WHY LOVE
S2-People Party Atmosphere
Syiah Kuala - Banda Aceh
Holier
Om Badru House is crowded with relatives. Both those from close range and those from outside the city of Banda Aceh. It is natural, because tomorrow there will be a celebration event. Marriage of Rahma and Malik.
He along with bang Candra and Salma, have checked the readiness of the building and communicate with the Wedding organizer to smooth the event tomorrow.
Initially Malik offered to hold the event in the hotel ballroom, without worrying about the amount of the cost because Malik was ready to bear all the costs of their wedding. Whatever.
But Rahma refused. Rahma prefers to hold the wedding in the Hall center building which is only 1 km from home.
"How's it?" He was immediately asked questions as soon as he entered Rahma's room.
"Quiet the candidate. Everything is ready. But the groom-to-be hasn't arrived yet." He teases Rahma who looks restless waiting for news from Malik.
"What a dong, holy. Should've reached the hotel." Rahma walked back and forth in front of her, showing her uneasiness.
"Her phone is still inactive." Rahma let out a long sigh while staring at the wall clock that showed at 7:30 p.m.
"Don't don't don't..."
"Don't think bad." He immediately cut off his cousin's speech.
He could not bear to see the anxious Rahma. Actually Malik and Nico and father and mother arrived at the hotel 1 hour ago. However, Nico runs into Malik's cell phone so as not to contact Rahma. Let the miss be saved for tomorrow, he said.
"Basic mas Nico."
He shook his head as the husband sent a message, sparking the idea.
Rahma's room has been decorated with white shades of curtains and mosquito nets with artificial floral embedding of pink rose arrangements. The romantic feel felt.
He led Rahma's hand, which was still standing, to sit on the edge of the bed.
"You don't worry. Bang Malik's at the hotel with Mas Nico."
"Seriously?!" Rahma looked at him as if she was still doubtful.
He nodded.
"Mas Nico is deliberately rampant hp bang Malik so you don't first communicate."
"Suppose you're pinned."
"Let tomorrow the gap mount and....." He deliberately hung his speech while messing around.
Of course Rahma became embarrassed to pinch her cheek for constantly flirting.
"Basic you are -"
"Eh, but what was your first night?" Rahma began to wonder if she knew the experience of her sister.
"So I'm deg degan, Suci." Continue with a straight face.
He giggled at Rahma's innocence. He considered it innocent because he was experienced. But it used to be just as innocent.
"Every newlywed will probably have a different first night of activity."
"Follow the flow, Rahma."
"Follow the game bang Malik. You just take it." He spoke slowly as if he was afraid that someone else would listen.
"Don't laugh I keep dong.kan shy." Rahma hit her arm with a pillow as she kept on messing around. This made him laugh.
"But tomorrow it goes straight to honeymoon right?"
"It's free to get wet hair every day." He lowered both his eyebrows.
"Holy---" Rahma growled with a suppressed voice.
With both hands raised as if to squeeze his mouth. He laughed again until both his shoulders were shaken so excited to be able to tease his cousin and best friend.
"Rahma-" He stopped laughing and is now putting up serious mimicry.
Rahma raised her eyebrows. "What?"
He looked at Rahma with hope. "Tomorrow a new sheet of your life."
"May the day after tomorrow Bang Malik's mother will fall. Wanna accept you as his son-in-law." He patted the back of Rahma's hand for encouragement and support.
"Aamiyi."
"Mom and Dad also asked again yesterday. Am I ready to step with bang Malik."
"What do you need to answer?" He was impatient because Rahma had not continued his words.
"I said 'Bismillah'. I have accepted it because it is isikharoh."
Tonight Rahma asked him to sleep together. The two brothers filled the time by chatting casually while waiting for drowsiness to come. He also took the time to contact Nico because he felt missed, two days did not meet.
****
Nico
He waved at the waiter to order strawberry juice. Suddenly he was fixated and swallowed his saliva as soon as he saw a girl about 5 years old standing by the window drinking strawberry juice. Even his voice sounded loud.
I became like a cravings man.
He rubbed his mouth with a tissue while blocking his smile that rose because he was amused himself with the desire of spontaneity.
Malik looked to be frowning.
The atmosphere of the hotel restaurant that is not too crowded makes him, Malik and your father can sit back after spending dinner.
"Memorize what, yeah?" Malik seemed to not understand the meaning of Hendro's father's question.
