When We Are Stupid
Ken Pov

Bismilbornohmanirohim.

I didn't expect the day I never expected to finally arrive as well. After finishing the morning prayer, my mother immediately told me to clean myself, and then she also told me to wear the wedding dress that I chose at the boutique a few days ago.

"Am I really getting married?" ask me to myself. I looked at myself from the mirror in my room. 

I don't know why I don't think I can marry a woman I've never met. 

If you want to know until now my head is still filled with the name of the son of Mr. Arga my partner.

I don't know why the first time I saw that girl while helping a little boy in front of the restaurant my heart was beating twice as fast as before.

Honey it's not okay I have to forget the girl, because soon I'll be the husband of the guy.

As I daydreamed to myself with my mind, my mom and dad took me out of the car. It turns out we have reached our destination.

The first thing I saw when I got out of the car was a lot of people gathered in front of us, I could see if the house I was in was a big boarding house, although when heading to this boarding school must pass through the forest first, who would have thought the people in it were very crowded.

"Assalamualaik." My papa and others greet the people who welcome us.

"Wa'alaikumsalam to wb." 

"Finally you guys survived to the destination, let's please Mr. Deri enter already awaited inside."

I feel like I know the person who greeted my father, ah yes if it's not wrong is he Aira's grandfather, I thought.

I could only follow my papa where he would put me later, as I was busy walking through each room and my invited guests accidentally caught the figure of someone who was very familiar to me. 

"Wasn't he Afka, the man who continued with Aira, was this a mass marriage." I thought in my heart.

I also don't know who to ask. I who did not realize it turned out to have sat opposite Afka.

"How do we start." I could only listen to the question that was thrown from the middle-aged man sitting next to Afka.

Shortly after, I heard my papa's voice. "We're just starting pak pengulu." That's my papa's voice.

"All right, groom, please shake the hand of the bride's guardian." The intrusion of that ruler on me, I don't know why my hand reflexively shook Afka's hand.

After Afka was sure if I had shaken her hand she immediately recited a word. "I marry and marry you Ken Ahmad Deri Azami to my twin sister Aira Nazwa Anggrania bint the late Muhammad Arka Anggara."

Degs…..

My heart beats faster when I hear the name called by Afka, which makes me confused why not binti pak Arga when Afka said binti from Aira. What really happened. And did I just not hear wrong if Afka and Aira are twins. 

After Afka finished saying the word ijab qabul to me I immediately greeted him aloud. I don't know why I can memorize the name of the girl who is going to be my wife and I can also memorize her stint at once when I only hear once.

After I finished saying the word ijab qabul 'sah' in the room echoed everywhere.

I was worried for more than 3 minutes I waited for his bride but never came down.

"God willing, she was beautiful." I looked up at the stairs, when I heard the people praising her.

Both my eyeballs did not move from the girl wrapped in a wedding dress in the same color as my clothes, but I think we never tried the wedding dress together. It is a coincidence that our choices are the same.

I continued to look at Aira, who was now my wife. He never once saw me even he kept his head down whether he didn't think me.

I did not realize now Aira was sitting next to me with the help of Aunt Aqila.

"Let's kiss the back of your husband's hand." Afka's voice made me reflexively stick my hand out at Aira.

Unfortunately she did not immediately welcome my hand I had to wait a few minutes first for Aira to dare kiss the back of my hand. Honestly I was anxious with Aira, it was not only me who felt such things but also the invited guests.

Until Mr. Arga's voice made Aira dare to kiss the back of my hand. "Let's kiss your husband's hand no papa he's now your mahram you're legal to be husband and wife."  

I could see that despite the doubt Aira still kissed my hand. "Alhamdulillah." Everyone in the room gave thanks, including me.

I am very grateful to God for sending Aira as my soul mate, it is not in vain that I accept this matchmaking.

"I'm sorry I said that to my mom." My mind remembers what I said to my mother a few days ago when I came home from the boutique. 

It turns out that the girl who married me was the girl I had hoped for all this time, God's destiny was indeed beautiful, no matter how much I forgot about her we now remain united, because she is my soul mate.