President Cilok
110 Kabul ijab Pledge

Pov Damar's

I saw her confused maybe also astonished by the surprise that I had prepared in detail and hidden, so that even a little woman I called my future wife did not know. Well, this plan was already one week ago I prepared together with Grandpa, My mother, Danum and also did not escape from both parents. Not to miss the ringleader, Iyah, Kang Bokir.

After I confessed to Mom that my chosen woman was Wulan. It turns out that Grandpa had already betrothed me to Wulan. How happy I am, knowing that Grandpa Bagaskara also likes Wulan, and that is one of the other plans, from Grandpa Bagaskara's plan that I still do not know.

I just asked Grandpa Bagaskara to propose Wulan to me. Because I still do not have enough time, to meet his parents in Jakarta in the near future, because my schedule is increasingly crowded my time. I no longer want to buy time to make it my mother, my woman, the mother of my children, if God gives me that wonderful trust, amen.

The nawulku! That name I used to call it, I don't know what reason I like it. As if the simple call ‘Nawul' is special, iyah, as special as he is to me.

Maybe because I am a uncomfortable man, if it has been associated with the name of love, love, and honey. Right now, I am holding a ring box made of teak wood that is chiseled so nicely, not a ring box matter of course. Nor is it a pair of wedding rings that I would slip in her sweet fingers.

But, more than that. Household arks are harmonious, complementary, in joy and sorrow, se'iya and sekata. Being a family of Sakinah mawadah warahmah, that is the picture of marriage that I aspire to.

I saw him staring at his father who was going to be my father too. Apparently, Nawulku still needs an explanation.

“Shortly! Dad!” sela Wulan, as if demanding an answer.

He's just making me more anxious, hehe. Since this was also my result, I smiled faintly looking at him.

“Whose matchmaking did Dad mean?!” asked Wulan again, clearly looking confused face.

I saw Wicaksono's father staring at Wulan, and rubbing his daughter's head. “Son, you are an adult and already have the person you love, then what other explanation do you want to hear?”

However, presumably Wulan was still not satisfied with his father's answer, he turned to look at me. By holding both my arms. Oh Wulan, I'd really like to pinch your big cheeks.

“Damar, please don't make me such a fool. First you hid what you were talking about with your ex's parents, and now what is all this?” feline Wulan, makes me smile even more.

I shrugged my shoulders, then grabbed her fingers,

“Ya moreover? Don't you love me? Ayok, the bride's fairies are ready to decorate you, also the ruler who is waiting to marry us.” I replied casually. I saw him swing his lips. ‘Against Wulan, you are so sweet.’

I did not expect Wulan was still curious about my conversation with Mr. Kusumo. “Ah yes, about what I talked about with Mr. Kusumo well. I will answer you after the witness said valid.”

Wulan clucked in annoyance, and looked at me with an intimidating look as if I was a city of hearts..... Wulan was still unsatisfied and just threw my hand away. Then he approached my mother. Again, he asked about this surprise. “Holy Bu, exactly what happened?!”

Just like her father, my mother rubbed gently the cheeks that would become her daughter.

“Marry Son, and build your household ark as a worship to expect His pleasure.” replied My mother. But I like it.

As the person in charge, Grandpa Bagaskara also walked up to Wulan who was clearly visible in the fog looking for answers to his questions, he was the same, rubbing the Rikma of Wulan. “If you want the answer, then marry Damar. With that, Grandfather will answer all the questions in your heart, Wulan!”

This time I saw Wulan speechless, I looked at the two women who became the bride fairies, I only gave both of them a signal to immediately dress Wulan. Because the good time according to Grandpa is ba'da isya on Friday night. Again, why it fits so well with his election day. Yes, Friday I want it for me to do my wedding.

The two brides approached Wulan,

“Mari Mbak come with us,” said one of the wedding fairies.

I saw Wulan looking at me with a lazy look, I just raised an eyebrow and gave her with my chin gesture for Wulan to immediately follow where the bride fairies were.

“Already Wulan, just according.” this time I saw, Mamah from Wulan named Almira. To persuade her daughter.

Before entering the House, Wulan gave me a warning of some kind of fist. Making me and some of his relatives giggle, “Hahaha.” then I saw the back of Wulan who entered the house along with the two wedding fairies who look forty years old.

I approached Wulan's parents, who would be my parents as well. Then shake his hand. “Om, Aunt.” say hello.

“Do not call us by that designation, just call Dad and Mamah, just like Wulan, nak Damar,” said Wicaksono's father firmly. The arms were wrinkled yet still looked burly flapping my back. Buset dah, is it because the former Military so this is a terrible blow, mak jeb! However, I tried hard, but I was sick.

Then next greet one by one the guests present. Then Kang Bokir with his wife, and also his brother from Wulan. I also experienced Brother Wulan's hand that I just knew his name. “Bang Rozak.”

“Titip adek me, I believe the same choice Bonyok!” bang Rozak.

I'm confused by the name Bonyok. “Sorry Bang, what is Bonyok?”

