The Tarnished Holy
Me ?

"Have you?" Kyai Hashim asked as soon as I got there and the two people were still faithfully waiting for me . I nodded, then followed their steps from behind .

The atmosphere of the ceremony was silent, so did Hasyim and we entered together.Thousands of pairs of eyes looked at us like curious .

Only the voice on the top floor was still heard, and I made sure that the screams that had just been heard were from the princess students. Moreover, not too pede but it is so the reality .Everyone admits I'm handsome and for me this kind of thing is used to me.

The glory of the Greek gods, that was their nickname when I was in school. Until now it is possible, although they are not like the ancients who often say blatantly, but with those who are willing to become the second woman, the third , , & the third ,or just taming her body for free seems like enough to prove that I am that charming.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatulli wabarakatuh!" Kyai Hasyim started, and I don't know since when I've been sitting here, next to papi, right in the front row.

The answer to the greeting echoed from various directions , the attendance reached thousands , not yet the congregation in a special place that I could not see because of their position at the top. Reportedly, the combination of santri men and santri princess who he foster only reached one thousand . And again it reminded me that I did not match her daughter at all.

"Before starting our routine this Friday night, there is something Abah wants to say !" Kyai Hashim's words sounded so authoritative 'thousands of like-magic people put up hearing with their eyes so watchful.

Kyai Hasyim took a breath before starting .He commented on the smile, but his eyes were illegible .His eyes glazed over, though he hastily shrunk with the tip of his torch enough to prove that he had cried.

"Please, for all the pilgrims present at this science council to be witnesses for the marriage of Abah's eldest daughter .Abah decides to marry Abah's chosen man ,please do'a to the audience so that the man I choose is the right person for Nafisah and is able to guide and lead him to the paradise of Allah !"

Degs...

For a moment I felt

My heart stopped beating, like someone was forced to pull and then squeezed and gave pain to the heart of my heart .Really, for whatever reason I feel dead after hearing what Kyai Hasyim just said .

My chest is tight, while my mind is dazed somewhere.

Is this why I was invited here ? Witness the marriage of the woman I love . My tears spread, re-feeling the pain .Really , in prison it seems like it would be better than hearing this reality and pain .

My eyes are peeling around . The files are being sorted out by the person I assessed as the ruler .But this is not what my eyes are looking for .Gus Pati, the name that bi May once called is also often disturbing .Where's the guy ? No one is more handsome than me, except the one who was appointed to be a priest whose face was quite beautiful again since earlier it never seemed far from his Abah Nafisah.But, the name of the man was Nizam, will Nafishah be married to him ?

This is not it, this is not how I came here. I came to be judged, I came to be judged, not to be a witness to the marriage of the woman I've been waiting for .I was about to scream, but woke up as the subtle clap of papi resuscitated me .And I just realized, 'From yesterday I've been crying .

"Son Fikhar, are you ready ?" I froze hearing the same question as my mom a moment ago .

"Nobody is waiting for you anymore, already. Let's start !" He said and I still failed to digest what he had just said.

Again papi followed my arm .I turned around, looking at the papi asking for an explanation .Wait ... anyone please , explain what really happened .Why does everything feel so confusing .

"Can we start, son Fikhar ?" That's Kyai Hasyim's question to me .But , you mean ?

"What do you have to marry Abah's daughter ?"Ask again .

Mahar ? Fifteen carats ?

"A-I have this "I said stammering while opening the paper bag that I had given . There's a blue velvet box with a ring inside of it .With trembling hands, I thrust the box to him .

"I have a fifteen carat diamond ring !" I said in the end with a taste of haru . All this is confusing, but happiness then comes greeting .I was dumbfounded, not knowing what I was feeling .All of them were stirring, but one thing I found was that I was happy, so happy that it could not be measured by words.

And Nafisah, verily.The man who had earlier kyai Hasyim mentioned it was me .

Is God really, soon I will be the husband of a Nafishah ,? A sinner like me ? Thank you, you are so good .I promise, I will take care of your request with all my heart .

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dear to readers ...Don't expect the babang bride's night to be as beautiful as your bride !!

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