The Bujang Lapuk
Sah

"God, Manten is so beautiful!" alya said as she sneaked into Za's room.

"It's sure that the event is finished immediately enter the room," he added.

"Yes, copy the clothes" said Za. And Alya was broken.

Za was sitting in front of a mirror with a woman who was pairing her hijab. Lastly, a small tiara to beautify Za's appearance looks simple because Za does not like the glamour. The white dress she wore was very simple. But the price makes the breath short. Za had just held it at that time. But Fadhil immediately agreed and asked Za to try it.

Za was just wondering how he would manage his finances if Fadhill's lifestyle did not reflect on the income that had been delivered to Za.

Are you ready, Mommy? The show is about to start" asked Alya.

"It has. But I'm not going out."

"Yes. Just making sure. Want to report ahead if you have."

Alya came out of the room. While MUA who decorated Za cleaned up her equipment and left Za alone in the room before Alya returned to the room.

"Yes, how come you're deg-degan, huh?" said Za who was really nervous this morning. Even last night he couldn't.

"Say if the scenes are a sign of love, Ma'am."

"Who said? You know very well, little boy," Za denied.

"Little like this I have more experience than Mbak Za," Alya replied not to lose.

"Yes, yeah. Who already has a husband first" said Za sewot. "But you used to be nervous, yeah."

"Initially not too because of Mas Bian's intention is a proposal. But when Dad said marriage that night, it was really surprising to know, Ma'am. I almost cried. I don't think I'd be willing to end my single life that soon. Still want to mess around. But it turns out, Mas Bian was really fun. Very understanding, not much nudu. Not getting married young with her."

Za moved her lips. "Yes, you're delicious. From a small already carried Mas Bian. Lah Mbak Za, tau-tau was asked to marry. Force again."

"Thank you, Ma'am. Let's be blessed."

Za grunting. "Yes, Bu Hajjah's son. But by the way, you were his student Ma'am Za. Why are you the one who is nasehatin Mbak?" Za chuckled to himself. His nervousness also disappeared.

But when he heard the MC sound from the speaker, Za's heartbeat returned irregular. Both are silent. Thoroughly speaking the voice from the front.

"I married and I married, Brother Ammar Fadhil bin Faturahman with my son, Zahidah Nur Afifah with a gold dowry of 50 grams paid in cash." The father's voice sounded firm.

And welcomed no less loudly by Fadhil. "I accepted the marriage and marriage of Zahidah Nur Afifah bint Abdul Manaf with the dowry in cash.

And the legitimate voice of the witnesses who declared the legal marriage of Zahidah and Fadhil.

Shortly thereafter the door of the room opened. Fadhil in a suit looks so dashing. Za even pangling saw Fadhil with tidied hair, and also facial hair that was clean. A smile flared even though both of Fadhil's eyes were glazed over.

Za grew increasingly nervous as Fadhil approached and reached out to touch the top of his head.

"Allaahumma innii as-aluka khoirohaa, wa khoiro maa jabaltahaa 'alaihi, wa a'uudzu bika min syarrihaa, wa syarri maa jabaltahaa 'alaihi."

After Fadhil finished reciting the prayer, Za kissed the back of the hand of the man who had just become her husband. The coldness of Za's hand was of course felt by Fadhil. Until the man held tight and then kissed his wife's forehead with shahdu and moved into the hands. First touch of skin that is too long. Because Fadhil didn't take them off at all until they got to the front.

Not many guests were invited, only Za's relatives and also Fadhil. A close neighbor and friend taught Za. Fatma suggested inviting them. To avoid slander because it is no secret that there are some single teacher friends who like Za.

Simple event concept as per Za's request. When many women long for a luxurious dream wedding, Za is just the opposite. Because honestly he has not had any thoughts about the concept of marriage. So sudden preparation. Of course Fadhil is behind everything. Because both of Za's parents also look cool even though they welcome their daughter's wedding day.

Za welcomes Fatma's embrace as the pregnant woman approaches her.

"Welcome to our extended family, Za. May Allah bless you with blessings."

"Amiinu. Thank you, Ma'am." Za commented a thin smile.

"May soon follow to be Mama Papa!" fatma said half a whisper.

"Mother." This time it was Fadhil who replied to Fatma. Apparently he heard Fatma's voice a little slow. Za just gave a glimpse. Then throw an awkward smile as Fadhil smiles sweetly at her.

Congratulations flowed from all the guests who came. Before dzuhur time, the event was over. Za said inside because there were only a few male guests left. They are Fadhil's friends.

His sleepiness could no longer be held back. Almost 30 hours Za did not close his eyes. It was appropriate if he chose an event that was simple and did not take too long. Because the essence of marriage is on the marriage contract.

Arriving in the room, his pillow seemed to be waving about to lull the owner. No matter the flower decoration on the bed sheet, Za threw herself on it. With a dress that is still complete.

There was a faint sound of the door opening. Za who had not really fallen asleep was reluctant to open her eyes. From the sound of the closed door that sounded was definitely not his mother. Slowly, he barely made a sound.

A few seconds later, Za felt a hand rub his head. Za's desire to sleep suddenly disappeared even though his eyes were still closed. Za imagined that at this time Fadhil must be staring at him from a very close distance. It felt like a breath was sweeping across his face.

"You haven't slept, have you, Dek?"

Za who tried to hold both eyes to not open was of course clearly seen by Fadhil.

The cup!

Instantly Za slid. When one of his cheeks was touched by a chewy object.

Fadhil's face which was only a distance of no more than 10 cm greeted him. Reflek Za closed again. And Fadhil repeats the same thing on different cheeks.

"Wake, yuk! We pray after that we just go to sleep."

After Fadhil's voice was not heard again. And there was movement in the bed, Za opened her eyes. He thinks Fadhil is away. It still sits on the edge of the bed.

"Is my face too creepy that you won't stare?"

Wasn't it! But you're too handsome today. The answer that is only spoken in the heart.

Za straightened his back and inched to the edge of the bed. He sat in front of the mirror to open his hijab. Occasionally glanced at Fadhil who kept staring at him.

Out of nowhere he had to start opening up a good-looking hijab order. She herself is not good at making models wearing hijab. Za pulled out the origin of the needles that locked the head covering cloth. Until everything is lost.

Still with a glance at Fadhil from the reflection of the mirror glass, Za opened the inner hijab until the ties of her long hair dangled. His face and hair are now perfectly exposed. He saw Fadhil's shocked face, even the bulge on the man's neck was seen going up and down. Za suddenly shriveled to see Fadhil as if he wanted a tiger that could not escape stalking its prey.