Kang Bokir and Bang Rozak laughed at my innocence, “Bokap! Smoky! Damar!” kang Bokir said in a voice that sounded very enthusiastic. “Alias Dad, Mom, Mommy, Papi.” Kang Bokir added, patting me on the shoulder.

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I locked myself in a room, sat on a prayer mat after I had finished Maghrib and then prayed Isya. Nervous, having stoned my jiawu trough, I memorized several times my vows of kabul ijab. I don't listen to the sounds outside my room. Not also do not want to join the guests and also the Wulan family who came all the way from Jakarta to Yogyakarta.

It's just that I'm setting my breath, regulating the contents in my heart that are starting to feel like cold heat. Shake up, like a hot cloud explosion. “Submit my Kabul ijab pledge, O Allah, to fulfill my duty as a man who has ended his pilgrimage to perform the worship of the Prophet.”

Tok Tok Tok... I heard my door knock from outside, making me even more nervous. I took a deep breath, turned and saw Danum open the door, and walked in. Composed and immediately hugged me, buried his face on my shoulder. Wait a minute, I hear my spoiled sister crying? What is it?

I rubbed Danum's back, “What do you cry about Magnum? Isn't your Mas still alive.”

Danum unraveled her embrace, she looked at me with her reddened eyes. “Mas, I am very happy, finally mas Damar will get married and not bother me anymore,”

I chuckled, I knew that wasn't what he wanted to say. “I'm happier than you, Magnum.”

“Mar, spit! That Wulan is done.” exclaimed Kang Bokir in the doorway of my room. I turned to look at Kang Bokir, I just nodded my head.

I moved from the top of the prayer mat, wearing white trousers, paired with a shirt and suit with matching colors. It's very simple that a wedding will take place soon, but I want a solemn one, about the reception can follow, I thought.

‘Bismilbornrahmanirrahim.’ I move my feet steadily towards the living room that has been magic, so beautiful with white flower decorations. Danum, who was walking behind me, was sitting next to my mother.

I greet the people who look at me as graciously as possible, even though my heart is timidly great. I sat down Lesehan reasoned the tapestry with batik patterns, faced with Pak Penghulu who will marry me, also Father Wicaksono, and, Grandfather and also Bang Rozak another Kang Bokir who witnessed my love journey with the collapsed Wulan impressed chaotic.

I circulated my gaze, and coincidentally I saw her ba' an angel of the palace of Yogyakarta. Well, Nawang Wulan, the name I mentioned in my Istikharah of love... Reading your destiny reaps a natural conscience. I stood up my intention when I squeezed me with prostration. Who still freezes your mistakes make the way to your sincerity. About love when worry rinses your sweat on your face. Thou hast thrown thy prayer hard upon my shrewdness to deceive thee. I say your name on the rhyme of longing.

My longing desires your lust, once again you testify to hiding my silent night with my groaning link on your prostration. Now I look forward to two reasons to love with your old verse. In the choice of witnesses my love berbasbih grope your prayers. About love. Then I put my heart on Him.

Catch your patience with my prostration. I was chosen to choose to love you, say your name in tears, melodious. Set the choice on your oral sanctification in the steadfastness of one choice as a companion to life on Your heavenly Mihrab.

Again I say your name, one name of my conscience reigns. Istikharah love. I carry out my prayers with my intentions and my steadfast waiting that will end soon today.

Not free of my net to look at him, I saw him widen a smile until he saw a row of white teeth, making me unable to bear to smile. It was so sweet, at a time like this, as if it was a gift from God to heal my wounds. I patted the seat next to me. Making some of the people who were my witnesses tease me and Wulan as well.

“Iwwww... Damar no sabbath!”

“Sok atuh, in a movement only Pak penghulu!”

Me and Wulan both stared at each other and chuckled little. “Quiet, in a moment I will skin him soon!” I said, trying to let go of the awkwardness.

Wulan slapped my arm, and rounded her eyes to look at me. “Skinning, am I a cassava?!”

“Why do you like to hit me now, Nawulku! But I like it!” I said, holding Wulan's chin.

“Eheemmm..” deheman long Bang Rozak, break my joke.

Me and Wulan just chuckled. “Sorry Bang,” I said to Sister Wulan who will be my Brother.

“Aready?” ask Pak Penghulu to me.

I nodded steadily, then shook the hand of Father Wicaksono who would directly marry me to his daughter.

“Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. I married and I want you brother/ananda (Damar Mangkulangit) bin (Gusli Wijaya) with my son named (Nawang Wulan Rahardjo) with a dowry in the form of (Gold twenty-seven grams), paid in cash.”

By reading the basmalah in my heart, I raised my voice in a firm voice. “I accept his marriage and his marriage (Nawang Wulan Rahardjo) binti (Wicaksono Rahardjo) with the dowry, paid in cash.”

Penghulu also turned to the right and left precisely to the witnesses of my marriage and Wulan. “How's witness? Valid?”

“Sah...” exclaim all those who bear witness to my present journey, which was a minute ago legal in the eyes of religion and state law.

“Yo! My brother-in-law Mas Damar, congratulations. Don't forget to eat ketupat!” exclamation Danum.

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