Possessive Leader
9 Bonus. Bismillah

“Ngantor is not a candidate for manten?” naura asked as soon as she passed her sister-in-law.

It had been three days after his proposal was accepted Raka even more melayhoy without spirit. It felt like a week to lose the two years he had been through. How not to melehoy and lose his spirit if all this time he always paced to the house of Rama almost without being absent every day suddenly had to take a week off, for a week, plus he and Alya have had absolutely no communication over the past three days. At a time like this it would be like Raka to find out who the originator of the pingitan that makes him feel claustrophobic and helpless every day then will protest it so that the pingitan is more modern by allowing communication via vidio call. For Raka my baby Alya his beloved was like a living charger that could fill his energy full instantly just because he saw it, but now it had been three days not met, his energy had completely dropped.

“Malah daydreaming. Raka, you want to do nothing? I'm nebeng!” Naura raised her voice. These few days Naura was staying at her in-laws' house, helping her mother-in-law prepare everything for their youngest son's wedding.

“Gue don't come in. Say the same prospective sister-in-law, I permit it first again dipingit. I want to go to sleep so that I wake up on Sunday and continue to marry deh.” Reply Raka lazy.

“Yang dipingit Alya, why do you follow? You must enter until jum’at. If you do not enter from now ntar you can not get a new wedding ceremony. Wantsome? Kaga can enaa-enaa lo.” Naura Ejek.

Huh!

Raka threw out her rough breath then passed into her room.

“Wait for me to get ready first.”

Upon arrival at the office instead of the room that became the main goal was to follow his sister-in-law to the tenth floor. Naura has not been strange since her application was received indeed every morning the room of Rama who was the target of his sister-in-law. Even sometimes if Rama has not come he patiently waits while lying down is not clear just for the sake of the news of Alya, but do not need to be asked any news of his future wife must be fine.

“Wan, How is Alya?” yelled Raka who had just seen Rama coming out of the elevator.

Ck!

Rama was clucking, tired of hearing the same question every morning.

“He's fine. Back to the room. New design selesein before the other you work before the wedding leave.”

“Iya ntar I finish. Alya again what is Wan? I want to call her voice all over. This is so melehoy I.”

“Lo nuh perengek like my son aja, Ka! I'm back from work, Alya's fine. If you focus on work, the day will pass quickly.” Rama.

“So can't focus me. This head of contents adek lo mulu, Wan.” Raka Timpal.

“As far as you dah, Ka! I'm busy. Hard emang ngadepin people bucin mah.” The insinuation then passed into the room.

Unlike Raka who did not lose her spirit because she did not meet him, Alya also felt the same way. It's just that the hijab woman is preoccupied with various activities that seize her attention, from starting body care and so on.

Day after day does not change quickly for Raka until finally the time comes tomorrow morning he will ask Alya to be his wife. Unlike the days before, tonight Raka looked so excited. Her energy seemed full despite not seeing Alya for the past week, but the shadow of Alya's face smiling shyly at her always filled her mind. Tonight he even sleeps late for the sake of repeatedly memorizing ijab qabul for tomorrow.

“Not sleeping?” tanya Akbar, Raka's father who just entered his son's room.

“Numbered, Pa.” He answered while folding a paper containing the writing of ijab qabul which he had just memorized.

Akbar sat down beside Raka and saw his son folding the paper.

“Ngapalin ijab qabul?” Raka nodded.

“Udah smoothly?” Raka nodded again.

“Tomorrow you will become a priest, become the head of the family. Papa won't say much because papa is sure you already know the true meaning of marriage, Ka. Papa said, Every household always has its own test, no matter how hard your test will be, remember the times you fought for it. The time when you want to be part of his family. Lead Alya to be a better woman even though she is basically a dream daughter-in-law. Papa do’ your household is always happy.” Akbar said as he patted his son's back slowly.

“Still, Pa.”

“Do not sleep too late.” Pungkas Akbar before leaving Raka's room.

Meanwhile, in the residence of Rama, Alya is being the months of Jesi. Special tonight she sleeps in Alya's room and lets Kara sleep with her papi.

“cie candidate manten.” Ledek Jesi's.

“How does it feel to be a candidate for manten tomorrow want to marry? Are you dag dig dug jeder-jeder?” Jesi pointed her hairpin in front of Alya's face like a reporter doing an interview.

“Serious about me, Al. Deg degan no?” Jesi start kepo maximum.

“You've never been, Jes. Did you get deg with it?” Alya asked back.

Jesi shook her head then picked up the pillow roll behind her and hugged her tightly while continuing to stare at her sister-in-law's face.

“I used to not dag dig dug lah, people I married impromptu. Continue not to love is also the same Karam, so well it feels. ah do not know anyway jumbled.” Jesi so laugh and immerse his face under the pillow, it feels nano-nano once if you remember the wedding.

“Sleep, Al! Tomorrow morning we have to go to the hotel. Don't miss out.” Jesi Sayings.

At six o'clock in the morning the Rama family had arrived at the hotel, Alya was already in the bridal room and was accompanied by mama Yeni while Jesi and Rama were in the right room opposite the bridal room.

“Honey, Brother to the ballroom first well. Later you temenin Alya.” Rama's message to his wife who is training Kara runs.

“Siap, Papi.” Answer Jesi.

“Don't fuss with mommy yah.” Rama kissed his daughters cheeks before passing. The little girl looks adorable wearing the same dress as her mom.

After Rama's departure, Jesi trains Kara to the bridal chamber. He saw Alya so beautiful and graceful with a white dress and hijab that always loomed up to cover his chest.

“Such beauty ante Alya.” Praise Jesi.

“Jes, I deg degan.” Reply Alya.

“Lah should be Karak deg degan, Al. You are so relaxed. Ntar only stay salim same Karak if already legitimate.” Answer Jesi lightly.

“Tetep aja me deg degan, Jes. Scared.”

“Fear what? Scared first night well?” ledek Jesi even laughed saying it.

“Ish you mah, Jes.”

“Udah is calm. All must be well, Karak is a good man. I do’ y'all happy always.” Jesi Sayings.

Alya was getting dag dig dug when the WO officer asked her to wait in the room near the ballroom and immediately came out when Raka finished saying the qabul ijab.

“Nih your two sons.” Jesi gave the most expensive cactus that he had once flush, it seems Alya is really not calm. The proof is that he forgot to bring a cactus that he had treated like his own child.

“Yeah why are your hands so cold, Al?” he said that he accidentally touched Alya's hand while giving the cactus.

“Drink first nih.” Jesi gave the mineral water to her sister-in-law and Alya gulped it down a bit.

“I'm afraid Aa Raka is not smooth ijab qabulu.” Alya said softly while paying attention to the projector featuring her husband-to-be with her brother and several important people sitting in a chair near the guarantee. Her husband-to-be looks handsome with a white coat stellan and a matching color peci.

“Udah bismillah, Al. All must be smooth.” Jesi's words were soothing, although in his heart he also followed the gap when Raka began to shake her husband's hand.

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I followed the pause jedug euy afraid of the Arak belibet ijab qabulnya.

BTW you do not forget on the date well to the wedding Arak same Ale-ale. sovenirnya baby cactus loh but do not forget the envelope well.

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