Nackal Duda
My Wedding Day

Finally came when I was about to make the sacred promise of marriage. Again.

In the past, when I wanted to say Ijab kabul I was very groggy, especially when the beautiful Tara with stunning makeup sat beside me. The more groggy it feels.

Who would have thought 3 years later I would marry someone's daughter. Again.

Really this time I am ordinary, there is no tension like when we first said Ijab kabul first. Now I'm just relaxing. Memorize it easily.

No tents adorned my front door. There are no lectures that are usually held before the event starts. Slender. It was as if no wedding was going to take place.

We also did not expect any invited guests to attend. Only the forerunner, my parents and Papa's lawyer are witnesses to our marriage.

Mama has ordered food to be distributed to neighbors after the event. Understandably, my neighbors are mostly WNAs that are rarely at home.

Turns out Mr. RT also came to see my wedding. The living room of my house is already in the title of carpet and a small table for the marriage contract later. The sofa has been issued so that the living room looks wider, although no guests are present anyway.

I'm wearing a suit that's been delivered by a boutique guy. I've booked a photographer to capture my wedding and dance. Although not celebrated in the building, there is at least one wedding photo that is proof that we are married.

Dance came with a very beautiful kebaya on her body. The MUA I hired changed her innocent face with great make-up. I am so happy to see her beauty.

It feels like what I married is not Tari, the introductory girl who kepo and maksa if something is desired. Dance transformed into a beautiful Cinderella with kebaya clothes.

"Can we start now?" ask Mr. Penghulu.

"Could, sir." I answered steadily.

The marriage has begun.

"I accept Tara Anggraini binti's marriage" I have not finished saying Papa has elbowed my hand.

"Daughter Dance, Gas! Not Tara Anggraini!" Papa reminded.

I became groggy immediately. Why did I mention Tara's name? Oh Allah...

"Please focus. If not memorized can see the record." said Mr. Penghulu.

I glanced at Dance who was wiping away her tears. Ah... Why would I hurt her on such an important day?

Not wanting to repeat my mistakes, I was focused and in one breath I could recite them with confidence.

"Huh?" ask Mr. Penghulu.

"Well" replied the witness.

"Alhamdulillah."

Dance is now my wife. I put our wedding ring on his ring finger. There's nothing special about our wedding rings, unlike what we used to have with Tara engraving our names inside.

Dance kiss my hand and change I kiss her forehead. His red face held in shame, making the blouse on his face so red. You innocent girl!

After the event, Mama distributed food to all the neighbors. Of course to Tara's house too.

Penghulu and Mr. Rt have gone home, now it's just me and Tari who are doing a photo shoot.

The photographer directs various styles so that my photos and Dance are good.

"Try his Mama's hand on his chest. Then the Masnya hugged his Ma'am's waist." the photographer ordered, making the dance even more flushed with embarrassment.

I did what the photographer did, Holding Dance's waist and pulling her closer. Our distance is getting closer. I could see his face from a close distance. The face of my wife I don't love.

"Well that's good. His mother raised her gaze, let each other look at Masnya." the photographer ordered again.

Dance according. He lifted his face and our eyes met each other.

"More decks. His nose stuck to each other! Let's be more friendly!"

This is what the hell! Until the nose must be cut. But I did it so that the results were good.

"Ehem! Excuse me!" the voice of someone I know.

I looked towards the origin of the sound. It turns out that's right, Tara's coming.

I let go of my embrace to Tari and looked towards Tara who was walking over.

"I... Wanna say congratulations." he said, extending his hand.

"Content." I welcome his hand.

After shaking my hand, Tara now shook Tari's hand. "Congratulations!"

Dance nodded without a word.

"Hm... How are there no invited guests present? Will there be another event in the building?" tara asked who seemed to be paying attention to the current state of our house.

"There is no other party, we are just a marriage contract" I replied.

"O.H... But how does his family not exist either? At least as a guest or a witness to the wedding."

"I'm an orphan, Ma'am. No relatives so no one came." replied Tari honestly.

Tara nodded at Tari's reply. "You've known me for a long time? How long's the date?"

This time I didn't let Tari answer. "Thank you for coming and congratulating me. We're going to have a photo shoot."

I then talked to the photographer. "Our mother continued again. The scene is closer and more friendly yes. If you hug from behind?"

"Sure, Mas."

I then stood behind Tari and hugged her tightly while whispering. "Place a big smile. Cheese."

Dance according to, the right moment to take our picture. The photographer smiled satisfied because his model was his own initiative.

Feeling that no one cared about her, Tara walked out of my house. I don't know why I'm satisfied. I like to see his disappointed displays.

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"Tonight Dance sleeps here, Om?" tanya Dari shyly.

"That's it! You are my wife now. It's been a shower. You must be so tired of wearing make-up all day!" I dry my still wet hair with a towel.

Dance has entered the bathroom. Turn on the TV and watch it while sleeping in bed.

Shortly Dance came out of my room. Both balls of my eyes almost jumped to see what Tari was wearing.

Dance running shy with pink lingerie in which there is a bra and cd with matching colors. He deliberately teased me?

"What are you doing?" I asked as he sat by the bed.

"You sleep." she replied innocently.

"Would you sleep or tease me?"

"Tempting? Dance tease Om? Bizarrely. Dance time looking for information on clothes worn at the wedding night out answer is kayak gini, yaudah Tari follow!" again he answered innocently.

"Do you know what a husband and wife does on a wedding night?" ask again.

Unexpectedly, Tari nodded with confidence.

"What?"

"Sleeping while hugging."

A doenggg... What a funny answer.

"Do you know who I am?" ask again.

He nodded back. "Om Agas's. Dance tau dong!"

"OKAY. Now try to follow my words." An idea flashed through my head, making me interested to try it. "Om, invite Dance to have fun dong!"

"We want to go for a walk? Tonight?" instead of answering, Dance asked back.

"Ikutin only! Who wants to go for a walk?"

"Kirain wants to go for a walk. Dance to change clothes first if so." still answer the child.

"Report what I asked!" I said impatiently.

"He's patient or Om! Don't keep getting angry!" I even got his nagging. "Om, invite Dance to have fun dong!"

"Wrong! The tone is more seductive. Kayak gini: "Om, take Dance fun dong!" I see!" I pointed it at him in a seductive voice.

"Om, invite Dance to have fun dong!" He followed what I said, his tone was the same.

"certain. Om will make you happy." I smiled widely. Yess, tonight can that still seal!

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