Suddenly Chased by Satan
Round Tofu Wedding
Someone opened the door slowly.
"Reva, Ravel.." call mama as she goes inside.
"The thing is to start" he continued.
"Emang si Dilan-da Musibah already came with his mother?" i'm tanya.
"That's saying don't wear misfortune!" Ravel nyerobot's.
"Udah, just arrived. Waiting for its predecessor. Maybe he's not straying." said mom.
"How's nyasar? not that, unless he has no intention of coming here," I said nyirin atmosphere.
Ravel and I stood closer to my mother.
"I don't think you've become a grown woman,"
"He's not yet, Mah! still leaked him, his behavior is still like an SD child!" I'm pointing at Ravel.
"Emang Mbak think Mbak is also an adult? beuuh mas Ridho aja bengek mulu ngadepin behavior Mbak!" Ravel.
"Ehem," mama cleared her throat.
Hearing the name of Ridho, the situation became crick.
"You don't make a fuss, it's been on big! shame of age. Mama get out first, don't stay in the dalem. All the guests were waiting" said Mama, who then walked out of the room.
I sighed, like it was so hard to get my blessing from my mom.
I know Ravel doesn't feel good, after the name Ridho.
"That's okay" I said as I rubbed Ravel's arm, "We better get out, everybody's waiting..."
The music began to flow, it felt very strange to lead his own adek to the ijab table. There is a sense of happiness and sadness that is mixed into one. Invitation guests are not so much, only close relatives. At first glance, I saw Mr. Karan there. And there was also Dilan sitting in front of the ruler.
I anterin Ravel and sit behind her, "Quiet, okay.." I whispered into my brother's ear.
I dyed Ridho's nyari, he said he wanted to come. Why not nongol too. Mama also came from behind and sat beside me.
Mr. Penghulu began to recite prayers, and a thrilling moment finally arrived as well. Dilan shook the hand of pak Penghulu to say one sacred sentence aloud.
"Bismil was bornrohmanirraohim, I accepted the marriage and the marriage of Ravel Velya--"
"Aa my name is Ravelia Not Ravel Velyaaaa?!!!! Ravelia Adhisti, if Velya is the last name of Mbak Reva. How the hell is that?" Ravel nenggol arm Dilan.
"Astaghfirlah, dad. Maap, Honey. Your name is similar to yours, so I like the tapers to call it..."
"Please repeat, Dilan. Do not let the name wrong," said penghulu.
"I repeat, sir?"
"I accepted her marriage and her marriage, Ravell-" Dilan's words came to a halt.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Ravelia Adhisti bint Dave Alfarizi," Ravel was trembling.
"Yes sorry, honey! my head is dizzy again" said Dilan.
"I tried again, huh? okay okay? this time I guarantee you, really,"
"Ravelia Adhisti, isn't she?" say Dilan again to Ravel.
Ravel has been completely sprained plus the atmosphere so boisterous, because Dilan has twice failed to pronounce the phrase ijabnya.
Nih, the Dilan has not wudhu yet. His mind went everywhere.
"And why the hell, Mah?"
"No idea, Va! I think he's not well anymore" replied the potluck mama. Mama always mamerin smile even though I know behind the smile there is a sense of worry.
"Don't be nervous and calm, Mas Dilan. This is the last chance, if it fails again. Means this marriage must be postponed" said Mr. Penghulu.
"I'm an example!" said the person who then sat down and shook the hand of pak penghulu.
"Riddho?"
"Wait, wait, he wants to model the way of ijab? in Ravel's name? what if the kebablasanaaaaaaa???" my mind thrashed. I wanted to stand up, but I was told to sit with my mom.
"That's the Ridho," I pointed at the person who had positioned himself in front of the penghulu, just beside Dilan's chair. So merrka empet-petetan threesome.
"Dengerin is fine" said Ridho.
"I'm ready, sir!" said Ridho to pak penghulu.
"I accept the marriage and the marriage of Reva Velya bint Dave alfarizi with a set of jewelry and a paid prayer tool, cash!
"Saaaaahhhhh?!!!" and everyone is calling for a legitimate sentence.
I gawked, "Heh what does this mean? why is it legal?" I fucked a bego guy. Mama just nodded, and smiled. I'm still confused.
"Congratulations, dear?" mama said, hugging me.
"Well, how is this? it's the--"
"Mama bless you" said the mother with teary eyes.
"Please allow Ms. Reva to sit here, and sign the wedding documents" said the pengulu.
"For Dilan please be patient. You better wudhu first so that it is calmer.." continued pak pengghulu.
"I'll take ablution first, honey?" dilan said to Ravel who was still craving.
While I sat beside Ridho with a confused look. After being looked at, this is Ridho's suit is also gray, quite similar to me.
"Dhooo...?"
"Yes, this is not a dream. Now we are legal to be husband and wife." said Ridho.
And when Dilan returned with a clear face, the ijab event began again. And that last chance alhamdulillah fail maning fail maning son!
Beuuh already dear that face of Ravel, embarrassed and gregetan like Dilan.
"Yes, Sayaaang..." Dilan chased Ravel who escaped from the midst of the guests present.
"Huhah, gosh, why can he say it wrong?" I'm just a head-scalp.
Relatives and relatives congratulate the marriage to know this round. Because I really didn't know that this was going to happen, the marriage between me and Ridho.
"Congratulations, I hope you are happy with this person" said Mr. Karan.
"And you, just be careful if you make Reva wretched again," said Mr. Karan Sama Ridho.
"On destiny we never know. Clearly, I will try to protect her," Ridho hugged my waist from the side.
"I can't go on for long, there's something important I need to finish. I say goodbye," said Mr. Karan who then turned around and said goodbye to the same mother. I could only look at that fierce guy's sturdy body that was getting further and further away.
Pretty pegel nih feet wear high heels alaihim gambreng. Ravel came back here again, with Dilan's gang. They took me to Ridho.
"Where? finished the snack?" ask me.
"Lumayan, Va.." said Dilan whose face was very sharp again.
"You're sick again, Lan? Mending you a break," I said.
"Vel, you should have told me to rest. It's the Kasian he shoots that,"
"He shoots because 3 times not really say his ijab!" answer Ravel.
"No, Vel. I think Dilan is sick,"
"Ck! I shouldn't be the one getting married, shouldn't I be Reva?!!" Ravel is still crashing.
"Yes, your ijab event can still be repeated tomorrow, Ravel. That's all that matters, Dilan was told to rest first, Kasian.." I said. If Ridho mah cengar-cengir want to ngetawain a pair of prospective mediators who no longer get along.
"Ck, Dhoo!" I elbowed his arm.
"Yes yes sorry..."
"Lan, rest in the guest room..
" saying.
"Come, Aaa..." Ravel took her future husband to come inside.