
Sky
Today will be the most historic day of my life. Because my ID status will change after I'm almost 30 years old.
Married late? Doesn't matter. It is important to marry the right person. Just look at Akhtar. He got married at a young age. But only found happiness in the household at the age of 30 years.
About child? Back to Akhtar. At the age of 30, he won a jackpot. The two child bodyguards are the same face, Nair and Nath.
I'm not making it role model or role mode. But, from the course of his life I believed one thing. Man has his own destiny. As hard as man may try, if God says it is not yet. Humans can what?
This morning in a white shirt and black pants and a suit that has just been fitted by my dear brother I am ready to justify the girl who accompanied my life journey of more than 6 years.
I will make her my wife with the word kabul spoken in one breath. And after that, all my body, heart, breath and even my heart rate will be dedicated to him, to his happiness.
"Be a husband who can be a role model of the family. Being the husband who never used this hand to hurt." Kak Lintang took my hand.
"Be the leader of the household that becomes the support, guidance and protector of your family later."
"Congratulations, Lang. Be happy with the new page you're going to walk on."
"Thank you so far for sacrificing so much for me, especially for Bi and Zoya."
"May Allah give you the descendants of righteousness and righteousness."
"Blessed, little brother." Kak Lintang managed to kiss my forehead as I lowered my head and I was sure he was on tiptoes.
I wiped away her tears, "Please promise sister, no more tears of sorrow in my life. Because I have my own responsibility. I won't be able to fully pay attention to brother anymore."
"Son is happy, now take your happiness." He flanked my arm. We walked out of the room.
I'm pounding, but it's fun. My adrenaline's racing great. How can I beat when I'm going to see the girl I see almost every day?
"Are you ready?" ask Dad to me.
"Ready dad!" steady say.
We went to a mosque near Rara's house. The marriage will be there. Kak Lintang, Mas Akhtar and the children surrounded me with another car. Bang Sat was also present.
We entered a mosque, the guests present were divided into two by a curtain. It is a male and female guest.
I sat opposite Rara's father. A tough guy who is rarely home. Rara's father works as a building porters who migrate from one city to another. But after Rara had the income, my girl made a grocery stall for her father to run.
Rara does not want to receive my money if it concerns her family. He only wants to receive my money if it's for his assignments and college fees.
How could I not wait for a girl as good and simple as that?
Now the marriage contract will begin. Rara's father shook my hand. I know this guy's father-age is nervous. His hands shook and his eyes turned red. Of course, the feeling of haru, sad and happy is mixed into one. When a father would take off the daughter he kept for almost twenty-four years to another man.
"I marry and marry you Ananda Langit Alfarezi bin Reza Kesuma with my son named Auzora Cahaya Syahputri with a dowry of two hundred and forty million rupiah and a set of prayer equipment, cash."
My heart, please save me! This is more thrilling than facing mothers who are waiting for a contract.
"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Auzora Cahaya Syahputri bint Sudirja with the dowry, cash."
The echoes of the legitimate voice that the witnesses rubbed and continued with prayer made my tears shed instantly.
We put on each other's wedding rings and I kissed her forehead. This is how it feels when it is legitimate.
The activity of kissing the forehead is often done, but this time it feels really different. He smiled and the face was shining. Right I said, he's an angel. Even if the angel of death is this beautiful. I would die many times. I'm sorry God, I was just kidding. Just let me die first.
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After the wedding, me and the others returned home. The relatives also left for the house before tonight after our magrib would immediately leave for the reception.
The outdoor concept was chosen by both of them by utilizing the vacant land that Sky had just purchased a month ago.
"Ma, Bi don't want to wear makeup, ma!" Bi pouted as I gave her the final touch of a blush on pink.
Zoya is chuckling. The little girl in the blue sea dress sitting on the edge of the bed was ready from now on. Even almost 60% of the makeup on his face is the result of his own hand polish.
As a child youtuber who is active in front of the screen, Zoya is always paying attention to her appearance. Unlike Bi who is more often behind the camera and locked themselves and play with paint.
"You're beautiful, Bi. Aunt Rara mah lewaaaat!" Zoya again giggled. This child makes Bi more pouty.
"Photo first Bi." Zoya stood next to Bi who was still sitting on the chair. Directing the front camera of my phone towards them.
"Babyskreek!"
"Don't use Zoya's flash!" Bi was a bit screaming. Zoya chuckles and runs out of the room. Then Bi ran after Zoya. This view is what I used to see. Just don't after Zoya gets caught, they pull each other's hair and I have to rearrange them both. Really, I hope they understand that I'm very tired.
"Which shirt, Lin?" Akhtar's voice surprised me. This one big baby asked to be taken care of as well apparently.
"In the cupboard" I said without looking at him. I was focusing on putting my face on.
He kissed my lips at a glance. I love to steal opportunities! I glanced at him sharply.
"Don't wear a red lipstick!" Okay. It's orders.
"Why?"
"So the attention of other men, baby!" the answer. And he opened the closet, I didn't see but the sound of the closet door opening was familiar to my ears.
"So what's it wearing? Black?" cynical kataku.
"If you have, please wear it!" he said with a small laugh.
"You want me to be a vampire?"
He approached. And put his neck in my face. What the hell does this mean?
"If the vampire is beautiful like this. I'm ready to be bitten every day" he said with a wink.
I pushed her face after a brief peek at her cheek.
"Thank you dear." He smiled broadly.
Husband oh husband...