Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] Finally, Valid

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahiim, I married you Brother Gandhi Bagaskara bin Alexander Abraham with Ananda Chatrine Salsabila bint Ismail with a dowry of 20 million 20 thousand rupiah and a pair of goats paid in cash," firmly Mr. Penghulu.

I don't care about whispering around each other. Changing the originally calm atmosphere to a little noisy. But I continued to concentrate and tried not to be affected by anything.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Chatrine Salsabila bint Ismail with the dowry paid in cash" I shouted loudly to tighten our handshake.

"Yeeeeeeaaaaahhh!" I clenched both hands.

"Heh, no!" seloroh Pak Penghulu patted my hand.

I was shocked and gawked, what does that mean? The feeling that was originally full of relief turned into crampedness again.

"How are the witnesses?" ask Mr. Penghulu. Oh my god I forgot.

"Yeahahah!" shouted all witnesses and invited guests accompanied by booming laughter that did not stop. Some even burst out to tears.

"Alhamdulillaah," said Mr. Penghulu continued with the reading of all prayers, then the signing of the files.

My picture and Chaca's picture have been intertwined in a small book that is very syacral in red and green. Not just his picture, of course. But ourselves too, we have been united in halal ties in the eyes of religion and law.

Love comes unexpectedly. No matter the age gap that stretches between us, it doesn't matter with the difference in status we are holding. As far as we go, as much as any trials that confront if it is destined to be a match will certainly unite.

And from here I understand, behind all the trials I went through. There are so many lessons I can take. I am so grateful for everything, God has brought me to the person I love and love so much. God will not give us what we want, but He will give us what we need.

My body sagged for a moment, sweat rushing down my face. My feelings are breaking, happiness has enveloped my heart. I cupped both hands to cover my face. Until Papa's clap on my shoulder made me look.

"Finally, congratulations Gandhi" said Papa, smiling. Then I hugged him.

"Brother Gandhi, I'm still curious. Why is the dowry having goats? Pair anyway. Surely the guests are also curious huh to? Honestly, when I say it holding back a laugh," asked Mr. Penghulu holding the microphone with a smile.

I laughed because almost everyone in the room laughed. I fixed my sitting position.

"For his pair of goats is my wife's request sir. Who knows, you could be a goat man. If it is sold 'will be quite good sir," my chirps again kicked the laughter of all people.

"Oh, like that. My advice must be taken care of properly, may it be a blessing for your family in the future" said Mr. Penghulu.

I nodded and declared, if it has been made a palace (cage) for the two goats. Because it's precious to me and Chaca.

My eyes were filled with the girl who was now walking closer to me. I was stunned when I saw her coming down the stairs with Mama and MUA behind her. His smile never faded from his face.

My eyeballs follow every step. I was fascinated by the woman wearing the white kebaya. She, looks more mature. Her aura of beauty was radiating. Chaca, she's my woman, my lover, my wife.

I couldn't hide the smile on my face since. She walked so slowly, I couldn't wait to pull her in my arms. I stood up, still with a streak of happiness that could not fade on my face.

My body rippled violently, when we were only 2 meters away. I'm gonna grab both hands. But my hand was immediately brushed aside violently by his MUA.

"Propheme" he said without guilt. He gave me and Chaca a leaf roll.

I watched and turned it around. My forehead is wrinkled, it looks like it's betel leaf. I looked at Chaca who was also confused by that thing.

"Well, this is the name of the balang gantal, Mas Gandhi and Mbak Chaca please throw each other the betel. In traditional Javanese means throwing mutual affection," explained MUA it.

We nodded in understanding, then on the count of three me and Chaca threw the leaf together. Claps accompanied our happiness.

"My wife, I love you so much" I said steadily kissing the back of her hand, then switched to kissing her forehead for so long and hugging her.

"I love you so much too, my husband," she replied in my arms, then kissed the back of my hand as it took it off.

The smell of jasmine flowers rippled in my nose. I looked at his face. No woman can replace him in my heart.

Our bodies were still clinging to each other, the atmosphere was still. All attention is on us. Our eyes clashed with each other, until at last he dripped a clear crystal.

"Why cry, dear," I wiped her tears lightly for fear of ruining her makeup.

"I'm so happy, Om. I never thought this day would come" he said in a hoarse voice.

"Sorry Ma'am, Mas can be continued in the room only. Now we have to wait with both parents first," chirped MUA resuscitate us.

Chaca blushed in embarrassment, then retreated her steps. I just scratched the nape that wasn't itchy from embarrassment either.

We approached Mama and Papa who were already sitting on the single sofa that had been prepared. I grabbed Chaca's hand and took her walking. Arriving in front of Mama and Papa, we gathered to kiss the back of his hand in turn. Then he grabbed our bodies and kissed us.

Sobs coloring this sungkeman event. My eyes are also red. Chaca has been so happy. I'm sure Chaca must be reminded of Mommy. Because I remember him the same.

Mother, we miss Mother very much. Gandhi is married to Chaca Bun. Does Mother also see our happiness? If only Mother were still here. Mother, we love you very much.

I lowered my head, my tears also escaped falling to the floor while remembering Mother. I hugged Chaca, she shed all her tears without caring about her makeup.

"Mas Gandhi" choked several people at the same time.

I was surprised to see each other with Chaca. Removing the tears that flowed down her cheeks. Then kissed her forehead before we turned around.

They hugged me and Chaca. This is a real surprise! My little sisters were also present to witness my happiness. Chaca and I cried again because of their arrival.

"Mas don't cry" said 5-year-old Intan. He wiped my tears with his tiny fingers.

Intan, Mother's youngest adopted child. He was most devastated when he saw Mother leaving. But day after day, the boy became the most powerful person among us. She believes Mother is happy in heaven.

I stood up and took them to eat. Likewise, all invited guests are welcome to taste the dish.

"What do you want to eat, honey?" I squatted in front of him.

"It doesn't want anything, Mas" he said with a beautiful smile.

My eyes surrounded, catching Chaca who was joking with the other sisters.

"Wait here, baby, go get it" I said, poking her tiny nose.

When I got back with some food, I saw the wandering santi by the window. I put food and drink in front of Intan, then he ate with great voracity.

He grew up to be an independent child and never relied on anyone else. Yes, Mother has taught all her children to be independent and loving.

I walked closer to Santi. "San," I said patting her on the shoulder.

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