Fake Princess
Dlxi Chapter
I glanced at some middle-aged women including Aunt Alida who was standing around me, they were shoulder to shoulder wearing the white kimono that I was going to wear for the wedding. I, unable to explain clearly what really happened yesterday .. However, when the man put the hot iron behind my ears, just as I was engaged, it was very painful, I can re-imagine that pain.
More specifically, after I drank the water given by the priest. He, carrying out the next ceremony by putting a hot iron in the shape of my name to be juxtaposed with a burn in the name of Zeki that is behind my ear. Compared to decapitated heads, of course, receiving hot iron is better for women. Aahh, I really curse this world.
“Princess, we will call His Majesty. Please sit down first to wait for them,” said aunt Alida while raising both her hands towards me.
I raised both hands to grab her hand, slowly . She and the other woman, helping me to sit down. One by one, they came out of the room, leaving me alone. My fingers again clasped tightly onto the white kimono I was wearing, several times acutely bowed with a sigh, trying to calm down the bit of anxiety that struck.
The door of the room shifted, greeted the whole family who walked in and sat down before me. Both me, and them .. Just look at each other, without saying any words. “My daughter,” Dad's voice breaks the silence.
“Today, you will welcome a new life. Not to be Takaoka Sachi as before, but rather to bear the same surname as your husband. Respect him, respect his every decision .. Because after this is over, he will assume the responsibility to take care of you.”
“But that does not mean, you have to hide all your complaints from your Father, Mother or brothers. Father-”
My father's words came to a halt, he bowed down by raising his palm to cover his face. “Dad,”, I said, until his face lifted up looking at me.
“I'm sorry Sachi, because I haven't been a filial son who can make you happy. I have not returned the kindness of Father, the kindness of my brothers, and the kindness of others .. I have not returned a single favor, but I have decided to go marry a man.”
“Omong empty what did you say?” tukas Izumi who cut my words, “if this is all over, then you go follow your husband .. That does not mean this Palace is no longer your home. You can come back at any time, even you have Kou who can take you anywhere with a snap right?” Izumi continued while looking at me.
“It's your happy day, don't cry! Your makeup is too stunning to be destroyed by a cry,” Haruki's smiling dream looks at me.
Dad stood up, “ alright, it's time we go. If it is too late, it is feared that there will be a lot of residents who see,” said Dad while walking and standing in front of me.
I looked at them one by one, the black kimonos Dad wore with my other brothers, making them look dashing, likewise with Mother who looks very graceful behind the same colored kimono that she wears. I held my hand up and grabbed my hand, and he helped me to stand still, and then led me to walk out of the room.
I raised my head slightly as the carriage I was riding stopped, the white head covering I was wearing .. Limiting my vision as I tried to glance towards the sound of the door being heard. “We have arrived, Father will help you,” I turned towards that voice while raising my palm grabbed his hand that was pointing at me.
My body moved slightly as my grasp strengthened, slowly, I moved down from the carriage. Father released his hand, as Zeki who stood before us walked forward. The black-colored kimono he was wearing left me stunned for a moment, a
I welcome the outstretch of her hand that leads me to it, “you look so beautiful,” whispered her voice as we both had stood side by side.
My grip on him grew stronger as music filled my ears. The two men who were playing musical instruments who were standing on our backs, had walked up to a middle-aged man dressed in white who had already stepped on his feet. Zeki and I followed the three men up the stairs to reach the temple on the hill.
The music continued to be heard in our footsteps. Several times, I took a deep breath and exhaled it back while climbing the hill. Our footsteps continued, then stopped past the wooden archway as the steps we climbed ended. The three people who led our way, invited us to walk near the temple which was not too far from the gate earlier.
The grip between the two of us was released, as we walked into the temple. We walked side by side stopping at a high table in the middle of the temple. A man dressed in white stood not too far in front of us. He chanted, probably a do’a .. Using words from a language I don't understand.
Two men carrying each of the golden teapots, walked over to us as the chanting sounds of the previous man ended. The man who chanted do’a earlier, stepped his legs closer while both hands grabbed a small cup that was on the table. Let out that glance of my eyes, towards the hand of Zeki who grabbed the small cup earlier.
I, raising both hands, grabbed the small cup that the man had given Zeki. The two men carrying the golden teapot, slowly poured water into the small cup that was in my hand. I lifted the small cup earlier, sipping up to three times in small increments of sake inside.
We continue to do this up to three times, starting from the smallest cup, medium cup to large cup. After the two men carrying the teapot left us, the man wearing white clothes, more precisely the priest .. Gave a paper roll to Zeki. Both of my eyes glanced towards the two hands of Zeki who grabbed and opened the paper scroll earlier.
“I, Zeki Bechir. Swearing, to take care of the woman whom I have chosen as wife .. Guard her from every evil of the outside world, fulfilling her every need, reminding her if she makes a mistake. On behalf of Deus, this is my oath to him,” Zeki said as he gave the scroll back to the priest.
The priest turned around, giving the sheet to a man carrying a tray standing behind him. He turned to his side while grabbing a twig full of leaves from the Sasaki tree, then gave the twig to Zeki and me.
I lowered my head by closing my eyes while putting the end of the twig into my forehead as the chant from the priest again sounded. My eyes opened again when the backstroke ended, I delivered the twig I was holding with the tip facing me, while I slowly put the twig I was holding onto the table. “Ritual has been completed, with this .. Both of you are officially married,” the voice of the priest is heard when I close my eyes while patting my palm twice.