Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Wedding Day

At about twelve in the afternoon I arrived home. Don't forget I took Azka's motorbike. The atmosphere of the house is usually quiet now there are some people in it.

"Assalamualaikum.", I greet the people in my house.

"Getishalam."

I saw what his mother was, wanted to be called pelaminan but very small. Tau ah.which is clearly like the decorations that many people use for weddings. Is this a guarantee for me?

I saw someone I thought was a girl, but....

"This is the candidate for the manten bik?", asked the man to the aunt who was walking towards me.

"Non's home, let's non!", take aunt.

"Where to the bik?"

"Eh.... Non Nana poho, would want to be made up the same geni.

"Huh? Jeni?", my inner .

"Yes, no, noah. Jennies. JENNIE!"

I welcome his hand. What do I call you? mba? Mas's? ses? Aduuuhhh....

"I want to take a shower, pray and eat a bik!", I said as I left them. My aunt was stalking behind me.

''Boy does not hear the sound of cars, parking outside non?"

"No. The car was requested by Azka. Nana's got Azka's motorbike."

I sat down for a drink.

"Eat first non, will the ballom finish Friday prayers."

"Yes, yeah, bik."

Auntie got me a plate. I'll take a little rice and my favorite stew chicken side dish.

"Non..", call the aunt.

"Yes. Why bik?"

"Bibik already ready to stock dishes for the next week. Keep stock of soap, beras and others also have bibik store in the closet."

I stopped my eating.

"Dear aunt left me?"

"Non..bibik is affectionate with Non Nana, but there are Azka sir who are more entitled to keep Non Nana later."

"How long does aunt go home? Come back here, right?"

"God turn back non. But how long, aunt doesn't know."

"Why the mother really do bik...."

"Mother is not tega non, precisely mother is very good. It's been preparing all day for the future of non-Nana. "

I nodded in agreement. Mother is good, but it is too good to not give the opportunity to choose a candidate for my own companion.

"Already Non, shower keep praying yes. Kasian the Jeni is waiting from nine o'clock."

"Who told him to come here?"

"Mama-in-law Non!"

My mouth forms the letter 'O'.

"Yes, Nana took a shower."

After taking a shower, I immediately set up my four rakaats. I thought longer than usual. Trying to get rid of the awkward feeling of facing this sudden marriage.

I wore a small laced singlet shirt and shorts, after which I wore a kimono towel.

"Are you ready?", Jeni asked me.

Jeni was trying to get me to chat, I just responded with a nod or a slug.

"Perfect!", whispered Jeni.

Now I see a mirror in front of me.Disana shows the figure of me 'weird'. I myself do not recognize my face that Jeni felt in such a way.

Tok.dok....

"Non, ijab qobul is done. Let's go down yuk!", take aunt.

"Huh? How can it be done, right from now Nana here?"

"Yes, let's go down. I've been waiting for her husband", goda bibik.

"Yes, let's have a sec."

I rushed to wear flannel sandals with Doraemon motifs.

"Non?" said the aunt as she looked at my feet.

"Why? He said get it down?"

"Bibik is ready for non heels...."

"Bibik will know Nana can not use heels, let alone nurunin stairs. Bibik wants to, liat Nana jatoh?"

"No non!", bibik shook his head resignedly.

"Hold Nana. Nana's the way!" Bibik and Jeni held me in my right left arm.

Slowly I went down the stairs. At first glance it sounded like the sound of a wasp just coming out of its nest.

At that moment, Azka looked at me without blinking. Then she directed her gaze at my feet.

Is he also going to protest like a aunt? Before he asked, I explained it first.

"Nana can't wear heels", my voice sounded quite loud by the occupants of this room.

Om Azka glanced at me who was already beside her. I signed my marriage book.

Then Azka stretched out her hand to kiss me. Not forgetting after that, a warm kiss landed right beside me.

After taking pictures with his alakadar pose and as a family document, we ate together.

