That boy is my wife!
Ijab Qobul

I do not feel ijab qobul event was started. Mr. Penghulu in front of me also began to prepare all the files that need to be signed.

"Son Ferdi, you're starting a contract?" tanyanya smiled.

I just nodded slowly in response.

"Bismil was born Rahmanirrahim, I married and I have married you ananda Ferdian Juliyanto with my son named Jiyaning Admaja bint Abdul Jaya with his mascawa in the form of a Lamborghini Aventador car unit, which is a Lamborghini, one hundred gold bars and one penthouse and a set of cash prayer tools" said the pengulu father at length as he pulled my hand.

Grasping it tightly is like coding so that I am ready to answer the agreement with ijab.

"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Jiyaning Admaja bin-hachuuu ..."

"Ferdy!" yell everyone compact.

Oh, ****! What else is this, Rab? batinku.

Staring at everyone is clumsy like a criminal caught in the public.

My bad habit is if you feel excessive nervous must like sneezing carelessly. It was the only thing that made a puckle, when I heard Jiya's mocking laughter.

Unmitigated, the demon boy also brought his face closer to my ear whispering. "Basic Om Bangkotan, say ijab aja remidi! Not ashamed of the same age wkwkwk .." sindirnya that makes me dongkol.

Don't know who he is, who's a Ferdian?

"Sir!" call me to pengulu sir then.

"Yes, Son. What's up?"

"I asked for the ijab to be repeated, but in English!" i said kalem.

Everyone looked at each other, in surprise.

"Loh, you can still use Indonesian is not wrong three times," said pak penghulu explained.

My head shook for a moment. "I want English, sir. Oh yeah, start now well, don't be long."

Instantly the atmosphere that had been calm suddenly boisterous back. Even Daddy and Pak Jaya I see each other hugging so happy.

"Duh, sir, I'm sorry if Ferdi can't wait. Understandably his age has been mateng so fast pengin legal, continue coblos."

Athaghfirullah, Daddy!

"Just relax sir, anyways Jiya also can already be dicoblos fruahha ..."

It hurts! Sick old man.

"Eh, Jeng, anyway this abis we have to intensively monitor the children, let's cepet nimang eaks grandchildren!"

And yet again, Momi and Aunt Vivi follow the craze. In contrast to my reaction and Jiya who each immediately threw away her face, feeling nauseous instantly.

Not long after the drama that made the nausea. I also do ijab in English. Alhamdulillah smoothly jaya kayak Jalan Pantura.

"Well, gentlemen, mothers!" said pak penghulu.

"Well!"

"Alhamdulillah, Fer! You finally got married too. Anyway Momi peepet have grandchildren yes, so you guys have to be diligent!" shouted Momi enthusiastically.

I immediately threw my face. It was like drowning yourself in the Pacific Ocean.

Maybe everyone looks happy. It's just that, Jiya without me realizing was silent from earlier with a gawking expression. Too shocked, with ijab qobul earlier maybe. Kontan, it makes me want to tease him back all out.

"Cieee, who's gawking. It must be English remid, here! Btw, look out for laler ijo entry!" taunted.

Makes Jiya pry indistinctly where she sits.

"Au ah, what an oath today!" then shouted.

After a fairly dormant ijab qobul event, finally Jiya and I were told to move to the ala-ala seating.

You could say, let's look like a king and queen for a day. Just, either because of the sawan or the innate emang from birth. Since moving, Jiya constantly blingsatan like a hot worm.

Garuk there, scratch here. Mangap. Garuk again. Not to mention, four octaves later. I think I'll give up on being Jiya's husband.

Jiya glared sharply. "Where is there? Do not see what beautiful makeup Jiya Paripurna this? " emotional jolt.

I'm laughing in place. "Beautiful? Similar ondel-ondel on the edge of red light mah, yes!"

"Of!" yelled Jiya who I immediately closed her mouth.

"Don't yell, there's a lot of people!" obviously whispering.

Jiya snorted, then stomped my hand from her face violently. "Bodos! When the hell, is the show running? Jiya Laper is just as sleepy! That's it, the corset is so claustrophobic God!"

"Now, eat."

I thrust a piece of sponge in front of the boy that I had plucked just now at the next table.

"There's no poison, is there?" jiya asked me suspiciously.

However, his mouth was already stuffed with the pandanus sponge before Jiya commented a lot.

"Udah, eat a lot. He said laper," I said.

With her mouth full, Jiya was still trying to speak. Even though his mouth is just komat-kamit like Koi fish.

"Yes, you are still beautiful!" ledekku, Jiya now delicates.

"Admudu, the grace of the new bride makes me envious."

Suddenly one person who didn't want to see his face appeared. Although I can't deny myself if he still has a blood tie with Daddy. But, Om Lukman really has a different character.

He's both sneaky and hypocritical. Sweet talk, but never right in action. Besides, maybe he's a grandfather's son who likes to waste money shamelessly. Call it, the real burden in the family.

"Eh, Om Lukman. When back Om, why did Ferdi not see well from earlier?" kataku.

Om Lukman just returned my words with a smile. Like not interested in responding. The proof, now the man who was only a year adrift with me was even walking towards Jiya, who incidentally only first met.

Let's see, what's he gonna do?

"Hi!" hello Om Lukman is gentle which makes me want to vomit.

Fyi, in addition to sweetly said he is also a basket eye.

"Can contacts?" ask her again, but not like Jiya.

It was seen from the eyes of Jiya who never separated from my face even though we often bacot.

"Om Ferdi!"

In fact, it's really free to tease model child Jiya. After that he has a unique taste and certainly will not be the same interest look model like Om Lukman.

"What?" sahutku.

Suddenly Jiya's head approached and the boy whispered softly, "Who? Very handsome God, know dong!"

Uhukk!

My ears don't listen wrong? My throat, too, why the hell is choking on my own spit.

No way, jealous seeds?

"People are not important! Oh yeah, like your eyes need to be checked, who knows cataracts!" my words then made Jiya snort bitterly again and again.

"Ih, really stingy. When else, was Cogan asked by name? It looks like Taehyung BTS!"

Taehyung your eyes!

He's a parasite!

Abaghfirullah, call it Fer! Speeding.

"Fix, it's like this abis we need to see an ophthalmologist" I replied.

Jiya. His legs were pounded hard enough on the floor to make some people glance at us.