The Boss' Wife
Ch - 9 Events

"Sha, wake up praying." I woke up Falisha with eyes still sleepy.

"Hmmm, Ra, still sleepy." Falisha tightened her embrace to the foot cushion.

"Sha, I'm sleepy too but it's your Mamas' day."

"You don't realize who the bride is?"

"Can't be replaced with another." I yawn, resist excessive sleepiness.

"Sleep again." sleep again.

Tok to tok.

Tok to tok.

Tok to tok.

"Ah who the hell?" Falisha stood walking.

I even sleep on.

"Ah Mas Abyan." I realized when I was lifted out of the room.

My hijab, holding my head. Who is the masang?

"Mas, aburin." I'm in contact.

"Shut up! Don't you see what time it is?"

I look around. "Where's the clock?"

"Hour 7."

"What?"

Get in the elevator. "Pas freelanin's. I can walk."

"You're slow on the road. We're late." The road's fast, still holding me.

It's okay, but I hang on your sling. Thankfully, my body weight was ideal.

Feeling embarrassed also in the attention of many people, could only hug the neck of Mas Abyan. The fragrance is Mas Abyan, makes me relax there is sweetness that is.

Mas Abyan dropped me off after being in front of the room door, opened it. "Come in." he ordered.

"Yes, Mas. Oh yeah, thanks."

"Hmmm!" answer with a flat face.

I went into the room. "New mom coming? We're too late." MUA officials approached.

"Sorry, just now"

"Still asleep." replied ketus Mas Abyan.

I just kept quiet, what do you want to say? It is true, this is not yet the same morning prayer bath.

"Then Mother took a bath, after that we just decorated." MUA orders beautiful in front of me.

"Ah yes." straight to the bathroom.

Not forgetting to lock it. As fast as lightning I bathed, afraid of Mas Abyan pulling out his fangs.

Five minutes out wearing those clothes. How about changing, my clothes in Falisha's room.

"Well, your clothes are in the paper bag. Change first." Mas Abyan ordered.

"Ah yes."

"It's Mom." Help MUA take the paper bag give me.

Go back to the bathroom, change your underwear. Do not think strange first at this time, about the right size, sat set finished.

Out again. "Here Mom, sit down."

"Yes." I'm just following orders.

At first glance see Mas Abyan is wearing a kebat cloth with the top still wearing a white shirt, this is the first time I see the body of Mas Abyan who is so good at sight, clearly visible row of torn bread six plots with muscular arms.

Mas Abyan smiled at me, while helping the busy male MUA hook a safety pin on her cloth.

Polishing for the sake of polish they gave my face. "Sir, his eyebrows don't shave?" my request.

"Oh yes, ma'am." Carve meticulously shaped my eyebrows neatly. The cameraman is busy making my videos and photos.

I don't know what to say especially, when this self in ornamental so beautiful reflected by a large mirror.

"Well, Mamas to the side first huh?" reproofing.

"Yes Mas." replied without seeing Mas Abyan.

I ended up in this position as well, with the unanimous decision that a lifetime would be single. Even just want to lift a child, if the age is fifty years and above, so that there is a companion in old age.

"Let's go, Mom, we change our clothes" she asked after I was in the house.

Standing by the direction, the door to the room in the key is only MUA women only help me wear traditional western Sumatran clothing white, of course modified sar'i.

"Mother sit back." pull her to sit me down.

My hijab's off, my head's starting to get ornamented. About fifteen minutes, it's all over.

Counted down they decorated me for about thirty minutes including fast, where I was late so they chased the airtime. It also looks professional in the job.

Seeing again my shape and appearance after being in this ornament, there used to be my desire to one day wear clothes like this, with a state of mutual love. Not to think, if all this happens too, but inversely proportional.

I'm just following God's scenario, which is best.

"Mom's sitting on the couch, we're gonna call the WO first."

"Yes, Ma'am." Those are the only words I've ever spoken. Help them sit on the couch. "Awhile, Mom?"

"Hmmm!"

They went out of the room, not forgetting to close the door.

Tok tok tok tok

Chequek!

"Zahra.." Yayu Zainisa's voice.

"Yes, Yu." I replied directly.

It turned out that three of my sisters came over with each one wearing a white kebaya uniform.

"Here sit, Yu." take me.

The three of them sat on the couch with me.

"Sorry yes, Ra. It's for your own good." Tears began to well up in each other's eyelids.

"Hmmm." I nodded with tears in my arms, lest the hard-earned make-up on the carving wear off.

