New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
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Faris and Aisha are guided by a custom guide to the main hall to pass through the series of traditional events after the marriage contract. From starting balangan gantal, ngidak tagan, innuendo, weighted indecisive, drinking rujak degan, kacar kur, looping, until then ended with a condolence to both parents.

After all the stages of the customary processions were carried out, it was time for the two to sit at the aisle greeting the guests who took turns to congratulate them.

“Ica's appearance today is pretty good too,” whispered Faris on the sidelines of his pose on camera.

“What lubricant?” aisha asked without turning away from the camera.

“Lumayan is not shy,” replied Faris chuckled seductively at his wife who did not also turn to him.

Sure enough, Aisha immediately turned her head with her eyes round when she heard her husband's statement.

“Aw .. pain Yes Allah,” moans Faris when it turns out again Aisha pinched her waist, but actually she likes it.

“Say if Ica is beautiful,” replied Aisha while widening her smile towards the camera.

Suddenly Faris pulled Aisha's waist, eroding the distance between them which made Aisha surprised.

“Abang ...” whispered Aisha.

“We are brides, must look friendly,” whispered Faris in the ear of Aisha who actually looks very sweet, making anyone who sees it will feel envious.

Like a pair of eyes at the end of the room that began to heat up when watching the two brides were very happy throwing each other affection.

***

Faris was silent for a long time in front of the door, precisely the door of their bridal room.

Aisha had indeed entered the room first, while she first accompanied her uncle-in-law to talk in the living room.

Several times he tried to exhale to stabilize his heartbeat which seemed to be protesting for release.

He held his wrist, fumbled his veins and felt his pulse.

“My pulse is irregular gini,” murmured when he felt his own pulse.

Again his hand stopped in the air as he was about to knock on the door in front of him, he looked around hoping that someone would save him from nervousness.

“First enter the operating room like not gini-gini very deh,” murmured again while rubbing his chest up and down.

“Okay I'm a guy, can't like gini!”

With gathered courage, he raised his hand to knock on the door before him.

The door three times. There's no answer. Maybe because it was too slow, Faris repeated the beat again.

“Who?” ask for a voice from within.

“Abang Ca,” Reply Faris as normal as possible.

“Log in aja Bang ...” shouted Aisha.

Deg, deg .. his heart raced abnormally hearing Aisha's answer.

Slowly turn the unlocked door knob. He lowered his head into the door, then stepped on his right leg while saying a greeting that was immediately answered by the woman who was sitting in front of the dressing table in the corner of the room.

The aromatherapy candle bushes in the decorated room in the style of the bridal room welcomed Faris.

With a heart beat that is increasingly timid, Faris approached the woman who looks like she is having trouble opening the makeup of the bride attached to her head.

“Abang help,” said Faris who has been standing behind Aisha.

Deg, Aisha's hand was stopped from her activities when she heard the sound.

For a few minutes their eyes met each other in the mirror that was plastered wide on the dresser. They were silent to each other, his eyes locked into each other's gazes.

“Ayo Faris says something.”

“This is how not Ca?” faris asked to break the silence that made Aisha frown, making her eyebrows intertwine.

“Hih what the hell am I."

“Kirain can,” replied Aisha smiling when she found out that her husband was trying to overcome his nervousness.

To be honest Aisha was as nervous as Faris, fortunately Faris could not hear her heartbeat.

“Abang try to open the clamp, keep pulling slowly.”

Faris began to follow Aisha's words until one by one the makeup on Aisha's head opened and left Aisha's plain hijab.

“Udah,” said Faris while handing over all her jewelry to Aisha.

“Keep trying to pull the hijab bond,” said Aisha asked Faris to open it, because her hand could not reach her.

Slowly Faris pulled Aisha's hijab ties behind her, how fascinated she was when she saw Aisha with a hairline that accidentally opened simultaneously with the hijab opening.

This was the first time for Faris to see Aisha without wearing an ehijab.

The makeup that has not been cleaned also adds a graceful impression to Aisha.

“Mau Abang first or Ica used to shower?” ask Aisha.

Silence, no answer.

“Which shower Brother first or Ica first?” ask Aisha again by touching Faris's arm.

“Hah?” replied Faris who looked confused.

“Ica first well who took a shower?”

“Ah yes Ica first,” replied Faris gelagapan.

***

Azka stopped her car when a woman waved at her, stopping right in front of the woman.

“Mas can you please help me not?” ask the woman who stopped Azka's journey.

“What's wrong Mba?”

“My car does not know why it suddenly broke down, Mas can please try to check why?”

Azka was speechless looking at the woman in front of her with a full-fledged look.

“Mba will be able to delivery mechanic from workshop.”

“It so happens that my subscription workshop again many jobs he said, can not send mechanic.”

“And many taxis, why should stop a rider like me?”

“Yeah Mas, the streets are quiet like this where there are taxis passing.”

Azka seemed to be thinking of digesting the speech of the woman before her.

“Why? Afraid I'm a criminal?”

“Who knows,” replied Azka ketus as it passed.

“Mas being a heartless guy anyway! The heart of the woman with the state of the car broke down on the streets deserted like a gini alone,” shouted the woman.

Azka seemed to stop her steps hearing the woman's cry, it was true that Azka turned to approach the woman.

“Where is the equipment?”

The woman turned her head with a sparkling face when she found out Azka had returned to help her. He immediately took the equipment in the trunk.

Azka began to open the engine room cover on the front of the car and struggled with the equipment provided. Silent. There's no conversation.

“I'm Karina,” said the woman beside her.

“Azka,” reply Azka briefly.

When Azka was focusing on repairing Karina's car engine, a baby cry was faintly heard.

“Kaya baby crying, but where?” murmured Karina while looking around her.

“Astaghfirullah Rafa!” azka said when she heard Karina mutter.

“You can please carry the baby in my car?” tanya Azka stopped her activities.

“Mas kidnapper yes?” karina widened her eyes when she heard Azka's words.

“Udah cepetan baby carrier, my hands will be dirty because nolongin you.”

“I can carry a baby,” replied Karina shook her head.

“You can be a girl. Or would you like me to stay here?”

“Ya yes,” said Karina gave up hearing Azka's threats.

“The milk bottle is in the bag in the back seat!” azka shouted as Karina started to move away.

Azka could breathe a sigh of relief when she saw Karina holding Rafa who started to calm down with her milk bottle.

“Mas crazy yeah! People's children are left in the car alone, if he is short of breath how?” grouse Karina.

“That's my son,” Azka replied without turning her head.

“Oh, where is his mother? How come you brought it alone?” ask Karina to the point. That is the nature of Karina, saying casually without thinking about the feelings of her interlocutor.

“My wife died when we care for our child,” Azka replied still not turning away from her activities.

“Ya bring nurse dong! Rich was a danger,” said Karina while fondling Rafa who began to fall asleep.

“This is me if invited to continue to be rich gini how is the consensus?”

“Oh yes yes makanarin,” says Karina shuts her mouth.

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