"We say yes son!", said Mr. Bhakti, my father-in-law.

"Yes pah."

"Azka, please take care of papa's daughter. Never hurt this beautiful girl."

"Yes pah."

The same answer came out of both of our mouths.

My parents left this house. The decorator is done with his job. So is the catering employee who mama-in-law prepared specifically for this simple event.

The house is back empty. It's just me, Azka and aunt.

No sense of the azan Maghrib. Soon, my aunt will leave me from this house. Yes, let me be with the foreign man who was originally going to be my stepfather.

"I went to mushola!", said Azka.

"Yes,om!", I replied. He also walked away. Didn't he think about what it would be like if the neighbors saw him here?

Ah...I better prepare myself for the magrib prayer at home.

"I went back down the stairs as Bibik was lifting some cardboard boxes and a bag of clothes.

"Any aunt is leaving?", I approached the fat woman.

"Non. wait for Azka to come home from the mosque"

Not long after, the awaited came.

"Sir, I want to go home." Bibik said that after Azka approached us.

"Yes bik, for a second!", Om Azka back away from us. Open the suitcase in front of your room. Then take out a thick enough envelope.

"Get me a bik, for the bibik provisions in the village."

"Ja.no Azka sir. Non Nana has given me a salary and even bonuses that are much the same. Don't add any more." My aunt refused the envelope.

"Please take the bik, maybe not much. But let's just say thank you from me, because the aunt has been looking after Nana after her mother is not there."

Bibik glanced at me, asking for my approval. I also nodded in agreement. After all, Azka was already the person in charge of my life. Don't let him be offended by the rejection of the aunt.

"Thank you Azka sir." Finally, the aunt received the envelope.

Bibik's phone rings.

"Yes, wait a minute."

Then he put his phone back in his bag.

"Sir Azka, titip non Nana yes. Please understand if his behavior makes Mr. Azka emotional. Non Nana's a good boy, sir. He's a sweet child, definitely so obedient.Please guide non Nana yes sir. Make non Nana a good wife." My aunt pointed her eyes at me. I can only brush my lips.

"God willing!", said Azka.

Now it was my turn to approach me. Hugged me sincerely.

"Non, take care of yourself. Non is now a wife. Limit association with non-Mahram. Learning to be a good wife isn't it?", she whispered.

"Can Nana make it?", I whispered in her ear.

"It can."

We take off the hug.

"Bibik left ya non, Azka sir. Assalamualaikum!"

"Getishalam."

After the bibik died, the voice of azan isya echoed.

Om Azka glanced at me.

"If I go to the mosque again, you dare to be home alone?"

"Of course!", I answered briefly.

Om Azka also said goodbye.With me, I will also carry out my four rakaat.

But, Azka's suitcase caught my attention. When I keep that suitcase there?

I also pulled the suitcase into my room. Pretty heavy. Maybe Azka brought all her clothes in her mother's house.

I put the suitcase in the corner of my room. Later after the prayer, I just finish the clothes om Azka.

I also finished praying. Prepare to put om Azka's clothes into my closet which is quite large. I'm not a typical person who likes to collect unimportant items. My clothes aren't too much.

I deliberately opened my room door so that om Azka could easily find me when he looked for it.

Work clothes om Azka still looks neat even though it is in the suitcase. I put it on the left side of my closet. A few pajamas and a casual t-shirt I put under him, too. Don't forget I also clean clothes in om azka. I shuddered in horror as I held the triangle in my hand. Imagining....???!

Ahhh. It's so brainy!

I thought it was all over. Turns out, there was a big, thick envelope in the suitcase.

'For Azka'

Is this your will to om azka? But, this thick?

"Nana!", call om Azka surprised me.

Om Azka looked at me like that.

"Put the envelope back in place."

"Yes, um."

I also closed the suitcase om Azka. Then put it in the corner of the room.

Om Azka looked at me with a look I did not understand. Is he mad because I've cleaned his clothes?