Not Just a Promise
SAH
Hanifah's words made everyone there stare in disbelief, not everyone knows how Reyhan and Nehta are related. The two people were friendly, but every day there was always a little commotion or quarrel between the two. So, it seems unlikely Reyhan and Nehta would want to marry.
“Nek..”.
Nehta wanted to refuse, but she did not have the heart to make the woman who had loved her after her mother was disappointed and sad.
“Alright, if that's what grandma wants. We're both ready to get married. Aren't you, Ta?” Reyhan's reply left everyone shocked.
They thought Reyhan would refuse her grandmother's request. But as it turned out, he agreed to Hanifah's wish without thinking first.
“Reyhan..” Nehta seemed to be about to protest, but was cut off by Reyhan.
“Arman. Please help me take care of everything. Nehta and I are getting married today.”
“Reyhan!” Nehta almost shouted in front of everyone.
“Grandma, om aunt everything, Nehta same Reyhan out first.” Pulling Reyhan's hand to follow him out.
Although Nehta pulled her hand firmly, Reyhan did not resist at all. He followed wherever Nehta took him. Until they arrived at the corridor that looked quiet.
“Rey, did you turn into a guilla after staying with Devita on your wedding day?” Pissed Nehta.
“I just want to obey the wishes of grandma, Nehta.”
“Rey... Marriage is not something that can be played with. Just so you know, I..”.
“Dating with Gibran?” Cut Reyhan.
“Ka-you know from where?”
“It doesn't matter. Just so you know, Nehta. I never intended to play a wedding. But I promised to marry you.”
Nehta did not find any lies from Reyhan's eyes, but still, his heart was already adrift with Gibran.
“But Rey..”.
“Nehta, do you have the heart to make grandma sicker, with your refusal?”
Reyhan's question made Nehta waver. True to what Reyhan said. It could have been, Hanifah's situation had gotten worse. Or even his wishes are not fulfilled until the end of life.
“But, if that is your decision. I'll find another woman, so I can get married soon.”
Reyhan was just about to step foot, but his arm was blocked by Nehta. Though his words were only to bully Nehta, so that the woman would be willing to marry him.
“Alright, let's get married, Rey.” Nehta Lirih.
“What, Ta? I can't hear your voice.”
“Let's get married, Rey.” Nehta was half annoyed, as the man deliberately pretended not to hear his words.
“But with one condition.” Its effects.
“I want our marriage to be kept secret for now, especially not to let Gibran know. Let me tell him later, if the time is right. So let's get married.”
I don't know how many times she said let's get married, which she obviously agreed to marry Reyhan.
“I received your application, Nehta.” Reyhan said as he left Nehta still standing in his place, with a smirk on his face, but clearly Nehta could not see him.
“Refound Reyhantuuuuu..” Nehta cried out, his feet pounding the floor hard, so upset.
...*****...
The power of money cannot be doubted, even though money cannot buy love and happiness. But the truth is, with money one can do anything just by flicking a finger.
As of now, Reyhan rented a single VVIP room next to the room where Hanifah was, to make it a room to decorate Nehta.
“Kak, can I ask?” Azka's question broke her daydream that had since blankly stared at her already beautiful appearance in the mirror.
“Why Ka?”
“Are you sure of this wedding? I mean, I don't want my sister to have a forced marriage. Because the wedding is the longest worship, it could be a lifetime, brother will continue together with bang Reyhan.” Azka was actually hesitant to say that, because she did not want her brother to misunderstand her words.
Nehta turned around, then looked at Azka with her lips smiling sweetly. No one knows how he feels right now.
“Still yes. You know, you want the best for me. You want a happy brother. But this is a decision for my brother. Pray for me, I hope you can be a good wife for Reyhan.”
“I always wish you the best for sister.” Azka hugged her sister tightly.
Geck. Geck. Geck.
“Why, Man?” Nehta asked when she found out that the one who knocked on the door was her future husband's assistant.
“Nona, is it done? If so, let's go to the next room, soon the forerunner comes.” Arman said.
“It's done, it's done. Come Azka.”
Azka held Nehta's hand as she walked into Hanifa's room.
There was not a single person who was not fascinated by Nehta's beauty. Although the bride's kebaya is so simple, her makeup is not too menor, making her aura of beauty more visible.
“Grandmother..”
“You are beautiful once dear.” Hanifah's eyes look teary.
While Dewi and Rasti just stared dislikefully at Nehta. According to them, Hanifah's attention to Nehta had been too excessive.
“Still, grandma.”
“No dear, grandma who should say thanks to you.” Hanifa stroked gently Ellaiana's chin.
Attention is diverted to someone who enters along with Arman. That person is none other than the ruler who will marry Reyhan and Nehta.
Reyhan and Nehta were sitting next to each other in front of the ruler. Nervousness whack the two, because soon, the status of both will change into a couple.
“Is everything ready?”
“Already pak pengulu.”
“Before I guide your wedding there are some questions I want to ask.”
“Please pack.” Reyhan.
“Nak Reyhan, is it true that the woman next to Reyhan's son is his future wife?”
“True sir.”
“What's the name?”
“Nehta Tania Zara, sir.”
“What is true son Nehta? Is Reyhan her future husband?”
“True sir, Reyhan Arshavin Haris is my future husband.”
“Marriage certificate exists?”
“I Azka sir, his biological sister Brother Nehta. Our father is dead, so I as the younger brother of my brother, obliged to marry my brother after my father's departure.”
The penghulu nodded.
“Marriage certificate is there?”
“There's a pack.” Said two witnesses together, the two men were none other than Arman as Reyhan's assistant and also Leo, a family law lawyer from Hanifah.
“Mahar is set up?”
“Already sir.”
“Good, then we start the kabulnya ijab. Before we pray first.”
All of them simultaneously raised their hands to pray, except the Ogah-looking Dewi and Rasti raised both hands.
“Please, start nak Azka.”
“Good sir.”
“Nak Reyhan please shake his hand son Azka.”
Rehyan nodded, then grabbed the hand of Azka who had previously been waiting for the position from his hand.
“Brother, Reyhan Arshavin Haris bin Haris Wiratama. I married and married you, with my older brother. Nehta Tania Zara bint Alvin Martadipura. With dowry, 27 gram gold jewelry inscribed with 9 carat diamonds and a set of prayer equipment in paid cash.” Azka shook Reyhan's hand, as a gesture that he had finished saying the ijab.
“I received his marriage and marriage, Nehta Tania Zara bint Alvin Martadipura with the dowry, paid in cash.” Reyhan said the words kabul smoothly and loudly.
“How is witness?”
“Sah... Sah...”