"Ck, who wants to marry. What the hell is being prepared? Sampe has not memorized the sentence of marriage contract." He who finally chimed because of anxiety saw his best friend was just gawking.
"Ohhh, that-" Malik laughed discordantly.
"Not yet, yeah."
"Forgotten-" Malik grinned at the horse while scratching his non-itchy theme.
"Later in the room to teach Nico." Malik glanced at her accompanied by a look of plea.
"Related."
"You sleep for a fresh tomorrow." He pretended to yawn but Malik punched him in the arm. Choked him.
"Who's picking us up tomorrow?" Mother who had just listened, now opened her voice.
"There was a Candra bang set up," He thanked her as the waiter brought the juice of her order. "Everything is neat. It is also taken care of as Holy and Salma tea. Mother is calm."
His throat was nyes, the cold felt penetrating the pores of the skin as soon as he sipped his strawberry juice.
He moved away when he saw the screen of his phone, there was an incoming call from the wife.
"Waalaikumsalam, baby." He answered the words of Holy greeting while staring at the flickering lights of the city of Banda Aceh from the glass windows of the high restaurant towering.
"Mas Nico didn't want to come here?"
"Hmm, like tomorrow, baby. You're all right?" He became worried about the state of Saints because his tone seemed to expect him to come at this time.
"Yes well. But your son misses nih-"
He chuckled at the sound of a voice on the side that was sulking spoiled.
"The baby girl or her mother." He deliberately seduced Saints. One hand was put in his pants pocket, his smile fluffed perfectly as a sulking sound came back from there.
"We'll see you tomorrow, baby. If I go there, Malik is alone."
"I miss you too."
Finally the Saints understood. A chat of up to 30 minutes is enough to temporarily treat each other's longing.
****
"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Cut Mutiara Rahma bin Badru Muammar with the dowry paid in cash."
Loud. In one breath, in a close handshake with his father Rahma, Malik spoke firmly and fluently.
Witnesses say 'SAH'.
A twinkle of relief was seen on Malik's face. He raised his hand, confirming the prayer offered by the ustad.
The host began to call, allowing the bride to be present to the place of agreement.
Malik began to stand up straight staring at the street that was marked by a red carpet with flower decorations on his left and right.
Soon the bride's motorcade will enter handing over the bride.
Malik looks dashing in traditional Aceh Linto Baro wedding dress with modern modifications. He was like a handsome, dashing and dignified Acehnese nobleman. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt (bajee), black trousers (siluweuwe) which combined with the same yellow Aceh songket cloth worn by Rahma, and also kopiah (kupiah meukuetob).
The two sat face to face when Rahma stood face to face with Malik. A smile of happiness with the twinkle of love glittering on the netra of both.
Rahma looks pangling in a traditional Daro baro dress with modern modifications. The impression of beautiful and luxurious is very visible, plus the head covering (Patam Dhoe) similar to the crown worn by Rahma adds an aura of elegance and nobility. Very elegant.
Guests began to greet the two brides after a series of traditional ceremonies were held. Rahma's parents deliberately slipped Acehnese culture in the marriage of the child. Remember Rahma is their only daughter.
"Darling, if tired of sitting down." Nico told Suci to rest because he saw the beautiful face of the wife looked sweaty, hot.
Sacred according. He felt his feet ache.
Gambus music accompanies guests who arrive to congratulate. Looks Mother Devi and Father Hendro sincere face, happy to be accompanying Malik in the guarantee.
"I'm sorry ya." Nico looked at Sacred full of regret.
The shrivelled saint did not understand. He stopped fanning his sweaty face, waiting for Nico to continue.
"I'm sorry, baby. Our marriage contract was simple." Nico looked at the two brides who had received congratulations from the guests. "There is no traditional event like Rahma's wedding," he continued, feeling regretful not to hold a luxury event in his hometown Suci.
"What's the chain about." Sacred smiled gently at her husband who turned moody.
"I'm sincere, mas. Even get a fancy surprise reception in Jakarta." Suci wiggled over her husband's cheeks so that he would no longer be moody.
"I'm hungry, papa-" Suci rubbed her stomach with a sulking face.
Suddenly Nico straightened his body with a face that returned cheerful. "Ah, you must be hungry. Wait for me to get some food first." Nico rubbed his stomach before heading to the food stand.
Sacred smiled in relief seeing Nico return excited and cheerful.
The interaction of the two did not escape the attention of a man who peeked in the corner of the room, behind and then the guests. His gaze was misty and clouded with sorrow.
...Seriate...