That boy is my wife!
After the Reception
"Ah, if only I knew at that time you were a married couple. I certainly wouldn't want to have a relationship with Ilyas. Honestly, Ji, I feel so guilty about you. Especially to Ferdi. Sorry, yes."
Mila seemed to feel bad when she said that. He also looked at me and Jiya alternately, with a look full of guilt.
"Santuy, Mil. You don't know either." I said while patting my best friend's wife's shoulder, slowly. Makes Mila smile a little bit because of it.
"Oh yes Mil, how many more months are you lahiran?" It was Jiya's turn to ask.
"Eum, this month has come in. It's only the 31st." Mila looked to be retaliating.
"Well, dong again? It is now the 29th."
Smiling, Mila answered. "Yes, here. Doain good luck, yeah."
Satisfied talking with Mila, as well as Aaron. And other invited guests. Jiya and I were finally able to rest after standing for more than 5 hours.
We sat on one of the long benches located not far from the beach. Enjoying the occasional night breeze blow away my hair and Jiya's kids. At the same time admire how beautiful the scenery in Segarra when night falls.
However, all of those things still lose pretty. When my black marble has seen the face of Jiya who is like an angel of heaven. Errata, she's my paradise.
When we were silent and just enjoying the view without exchanging a word. I realized that Jiya was only wearing a knee-high dress with no arms.
I opened the jacket I was wearing, then I attached it over Jiya's shoulder which was quite exposed.
"Wanna get in? The wind is getting stronger" I said to Jiya.
I saw the head of the rese boy nod slowly. Which indicates that he agreed with my advice just now.
In the next instant, Jiya and I started to move from our seats. Walk towards the room that Momi and Mamah Vivi have rented not far from the reception venue.
Apparently it was a building consisting of only one bed that was located in the middle of the open. With its surroundings adorned with lights from the small petromax ala-ala antiquity.
There were no walls other than the transparent white curtains that covered the bed, like a mosquito net.
To get there itself, there is already a path made of tiles and sprinkled with red roses up to the top of the bed.
Jiya and I just got to the end of the road. Can only be silent, while occasionally exchanging glances with each other. To be honest, it was quite a shock to the surprise that Momi and Mamah Vivi had prepared for the both of us.
"What a wish, both of them." Jiya suddenly nodded slowly.
Seemingly exhaling her breath slightly heavily, before continuing her words again. "If you think this is true, the fall is hopeful. And honestly, Jiya feels burdened for example not being able to realize their dreams on time."
"Oh yeah, Ji." I called out to her, which instantly made Jiya turn her head back towards me.
"Yes, Om?"
"Special tonight, we sleep next door as usual without admitting anything that makes you more tired. Anyway I know, you must be so tired?"
"okay!" exclaim Jiya loudly.
A few minutes later, Jiya and I arrived at the bed that Momi and Mamah Vivi had prepared. Well, as I and Jiya had guessed before. If the mattress will certainly be full of red rose petals that are deliberately sown on white sheets.
To add to the romantic effect of the relationship. In fact, it's not like the place is romantic. Jiya and I cleaned the rose petals clean. Then sweep it with anything there that we can use as a tool.
Almost ten minutes more likely, Jiya and I are still cleaning the surface of the mattress. Only after it's all finished. Jiya and I can lie there quietly.
"I think it's better, than it was. According to Jiya even looks like a new grave," Jiya said, as I pinched her cheek.
Kontan alone made him complain while looking into my eyes. "What the hell, Om? How to play pinch, sick tofu."
"Some of you, say that. I can draw the equation to something good. Why bring it to death. No way, pamali!" I interviewed Jiya, like the complex mothers who had just been able to live after taking part in afternoon studies.
"Dih, Om Ferdi already looks like a kolot mother, her innate pamali. Which is logical why Om?"
The restless boy replied with chipped lips. It was as if getting ready to hit the drums of war between us. It was obvious from the look in his eyes that started to light up the signal to provoke this sense of patience.
"Logical is logical, but don't forget. Sometimes parents talk more really." I said I was proud because I felt older than him. Which of course was directly Jiya tepis at that time as well.
"Who said? Older people are also sometimes not necessarily better than younger ones. Listen yeah, Om. It is true just as bad, or adult as someone is seen from the character of the person himself. Not determined by status, age or something he has and is proud of in front of everyone. So, do not immediately misunderstand the same seeing from one point of view. Until here get it?" obviously Jiya was at length, which made me silenced for a moment.
What Jiya said has a point. Everything, it seems. If you are an adult it is not measured by how many numbers you have in addition to the writing age. But an attitude that we can have if the situation and conditions make us to think more mature than most people and friends our age.
In addition, about Jiya's words about parents' words that are not always true. Eum, come to think of it as quite disturbing. In addition because there have been many events that mention if the parents' words are always right. And, because parents have already experienced the bitter acid of life, however, there are times when the words they speak are refuted by the opinions and words of people who are much younger.
So, about this. I was neutral and in the middle of both sides.
"Why silence? Don't tell me, if Jiya's obviously all right?" said the rese boy as if he could read the contents of my head.
"Not all of it, but some of it is true, I think personally."
I replied to her later. Which immediately Jiya responded by hugging this tightly of myself. Looking towards the ceiling, this time completely shaded by the star-studded night sky.