behavior.

"I'm Deka mbak." answered me.

"Whether you're in my room." she asked, she sat down and realized that we were in the car, she was surprised again because the hair she had just rolled immediately fell and decomposed, he held her head and looked for her hijab.

"Ahhh, where is my veil, what are you doing huh" he said frantically, I also relaxed to respond with my smile.

"That's in my lap mbak kan hijabnya." answered me using my style santaiku, she's my wife's bantinku.

"You say open my hood hah, want to pervert ya." he replied while tidying his hair, his eyes also saw the buttons of his clothes that I had opened.

"Here, here's what you call me Deka" she said in fear.

"I didn't say why you mbak, just fainted, it's over I just open the veil mbak aja let mbak not crowded." answered me as it is

"Never believe it again, beware that you dare to be like that." threatened him, I have not answered his threat but he has opened the car door and closed it violently.

"God, she's so fierce." I muttered, I just stared at her departure with an erratic feeling, Oh my God, what I did earlier, even though I was just a substitute bride for her but I'm still her husband right, I'm not wrong, I could have done that.

DEKA'S DREAM

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