Yayu Diyah took a tissue for me afraid my tears would fall.

"Hopefully, you're happy, Ra." said Yayu Dina. "Let't you be like me you know, my husband was taken by the actor." The tears that were held finally shed.

Shrugging Yayu Dina's shoulder as we hugged. "Yes Yu, doain I drove it all the way to jannah." That's all I can say.

Letting go of the embrace, MUA came to see the four of us crying makeup shifted. "Duh, Mom. Sadly, the show will start." MUA looks shocked to see us.

"Sorry Mommy, we're let go." I replied.

"It's okay." Patiently, maybe understand my condition of being a bride.

Our decorations are restored. "Come on, ma'am, we're going to start the official event" she asked when we're done.

I helped MUA stand up, Mas Abyan came, he just looked at me for a long time.

Am I weird? Never been over-decorated like this.

MUA put a white veil on my face, then Mas Abyan reacted with a smile.

Mas Abyan is getting very handsome, wearing traditional western Sumatran clothing that is suitable for wearing.

Mas Abyan in whatever remains perfect, amazed me with his fondness.

Mas WO took my hooked hand on Mas Abyan's arm. We walked by the elevator down to the main building.

"For all the invited guests are expected to stand. The two brides will enter the room, okay! Please the WO." the host gave directions.

The entrance is wide open, with musical instruments from Yovie and Nuno titled sacred promises.

We walked slowly on a red carpet with roses. Followed by Falisha, Ibu Sari, Dameer's father, Hanum, Mas Darman, Tama, Amel, Oma Farra, Yayu Dina, Yayu Zainisa, Yayu Diyah and extended family.

Along the way the invited guests stood clapping, there were also those who made videos using mobile phones.

With all that white nuance, made me realize, my relationship with Mas Abyan started from a really white thing, as white as paper without a streak of other colors as the beginning of our meeting.

Either I can only smile seeing Mas Abyan who is also smiling looking at me. The cameraman was busy highlighting us who were walking towards the stage that had been provided.

"The mother and father of the bridegroom sit next to the bride and vice versa." WO arranged our seats when we were on stage.

Next to Mas Abyan it turns out to be Bi Rosida and Uwa Sani, beside my left Mother Sari and Father Dameer.

Guests began to come up the stage, shaking hands with us who were standing up there.

Everyone said congratulations to both of us. I can only smile and say thank you.

"Congratulations Abyan on your marriage. Get to know us - we'll get together later." One of the men is almost the age of Mas Abyan and the other three.

"White choice Abyan Ukhti yes not kunti like yesterday." they together laughed.

"That's the same, don't you think that the closed one is good." ketus a beautiful woman dressed in a multi-way dress with a cleavage slightly blue cloud.

"Well, if you're talking really know?" look in my direction. "I'm sorry, Ukhti." continued the other male friend.

Sih chick sees me like lazy, eager to ask, my fault lies where Mommy? You like Mas Abyan but Mamas does not want to be equal to you, feel you are rejected that way, the impact to me.

"Udah first, let's just keep going another day. Behind was a lot in line." the first man was mediating.

"Yes." looked back, then looked at me. "Yuk Mrs Yu, excuse us, congratulations once again?"

"Thank you." I replied softly.

"Congratulations, Mum?" came the beautiful woman dressed in a short-sleeved maxi mute with a light pink hugging and cupica cupiki Mas Abyan, with me just a little smile and almost hands-free salaman.

Whose girl is it again? Play kiss people's husbands. The antagonist starts to act, right?

Mas Abyan looks relaxed, still greeting people I do not know.

When the line of gangs in the hospital that represent the stage came my eyes widened, do not you know, they? My heart almost came out right now.

They came smiling. "Welcome through your new life, Mother." without recognizing me.

Mom smiled at me. "Congratulations, Mr. Abyan and Ms. Zahra?"

I just looked towards the floor. "Yes ma'am, thank you." I reply, look at those who come down, thank God do not know, good makeup cover up my sin.

Tumpeng rice was brought up by WO officers after the ceremony was completed.

"This is the knife." given to Mas Abyan. "We take a picture for a moment. After that, Father and Mother bribed each other." we both followed directions.

"One, two, three."

Czechoslovakia!

We both feed each other, the cameraman is still busy taking photos.

"Applause to the audience." The MCs returned to give directions, when we had finished bribing the food.

Mas Abyan smiled at me, maybe acting in front of everyone.

All the invited guests applauded, the sign of the core event was completed, and continued the joint dinner session.

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