Horizon
Episode 20's

"How have you been exposed since?" I glanced at my wife who was sitting in the back of the car. Seeing the Khanza who is anteng like this I even became unsettled. He is usually the most.

The woman shook her head, "No papa"

It takes about ten minutes to get to the reception building. I have changed my costume to wear a big uniform, while Khanza still wears kebaya only with a more elegant model than he wore when Ijab qabul.

"You don't have to be tense" I tried to melt the atmosphere. My hand stroked the back of his hand slowly.

"The one who is always tense. Lah me?"

I frowned, "Huh? Meanin?"

"Yes has a very tense one. If I don't."

I laugh. It could be that this woman thinks up there when she is nervous not kelulungan.

"You don't know how to be tense" I whispered.

Khanza raised one eyebrow.

"Dilemesin." I said near his ear. "Where? Wouldn't you?" replace me who raised an eyebrow.

"Come on" she smiled shyly. "You want to be" he added.

"So, will you?" I asked once again.

"Here?" Khanza.

I'm getting on her body, "Pake hands first. Gladi net for a temporary malem" a small bite I give in his earlobe.

"Akhs.." Khanza was surprised by my sudden action, "The naughty iiih. I will be like" one spoiled punch landed on the chest of my field. "Puter turned back yuk yang. Search hotels"

"Hush. ngaur. Wanted. The show starts again"

"Take a minute papa." he's still trying his luck.

"There you will ask for mulu mulu because of ease"

"Well, my wife is a duck. Don't get me. Onion is more suitable for you"

"What did you say? I'm like a duck?"

"No. Who said that" I shook my head.

"Bo 'ong. I was obviously horrified" he still didn't accept.

"Ah, you were wrong the other time." I said casually.

"Yeahang iiihi. This malem has no rations for you" use sok-sokan mengambek my first lady.

"Ah cooking?" I get more excited about it.

Khanza could not answer. Obviously it can't be, the one he's been waiting for the most.

"Related?" ask me again while mengoel-noel his forehead. Funny the hell that face, want me sack keep me uyel-uyel in the room.

Again, yes-yes, we have arrived at the reception. Family and guests are waiting at the venue. My colleagues have lined up neatly with his service uniform ready to start the sword ceremony. Inside the building, Tristan who became the ceremonial inspector readied his troops. Accompanied by music from a special TNI marching band that drove us down from the car.

I took Khanza step into the drapery that dangled at the entrance. Along the red carpet, the uniformed troops lined up neatly on its sides, with the sword still sheathed in their right hand. The Protocols began to bring the demands for the sake of the demands of this ceremony, up to the anticipated time, the feast of the sword.

Again, boisterous sound of trumpets and drums together into a jarring symphony that arouses conscience. Enlightening the nuances of mind and the rumbling of taste that is given the strains of tempestuous tone. Step by step we move forward. Passing through the towering sword gates challenged the roofs of the sky. The soldiers pulled their swords from their scabbards, lifted up high until the two ends united to form a gate. I took Khanza step by step down the sword passageway. Arriving at the end, the soldiers moved around us with their swords still held in high esteem, forming a pattern by uniting the swords at one point above our heads. After fulfilling one round, the soldiers turned around and knelt down by drawing their swords forward, making a sunflower pattern.

Khanza and I are the center of attention. In front of everyone, I took the ring from the top of the tray that was carried by one of the people in charge of bringing the handover. Accompanied by prose and the twang of melancholy tones of the marching band made by cadets, the ring I slowly attach on the ring finger of the woman who has been legally my wife. Likewise, Khanza, he alternately pairs the symbol of our bond of love and shows the world that we have united in divine sacred bond.

The procession doesn't stop there. My commander and his wife entered into the sun circle formation, carrying a strand of white jasmine to be placed around my neck as a symbol of congratulations. While his wife handed me the box of Persit Chandra Kirana, welcome this companion of my life as one of the members of their organization.

The clang of the tone grew increasingly lively and rumbling, leading us to the end of the event. The feast of the sword of the day ended with my one hand raised saluting.

One hand that pays respect is for the country. And one other hand is for the wife. This symbolization made me realize, this woman who stuck with me for a lifetime must be willing to share, because her husband belongs to the state, and she will always be number two because of it.

My wife.don't be jealous. Although this body is always loyal to the country, but this heart will never be replaced. I pledge.