God's Choice of Mate
Night Reception

Still in the atmosphere today, I saw that Ray's mother was the same as Mommy. Mas Ray seemed calm and solemn to greet our parents one by one. There was no sadness or tears on his face. How could he be that loud anyway? Didn't he ever make the same mistake as Mom and Dad? Or maybe I am the same old man's most sin. Hixes.

***

The class tonight is just over. The time is 10:00. I went into the room first. I'll change my cell phone clothes. A call from my best friend who is in the Middle East.

I had a long conversation with Nisa, apparently she is currently pregnant. Ah glad if I were like him. I'll definitely cheer. About, there are already living things growing in my stomach yet huh? I stroked my slender belly which for the last 2 weeks was planted with the seeds of our love. I imagined if I was pregnant, what my beautiful body would look like. I laughed to myself.

"Darling why are you?" Struggled Ray who was standing behind me. I didn't realize his arrival.

"Oh, no papa. Just had a chat with me" said I. How could I have told you that I was imagining my slim belly growing.

"Who?Guys?" His eyes stare. Ish, I'm so scared that I'm calling a guy. Looks like I have to apply Social distancing with a friend who is male.

"Not a woman, a woman. Mas ih Su'udzon mulu" I said. Now I'm good at using the term to arabic arabian. Yei!

"Mas is just his name, not his recite" he said pulling my nose. Ray threw his body down next to me.

"Eh, try to come back here" She turned my body facing towards him.

"Why mas? Is there something wrong with my face?" I panicked to touch my face. Do not let any spots, or pimples that suddenly appear. Tomorrow's an important day no face can be lacking.

"Beautiful! THE CUP!" He said, peeping at my forehead.

"Kan emang beautiful from the sonna mas" said Ku, pe de dong I talk gini. Can lose face and body care for 2 days yesterday if you can not praise from the husband.

"Shafa is so pretty when it comes to hijabs" Heeh? I widened my eyes. I guess what she praised my smooth, slippery, shiny face, this, uh she knows is even her hijab. Shaphas.. Shafa should be aware from the beginning if your husband is his demen ama alim-alim. What if he tells me to hijab. Oh No!!! My hair can get loose or fall out. No.no.no. Besides, I don't think that hijab can be forced. If it is ready to make new, than it will open and close.

"Emmm... Mas, change clothes yuk" I switched the conversation about hijab. My hand started to move unbuttoning her top shirt.

"You want to start teasing the mas again?" Mas Ray held my hand, and looked at me with a gaze that made ambyaaar. Ish, this is my hand why also use the button book event.

"No, no...!!! that's why the game changed clothes"

"Bukaiiiin" He said spoiled. I want to bite him like this. I also started to open the cloak that was attached to his body.

"Udah, now change it" I turned back to him. The dress that I am wearing right now has a few buttons on the back so it is very difficult to open on your own.

"His hands don't go anywhere" I said when I felt his hands had moved to the front of my body.

"Yes.iya" He chuckled. Very tempting me.

After we finished changing clothes, we headed to the bed. There is no other ritual but sleep, because we have to rest enough to face the big event tomorrow.

***

Since 2 o'clock, I and some family members left for the hotel where our reception was at the title. I saw a large poster of a picture of myself and Ray had been neatly displayed at the entrance of the hotel. Some of the bouquets of flowers have been seen perched beautifully in the hotel courtyard. I occupy a special room that has been provided by the hotel. Very spacious room with a long white horden. Fill in it as in a special design for couples who will spend the wedding night in that place. A very fragrant rose fragrance burst into this room. Wangiiii.

I was made up by a professional MUA. Ray accompanied me in the room. And you know, Ray's very chatty. Several times he reprimanded the mbak who again put on my makeup to not shave my eyebrows and not wear thick makeup like brides in general.

"Are you ready?" Ask Mas Ray who is also ready to wear a black suit. I smiled seeing her sweet smile surpassing the sugar java. Handsome!

"Already, Come!!! There are a lot of guests coming" Mommy said.

I walked by flanking my husband's hand. Mom, Mommy, Eva's sister Amel and Vira walked behind us.

When entering the event my heart feels deg degan. I'm nervous to be the center of attention of so many guests. I took a deep breath and I exhaled slowly. This is what it feels like to be a bride. My eyes swept across all sides of the room. BEAUTIFUL.that's the right word to describe the place where I'm standing right now. Decorations are chosen mommy and mom dominant colors white and peach. I don't know how many rose trucks they brought to decorate this place dominated by rose flower arrangements. Beautiful crystal lamp dangling adds to the impression of luxury that raises the admiration every yang see it. What a perfect wedding!

We stepped slowly towards the throne on stage with the accompanying instrument A Thousandsd years added a romantic impression that night. I saw that Dad and Daddy were already on stage occupying the guardian seats on the left and right of our throne. I really feel like I'm the queen tonight. Happy, that's how I feel. My lips have the reflex to always develop a smile.

The show had just started, Daddy's guests and dad were turning to greet us. And Mas Ray stick with his style that is willing to shake hands with female guests.

"Congratulations"

"May be happy"

"Cepet has a baby?"

"May last until grandparents"

The words that continue to sound alternately along with the invited guests who continue to arrive. I assure them of all the prayers and hopes they say.

I saw my friends teaching me to come in a blue night dress code. Ms. Ita, Ms. Anne, Mr. Adit, Mr. Rudi and others were also present. However, I did not see Tania with them. Maybe he avoided a deeper heartbreak.

"Congratulations Bu Shafa, very beautiful" said Miss Anne hugged me in the aftercare by Ms. Ita and other colleagues. We also took photos together.

After the teachers got off the stage, it was now Ray's colleagues who went up and congratulated them. Maybe they were fellow lecturers. There were also some young women who called him Mr. Ray's. Looks like these boys are his students.

The sound of the MC inviting someone to contribute a song. I'd love to run to the music stage and sing but I'm sure Ray will definitely ban me.

Music began to play. I jerked. This song? I looked far away at the music scene. Who is he?

.

.

.

___________

Photos of their Wedding ceremony😍😘 Mr.Rayyan and Miss Shafa😍😍😍