The Father Boy
ALA41S. Marriage of KUA
"Use the Indonesian language only, more difficult later on." Givan listened to his son's memorization.
"OK, okay. How, Dad?" Chandra flipped the piece of paper.
"Yes, it exists, right? The price adjusts to the value you set." Givan pointed at the writing with a pen on the paper his son was holding.
"I accepted her marriage and marriage to the dowry mentioned, and I was willing to do so. May God always give you grace."
Givan gawked at him with the words his son had spoken. "Don't that! Stranger cake kali loh!"
"I received the marriage and marriage of Ismu Nurul Izza bint the late Muhammad Idin with a dowry of coffee land covering an area of one hectare and cash worth thirty one million three hundred twenty thousand paid in cash." Chandra wrote what he said.
"Yes, remember not to be hafalin. Blank again, Bang." Givan fanned his son with a peck.
"I deg-degan, Dad. He said losing three times won't be a marriage." Chandra thinks like a kid.
"Can't be the first night exactly. Don't fail three times." Givan was scaring his son.
Those who heard the laughter. There was talk of the father and son, according to them.
"Bismillah." Chandra got up and walked in front of the guardian who was going to marry her.
Givan put on his peck, then he walked over to sit near his son. He wants to know for sure, how the mention of his child's marriage contract.
"Ready, Bang?" Uncle Izza smiled knot.
Sometime, the do'a is promised and his uncle Izza is directed to return the niece's marriage. They were asked to shake hands, then uncle Izza immediately said his word.
"I Marry You and I Marry You with My nephew Ismu Nurul Izza bint the late Muhammad Idin with a dowry of coffee land of one hectare and cash worth thirty one million three hundred two tens of thousands paid in cash." He was so relaxed, easy enough for her because he himself had married his son.
"I.." Chandra even dyed.
"Repeat, Bang. Seriously, Bang! Focus." The party from KUA gave an opportunity.
"One breath that way, Bang." Although Fa'ad is Key's husband, who is his brother-in-law. But he used to call Chandra that name, because he knew the story of his wife about the rampaging little Chandra forcing everyone to call him that.
"The length, duh." Chandra wiped his sweat back. Chandra's back shirt got wet, as Chandra kept sweating.
"Can." Ghifar who was behind Chandra patted Chandra on the shoulder.
"I received the marriage and marriage of Ismu Nurul Izza bint the late Muhammad Idin with a dowry of coffee land covering an area of one hectare and cash worth thirty one million three hundred twenty thousand paid in cash. That right?" Chandra read the piece of paper that was in front of him.
"Yes, let's get excited." The KUA gave its support to the distinguished family.
"Bismillah.." Chandra took a breath.
"Do you want to practice first?" Uncle Izza was observing Chandra.
"First, Mr. Cheque." Chandra wants this information resolved quickly.
"Okay, please repeat." The KUA told them to shake hands.
"I Marry You and I Marry You with My nephew Ismu Nurul Izza bint the late Muhammad Idin with a dowry of coffee land of one hectare and cash worth thirty one million three hundred two tens of thousands paid in cash." That hand swings once.
"Wrong, wrong. The dowry is incomplete."
Chandra leaned back on the chair and set her breath back. He was already quite frustrated, having failed twice in pronunciation. Just one more chance, that's his thinking now.
"Well." He turned to his father.
"Can, relax. Still got the first night anyway," said Givan trying to melt the atmosphere.
"Two times failed keep me, Dad." Chandra rubbed his face. He does not care about laughter that melts the atmosphere.
"Can, Bang. Quiet." Calm." Fa'ad is back to encouraging. Sitting near Chandra, he was instrumental in supporting Chandra.
Chandra nodded, trying to focus on recalling the reading plastered in front of him. It was so easy, but it felt so different when his hand had been swung.
"Come on again." Chandra pulled the position of his chair forward.
"He can." The KUA party smiled widely.
"I Marry You and I Marry You with My nephew Ismu Nurul Izza bint the late Muhammad Idin with a dowry of coffee land of one hectare and cash worth thirty one million three hundred two tens of thousands paid in cash." Uncle Izza repeated the memorization three times.
Chandra tried to focus, he closed his eyes for a moment and immediately spoke. "I received the marriage and marriage of Ismu Nurul Izza bint the late Muhammad Idin with a dowry of coffee land covering an area of one hectare and cash worth thirty one million three hundred twenty thousand paid in cash."
Momentary silence.
"Well." Right."
A cheer of thanksgiving was instantly crowned, Chandra immediately rubbed his face and said hamdallah. He immediately plong, then he turned towards the woman who was on his left side.
"Yes, so first night" chirped Ghava with a laugh.
Izza was so moved, finally his struggle all this time ended in KUA with the status of a wife Chandra. However, he should not be very happy because his biggest struggle started today.
Izza was asked to kiss her husband's hand longer for the photo shoot prepared by Ghava. Chandra pose kissing Izza's forehead was done long enough, for shooting purposes as well. It was often done Chandra, only he was awkward because many families were watching.
Chandra and Izza felt their jaws cramp, as they always smiled broadly when taking pictures together. Both of them seemed so happy, in the shots taken by both the family and the studio people requested by Ghava.
Photos of the sudden wedding immediately spread on social media and villagers quickly, all residents immediately whispered and commented negatively about the marriage of the two who were done with potluck and in a hurry.
Until the Zuhdi family heard the news. Zuhdi's phone number was directly attacked by his family-in-law, in the form of chat messages or phone calls.
Zuhdi had not realized, because he was carried away by the atmosphere of family happiness. Until he took a break to take a picture together, then he checked his phone.
His emotions immediately peaked, when he got some messages from his family-in-law. During this time he did not talk much, because he wanted his relationship with the brother-in-law of his family to remain fine. But he felt, Aini family more soaring because it was left.
[Don't say much! I'm going to where you are now!] Zuhdi replied to the message with his wrath.
He did not like the mockery and negative accusations that the family-in-law of his sister, the family of his wife and nephew. In fact, his son was also dragged into the despicable accusation.
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