When Love Should Determine
Chapter 2

Today is their wedding reception. Since morning the atmosphere of Larissa's house has been crowded. Everyone is busy making sure the event goes smoothly.

Larissa was putting herself in her room. Assisted by Lia, her cousin and best friend. She looked beautiful while wearing a purple-colored kebaya that wrapped her slender body. Increasingly adds to his elegance.

For a moment Larissa looked at her reflection in the mirror. He smiled, finding his shadow there. 'After what I've been through all this time, I didn't expect I'd finally get married either'.

The groom's party has arrived. Larissa immediately came out of the room, welcoming the arrival of her husband. And the show starts soon.

The event was very simple. No collateral, let alone the throne. Only a few simple chairs are neatly arranged for guests, as well as a tent to shade the course of the event. But all of that did not diminish the solemnity of the event.

The loudspeakers start to turn on. The host opened the course of the event with a basmalah reading. Larissa sat down beside Hamzah. Flanked by mbok puh Kasri, Baskoro's eldest brother, as well as mbok puh Wati, Baskoro's younger brother.

All events went well. Larissa walked over to the groom's entourage. Most of them are Baskoro family who come from Magelang.

Baskoro was the seventh of twelve children, which is why their families were so numerous. They deliberately came all the way to see their niece get married.

Larissa greeted them one by one, asking her for her blessing. Shaking hands, Hamzah introduced them one by one. This was his wife's first meeting with her father's extended family.

The show was over, they went back to their homes. Larissa went into the room, about to release the whack. But the stone alone he laid down the body, he was called again. He had to perform the next ritual, which was weweh.

In their tradition, the bride had to deliver a banquet to each of the groom's families. That is what is called the weweh manten.

All the families have been visited. There is only one family left, uncle's family. Sister of larissa's mother-in-law.

Problems began to come, because the uncle's family was outside the city, while they did not have a vehicle to reach him. They look at each other for solutions.

"You take the city bus. All of you can walk together" said one of the relatives, giving a solution.

They agree with the idea. They went into the room to change their clothes and prepare.

Trouble re-emerged, because they did not have the money for the bus fare. They looked at each other, not long after they both laughed.

"We're funny, Yank. Just got married but there's been a problem" Larissa said.

"We go first, there must be a way. Here I have some envelope money from my friends" said Hamzah, handing over some of the money to Larissa.

Larissa received the money. "I also have a little envelope money from the temen. It's good to add" take the envelope that he had stored in the closet.

They finally left for their uncle's house on a city bus. Hamzah helped Larissa bring some stuff. Smiles continued to be etched on their faces.

After some time, they also arrived at the uncle's house. They were warmly welcomed.

Uncle gave some encouragement to them, in order to complement each other in building a household. He also apologized for not being able to attend their wedding reception.

After talking for a long time, they went home. Uncle let go of them with a prayer of blessing.

All the way home, they joined hands. Larissa was laying her head on the chest of her husband's field. Hamza also showed concern for his wife. They look very happy despite their limitations.

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Three days they officially became a couple. Larissa's mother-in-law's cousin came to the house. He invited Hamzah to work, continuing the project they took, but had stopped because of preparing for this marriage.

Hamzah agreed to the invitation, after all they were in need of money. It is impossible if he keeps silent. He felt ashamed of the Larissa family, especially now they are still hitchhiking at mother's house.

"The new bride hasn't been working for a week. Afraid of not being able to eat. That's pamali knows, but the recovery is hard!" the lips of one of the neighbors.

"The wind comes from God, ma'am. We can only try. Besides, if I don't work, I'll give you something to eat!" hamzah said subtly, replying to the sneer.

The mother seemed upset to hear Hamzah's answer. He snorted sebal. "Dilangin ngeyel. Yes, it is, whatever. I swear it really happened, let's know the taste, you!" leaving his home yard.

Hamzah rubbed his chest hearing the mother's words. "Patience, Hamzah!".

"No, there are people like that!" larissa said, she followed up upset by hearing the mother's words earlier.

"Udah, justin. People like to see other people's lives from the outside, without knowing exactly how. If the Javanese say, melu keplok, do not melu tombok! (talk, don't feel!)" hamzah said, calming his wife.

Hamzah invited his wife back into the house, so that she did not continue to be upset by the words of the mother. "Not to think about the mother's words, yes. It's me and you, because we're the ones who go through, not anybody else".

Larissa sighed to dispel her frustration. "yes, Yank, sorry!".

Hamzah smiled at Larissa's speech. "What should be sorry is me, not you. I'm sorry, yes, for not being able to make you happy!" he said with all his heart.

Larissa smiled at Hamzah's speech. "It's okay, Yank. Being your wife has made me happy".

The night is getting late. Mreka went into the room, resting their tired bodies.

The next day Hamza started working. After breakfast, he said goodbye to his wife. "Yani, I'm leaving first!"

"Yes, Yank. We go together, yes. I also want to go out, help mom at the stall again. Bored at home, do not continue to do anything. Can, right!"

"Of course I can! after all we are one way" said Hamzah, pinching his wife's nose.

"Ish, you are!" grunting annoyed, rubbing his nose that was hit by a pinch.

Hamzah laughed at Larissa's expression. "Yes, let's go!".

They set off on a butut bike. Hamzah paddled his bike vigorously. Larissa was rear-sharpened, wrapping her arms around Hamzah's waist. They look so ugly. No matter the look of the person looking down.

After a long paddling, they also arrived at the mother's shop. "Later home, wait for me, yeah. I'll come get you!".

Larissa nodded her head in response. Hamzah passed, while Larissa helped serve the buyers who began to arrive.