Handsome Chef Heart Enthusiasts
Chapter XXXIX (Naura Khairunnisa)

I'm again counting the monthly turnover of Cafe Naura. Not too rame. Stable at 8 digits.

"Sister, if pian (you) so bini Chef Agus, Cafe Naura keep going? Or want to be made one with Mi Bancir Chef Agus?" Athiyah sat down next to me and said so.

"Tetep. It was a business long before marriage. If it is one ntar ribet harta gono gini. Not to mention, if there's anything in the same marriage ntar I'm confused about what to do."

"Srv." Cerdassss."

"Women need to be smart and independent so as not to be trampled by men."

"Rubber."

Instantly I limp. "I myself doubt the marriage with Mas Agus still occurs or is void. Until now, Mas Agus has not contacted me. The effect is that he's not fighting me so that this marriage won't be annulled."

Don't that. It's called not believing anyone knows he's busy looking for evidence."

My forehead winches. "Evidence? What evidence?"

Athiyah looked away and stood up. "Follow me yuk."

"Where?"

"There's. I want to point out facts that can make you gawk."

"Whose cafe is guarding?"

"Close it again quiet. Another city's on vacation, too, right?"

My curiosity is high, making me submissive to be taken by Athiyah anywhere.

***

I wonder why Athiyah brought me to Tepi Sawah 2 Housing. Only one house was built. It is also surrounded by empty land.

I'm frowning. "Where's the prize? Life (you) want to give home gift here? Well, thank you very much."

"Ngaaco. Ulun (me) has not been able to buy a house. Just wait a minute. The surprise came."

Sure enough my eyeball caught two people, a man and a woman out of the house. Huh huh? Is that Nichol and Adeena? Why them? Inner wondering.

"Where's my pay?" said Nichol high note.

"Heh, wakefully. Your work is not done yet. I promise I will pay off if I succeed in making Chef Agus fail to marry the girl!"

Duarrr. My heart's like it's being grabbed by a glass. So they're working together to cancel my wedding?

I can't wait to get close to them. Then I came out of hiding.

"Oh .. So you guys deliberately failed us in marriage?"

"That's not gonna happen. We will accelerate the marriage. Isn't that right, baby?" Agus appeared next to me. So he was hiding too?

The look on Adeena's face paled. They just know to run away.

Mas Agus took my hand. "You know the real facts, right? Sorry I don't believe you, but I'm quick."

"No what. It means jealousy. Are you serious about speeding up our marriage?"

"Yes, let there be no more bullies."

"But clothes, katring, pelaminan, and others have not been done."

"On that, I'll sort it out."

***

Tonight my family and Mas Agus's family returned to the meeting to discuss the date of the marriage.

"Huh? Wedding advanced? How has his effect been in such a hurry. You are not .." said Mama tones suspiciously.

"Some, Ma. We still know religion can not do that before ijab qabul." I interrupted so that others would not be as suspicious as my mother.

"That accelerated his marriage contract. Reception is still. We want to speed up the marriage because there are parties who want to cancel our marriage. If it is not accelerated, there will be another party's interference again," continued Mas Agus.

"On ketring, clothes, invitations, the building is not ready yet," said Mama again.

"That's just calm down. I've all done it."

"Yes still. That means we have to find a good date and get a weton first."

"The hereditary. When do you want to get married?"

"This Friday as well."

"Huh? Four more days dong?" Oldest brother Mas Agus followed in shock.

"But, Ma, please get me a paper, a calculator and a ballpoint pen."

Mom got out of her seat and went to the room. Not until five minutes Mama returned with what Abah pinta brought.

Abah started scribbling numbers on the paper. I don't understand it myself. Counting weton is possible.

"From the count of Weton this Friday the fall of sustenance. Still a good date. Okay, you guys got married on that date."

"Alhamdulillah."

Though it was already degan. Fear of being bad and marriage must be canceled because Abah does not approve.

***

My eyes were glued to see the reflection of myself in the mirror. Oath, very beautiful wearing kebaya and makeup customary Central Java. This is the concept of marriage that I dreamed about a long time ago. 

Fortunately, Agus gave up the middle ground. Ijab qobul wears Javanese customs, while Banjar traditional receptions.

From the mirror, I accidentally saw Mama wipe away tears. 

"Why are you crying?"

"Eh, no. It's a flickering."

"Obviously Mama lied. Ma, I've been in the womb for 27 years always the same Mama. I know when Mama's lying or being honest."

"It feels like just yesterday Mama carried you when you were born, uh now be a bini again people."

I held Mama's hand. "Thank you for raising me so much in love. My mother is calm, she will not lose me. Will often nengokin Mama."

Damn, it was my turn to have tears welling up in my eyes. Suddenly the door opened. Athiyah.

"Mas Agusnya and his entourage have come."

"Yuk, out!" bring Mama.

"Mama go first. I want to make up and say groggy first."

"Naura let it be together, Cil."

"Fool."

Mama get out first. I wiped the tears. Then add a wedge in the eye so as not to look grim.

"Jeez, the new manten is so beautiful. It feels like just here pian hates half to die with Mas Agus because he opened our cafe front shop. Uh, you know, you're just gonna be the bin. Ciyeeeee .. hate to say love. FTV is so."

"True people say, love and hate are thin."

I smiled at myself remembering that. God is indeed turning the heart of man. 

"Well, FTV is based on a true story."

"Yes, it's out!"

"I'm beautiful? Make up is still chirping?" 

Honestly, I'm still groggy. That's why take a minute. Have I become the wife of Chef Agusta Wimala?

"God, how less beautiful? Come outside. Later Mas Agusnya bete gegara old bride out."

I was helped by Athiyah to stand up and held in front of the ruler."

***

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Naura Khairunnisa bint Khairullah with dowry, dowry of twenty-five million and a set of instruments of prayer paid in cash."

I breathed a sigh of relief when Mas Agus smoothly uttered the qabul ijab in front of the ruler, Abah and witnesses.

"Well," said the witnesses.

We offer prayers. I hope this abis no drama-drama presence of the former anymore. Tired of fighting heart. Moga my household with Mas Agus lasting up to grandparents.