Virgin Widow
Eps5.

Completed the marriage contract procession, Zaid did not immediately stay because tomorrow continued with the baralek gadang event, there will be a traditional procession of marapuik marapulai and arak-arakan from the bako house. In accordance with the prevailing custom a marapulai not able to sleep in his wife's house before being invited by the family of women.

After a meal together and closed the wedding prayer led by the ruler, the Zaid family came home. Not a word of pleasantries came out of my lips, there was a desire to greet and serve him but there was no way I could do it at this moment. Although Zaid is now officially my husband by religion, I have no right to have him by custom.

Both sides of the family are still busy talking about the baralek plan tomorrow, while I choose to leave the room and enter the room. I want to change my clothes immediately and perform dhuha prayers to calm down and get along. May I be given the ability to carry out my duties at my best until destiny separates me and Zaid.

After a while in solitude, I slowly closed the door but did not lock it, for I was afraid to make a sound and let everyone know I was leaving them. My body was sultry and sweaty from not being used to wearing a dress that was nearly three centimeters thick.

The clock on the wall is still around the number ten, there is still a chance to do dhuha prayers. Immediately I changed my clothes and made ablution, not caring about the crowds outside the room, I just wanted to linger with my Lord in prayer.

My dhikr ended with a hand pleading with the Sovereign of the Heart to be given confidence and determination in living my destiny.

Uhm ....

The adult male voice sounded very close, how surprised I was to see Zaid already sitting sweetly on the bridal bed. I don't know how long he's been there and watching me. Her lips reviewed the smile then asked for permission to pray the dhuha in my room. Ring the prayer mat I just used then show the position of the bathroom where ablution.

I almost screamed to see Zaid take off his coco shirt and put it on the mattress to make it easier and not get wet when ablution. His right hand smothered my still gaping mouth. I trembled, probably because I had never seen a grown man other than Abak wearing only a singlet that showed a bulge of muscles in his chest. I gulped and then Zaid let go of his hand.

“I am your husband, everything you see in my body is halal,” his whisper in the ear that makes me have goosebumps.

“If at this time I want to come to you then there is no reason for you to refuse.” Zaid's naughty smile made me feel boneless.

I couldn't speak because my voice was stuck in my throat. My breath was hunting as Zaid held my face with both hands, his eyes looking straight at my eyeballs which I then closed. There was a warm, wet feeling on my forehead, and it turned out that Zaid was kissing me.

Heart rhythm tempered, blood flowed quickly to the entire vein, the cut of Zaid's body that was very close to me. My body was trembling again with cold sweat pouring down. It was fortunate that my body was still covered with mucus so that Zaid did not see what I was going through.

“Still embarrassed?” Zaid was still flirting even though I didn't make a sound.

I don't want to look stupid in the eyes of the man who has now officially become my priest, I point to a clock that is nearing the limit of the dhuha. Zaid immediately abluted and performed the six rakaat dhuha prayer. As long as he was with his Lord, I just sat on the side of the bed.

I enjoyed the strangeness that began to spread in the soul, the feeling began to mix together which made me less comfortable. Maybe because only this time I was alone with an adult man in the room, while outside there were still many guests.

“Let me do it.” Zaid said that when I prohibited folding the prayer mat, he immediately put on the cocoa that had been placed on the bed.

“Thank you, Angel Surgaku, already received my presence in your room.” Zaid's gaze riveted the soul which made my face flushed red.

“I say goodbye, tomorrow I will come bringing a more burning love especially for you.” Zaid took my hand and kissed her.

I remained silent and enjoyed the wonderful taste that began to knock on the door of the heart.

After the banquet Bi Yanti was allowed to take me, it turned out that my arrival to the tuo house had been awaited by Abak's relatives. After Grandma died Bi Yanti and her small family lived here because she was the only daughter who had to run and receive an inheritance.

The creaks of the wooden levels that I increased one by one restored the memory of my childhood, when Grandma was alive I often stayed here and most like to sit in the middle of the bed waiting for the sunlight to hit my body. The right direction of the house to the east makes sunlight that comes with dew directly hit the face.

Often I was scolded by Grandma if found sitting pensively with hands propping up the chin, said Grandma sitting in bed can inhibit the windfall up. Instantly my tears were shed remembering all the memories of Grandma. Seeing me cry Tek Yanti hugged me, we both let go of the sadness that comes in important moments like this.

The tuo house only had two rooms, but there was an elongated loose room. Red rug spread from end to end, on it has been arranged various foods and pastries as a banquet malapeh children daro . Back in my heart throbbing in deep sadness, this house was once part of the long journey of my life. Here I was once taught to embroider by Grandma and basilek by Mr. Danas Abak's sister, he said so that I could defend myself if later they were no longer able to watch me.

Suntiang and clothes have been prepared in Bi Yanti's room, because there Etek Nurma will dress and dress up the Minangkabau red oversized clothes with gold tassels. On top of the head was paired a large suntiang that made my appearance completely turn into a queen, so it would not be wrong if the bride was said to be a queen a day.

After I finished dressing I was told to go out and sit with the other Abak family in the living room. Not long Zaid came with some of my family's messengers, who this morning did a procession so that it began .

The process of getting started is included in the order of baralek events, by borrowing Zaid to his family then I can be paraded together from the bako house to the guarantee that has been provided at the bride's house. Zaid wears clothes that match with the clothes of a daro child, while on his head is placed saluak, a keris poking from his belt.

Zaid looks dashing in my eyes so that it causes the thumping like yesterday back to disturb the soul.

The process of malapeh arak is carried out in the courtyard of the tuo house. Some Abak family people are ready with their respective duties, some bring rice, cakes, and so forth. Two of my cousins from the Abak family wore other Minang traditional clothes, namely takuluak tanduak. They were holding golden umbrellas as my protector and Zaid.

I gasped as Etek Nurma took my hand to loop around Zaid's arm.

“The days of the son of daro the road are far apart from the marapulai, like the enemies.” Etek Nurma told Zaid to hold my hand.

Actually there is nothing wrong and sinful if Zaid guides me, because yesterday I have been paved in marriage contract. It's just that shame and reluctance is still a difficult thing to beat when adjacent to Zaid, especially when seen by many people.

“Here you go, Sah, I'm your husband. I will take care of you in your care and sleep. Let me guide the fear of you falling because of your high heels.” His laughter revealed a neatly arranged row of teeth from between his reddish lips.

The boisterous laughter of my brethren accompanies my reckless behavior.

Pelaminan deliberately installed in the yard of the house becomes a pageant stop point. Several times we heard traditional speeches from my family before we were welcome to step up and sit on our royal throne today. Zaid helped me climb up to a slightly high peraminan even though some short stairs provided the owner of the pelaminan.

“Let's enjoy the togetherness in the crowd,” Zaid back to tease me.

“Means?”

“Have only been with you, but alone, not at this party.” Zaid blinked his eyes which made me even more nervous.