Virgin Widow
Eps. 3

The turn of the full moon after the tando weighing process felt so fast approaching, and tonight I have been on the full moon in the night of the bainai. Until now I have never met directly with a candidate who will justify me to him tomorrow. There's a feeling I can't understand, it flows with the blood the heart pumps to the brain.

Hope this feeling is just restless in the excitement of facing marriage. Because soon I will leave the house where I live, the place where I grew up in the caress of affection that always lights up. Go to a man I never knew, to a friend who wasn't necessarily close. Learn to be her legitimate servant in love and keep things as a wife for a dream, which is to be happy.

Tek Nurma as a bride fairy was already in the room to immediately put this on my finger. The prayer is finished, but my heart and soul have not yet moved from the prayer mat. Etek Nurma patiently waited until I was ready and out of daydreams. From the beginning of entering the room he just sat staring and waiting for me on the edge of the bed, not a single sentence asked and greeted him. Maybe he understands the feelings of the girl who will go through the most important times in her life, namely the change of status of a girl to a wife with a very heavy responsibility in the future life.

“Sorry, Tech, Last Hafsah yes?” I was slightly mince-talking to melt a very frozen atmosphere.

Etek Nurma shook her head and smiled, she was familiar with the frost created in this room.

“Not long time, Sah. If you want to teach first please.” His smile made me melt a little, the trunks on my head and immediately folding the prayer mats hinting that I was ready for this.

I sat on the floor deliberately on a mattress so that it was comfortable during the bainai process, Tek Nurma sat beside me holding a container containing finely ground inai leaves and some betel leaves as a dressing.

“Aready?” Tek Nurma put a pillow on my thigh and then asked me to straighten my legs to make it more comfortable. Both of my hands were placed on a pillow. Etek Nurma was very painstaking at work, there was not the slightest collision in this splattered.

“Your hand is juicy, Sah. You why?” Etek Nurma looked astonished. I shook my head again because I didn't know what to answer, nor did I know why my hands were watering.

“If watery like this the inn will spread, then the result is not good. Try deep breaths.” My feeling started to calm down after a few puffs.

“Etek first when he was in was also sweating cold as you. Etek was also betrothed to Mr. Etek Hasim. The difference with you, we before marriage already know each other because sekampung.” Etek Nurma started cladding her nails in my right hand.

“Fear and shame will become more and more on the first night, especially when people who have never been close to us, sleep in the same bed continues ..” Etek Nurma's laughter makes the atmosphere liquid.

The questions surrounding the wedding and the first night were answered with laughter and the wilful blink of an eye by Tek Nurma. The savory thing lasted until all my fingers were wrapped in betel leaves. Done is Etek Nurma's task for the night bainai and tomorrow morning my fingers will be cleaned. After cleaning I have to bathe with special herbs so that the body does not smell and this color will look more alive on the fingers, he said.

Tonight we slept on a thin mattress, Etek Nurma did not allow me to sleep on the bed he had decorated a few days ago so as not to get dirty from this. Being in this room makes me feel weird. Decorations like the king's daughter's room have been installed neatly, golden red color dominates some of the rend. Etek Nurma accompanied me until the dream came to fill his sleep in an irregular heartbeat.

Towards dawn Etek Nurma woke up my sleep, then released one by one betel leaves wrapped in jars on my fingers. Etek Nurma smiled at his amazing work last night, all my nails were red.

“Alhamdulillah is still a virgin,” always.

“What's the connection, Tek?”

“If not virgin, the red is uneven like this, Sah,” Etek Nurma explained.

“Now you take a shower first, finish your morning prayers, you have breakfast. Etek will dress you up soon, eight o'clock marriage contract, right?”

I just nodded and immediately stood towards the bathroom. It turns out Etek Nurma has prepared warm water along with the collision of pandan leaves and jasmine flowers in the bathroom.

“Hair is also wetted yes, Sah,” sounds from behind the door.

The smell of jasmine became a therapeutic scent to me this morning, the fragrance made the mind a little calm. I enjoyed the spills of water that soaked my body, a little while I was in the bathroom and stopped when Etek Nurma told me to go faster.

“Good, Puti .” That smile made me feel so close that I couldn't wait to ask for what I wanted.

“I want her headscarf to cover her chest, Tech, don't be like this.” The hijab that Etek Nurma put on was wrapped around my neck and my head, the cloth did not even cover my chest. I don't want to get dressed but naked.

“But the effect is not good, Sah, cover her sequins,” Etek Nurma reasoned.

“Sah please, Tech. Sah ndak want if Sah chest is not closed.“ My whimper conquered the makeup artist.

Several times the door of the room was knocked, the head of Bi Yanti poked and asked if I had finished dressing because the ruler had arrived. Before long Uncle Hasan's voice was heard saying that the groom's entourage had also arrived.

“Before being told to come out you stay in the room,” Bi Yanti's message, I just nodded.

Then a step was heard in front of the room, making my heart pound more and more while cold sweat began to flow through the face that had just been smeared with powder. My palms got wet with an erratic feeling. Etek Nurma looked at me confused.

“Why you, Sah?” Etek Nurma smoothed the faded powder on my face washed away by the increasingly flowing sweat, I replied with a very weak ring.

“Drink first.” Etek Nurma thrust a glass filled with tea water. Only a few sips were able to pass through my esophagus, but they were quite relieved.

“Dzikir propagated, don't think of the strange.”

Many times I tried to take a breath and recite the asthma of Allah, “Give me strength, Yes Rabb.” My body started shaking, my chest was pounding. Nurma Tech hands are the best grip at this time to eliminate clutter in the chest.

Still in instability I saw Bi Anja the wife of Uncle Hasan and Bi Amel had been standing at the door. Their faces were as tense as mine, especially when they saw me who was a little pale and trembling.

“Why you, Sah?” Bi Anja was very anxious.

“You sick? Oh, my God, Sah. The groom is ready in front, just waiting for you.”

“Well, Bi.”

Tek Nurma told both of my aunts that I was just nervous and that it was common for brides-to-be before marriage. I tried to calm myself down by taking a deep breath. I went out of the room with Bi Anja and Bi Amel holding both of my arms, while Tek Nurma was still tidying up her makeup equipment.

The living room and living room of my house is not so spacious, so some guests are forced to sit together, even spread out sitting out. Several large tents complete with plastic chairs have been provided just in case guests do not fit inside.

Several times my steps stopped, standing for a moment to calm the mixed feelings. Seeing the ruler who was already sitting in the middle of Abak and Uncle Hasan, made my voice even more shrivelled.

A black-feced man wearing a cocoa dress of the same color as my dress sat facing the head of the head and Abak, behind him sat Mr. Rahmadi with Mother. His face is not clear because he is down, occasionally his hands rest on a small table that is deliberately provided as a means of marriage contract. On the table is seen a box containing prayer equipment and two white gold rings.

Before the marriage contract was held, the pengulu requested that both brides-to-be ask for blessing to their parents, the rida of God is with the rida of parents, as he conveyed.