Khadija
Akad
...33. Akhad....
On a small table containing several files, Blue and Azzam shook hands with each other. Although nervous, Blue is very ready to make the phrase ijab qabul. Beside Blue sat Barid and Arsean who would be witnesses of marriage.
“Bismillahirahmanirrahim,” Azzam tightened Blue hand grips. “I married and I married you Albiru Adityawarman bin Awan Adityawarman with my son Aishleen Khadijah Harizra, with his mascawin in the form of a set of prayer tools, Cash.”
“I received his marriage and married Aishleen Khadijah Harizra bint Moazzam Hariszra with her mascawin, Tunai.”
After the witnesses had spoken the lawful word together, all the palms of the audience looked up, offering prayers recited by Ustadz Ahmad.
“His bride can already be called out,”
Hearing the orders of Ustadz Ahmad, Blue chest rumbles, it feels more thrilling than reciting ijab qabul. All eyes were on the white-mistered girl, clad in hijab covering her back and chest with a matching color. Kha, flanked by Dusk and Alsea walked slowly from the living room towards the living room.
Blue is getting excited to see it. The girl he used to see plain without polish, tonight looks different. Kha thinly makeup her face, making her look even sweeter tonight.
“It's halal, Mas. May be seen continue but we pause first yes..” said Ustadz Ahmad teased Blue. The invited guests were made to laugh by Blue's misdeeds.
“Please sit next to her husband, Madam Khadijah,” Kha sat down next to Blue, her gaze still down. “May first kiss her husband's hand.” continued Ustadz Ahmad.
Blue tilted her seat facing Kha then reached out, greeted Kha received a helping hand and kissed the back of the hand of the man who had now become her legal husband.
“Put one hand on ubun-ubun, his wife,” said Ustadz Ahmad instructing. “Can his prayers, what needs to be guided?”
“Can, Ustadz,” Reply Blue. “Bismilbornrahmanirrahim, Allahumma inni as’aluka min khairiha wa khairi ma jabaltaha ‘alaihi Wa a’udzubika min syarriha wa syarriha ma jabaltaha ‘alaihi.”
Blue breathed a sigh of relief. Removing his hands from his hands and head, Kha looked around. He saw the cry of both his parents. The clouds approached Blue, hugging her first child so tightly, alternating with Dusk shedding tears in Blue's embrace. After that, Blue in the embrace of Azzam who is now officially his father-in-law.
“From now on, I hand over my only daughter for you to look after and guide. Please take care of him as I have looked after him all this time, guide him never to abandon his duty as a Muslim. Teach her to be a good wife to you.” Azzam patted Blue on the shoulder several times.
“God willing, I will take care of Kha as best I can. Thank you, Abi, for blessing and allowing Abi's daughter to be a complement to my life.”
The event closed after previously Ustadz Ahmad gave a little supply to Blue and Kha in order to live well. Based on the household stories of the Prophet who performed marriage solely to perfect worship.
“Congratulations yes, Kha. May your marriage last,” said Barid flatly, he turned to Blue and hugged her. “Jagain, Kha! Don't let me see she's not happy! If that happens, even if you are my brother, I will take Kha from lo, Bang!”
Blue snorted, got rid of Barid and then pulled the hand of his little sister who had looked gloomy. “Acha why?”
“Acha seneng but Acha is also sad..,” Barsha replied interrupted sobbing. “Acha to be away from, Brother?”
“How far? ‘kan Abang stay in the shop, not far from home. Later Brother and Teteh Kha will also often nginep,”
“Mau, coke, Acha want, Tea...”.
Late at night, the last guest who had just paid his respects was the extended family of Budhe Maritza, wife of Pakdhe Arsean. After that, Awan and Dusk along with the two Blue sisters returned to the Hotel. The Azzam residence was once again deserted, there were only 3 people in front who were cleaning the guest house, and some mothers behind cleaned the kitchen.
Alsea tells Kha to take Blue up to the room to rest. Likewise with Kha who looks tired because once they arrive in Jogja, they have not yet rested their bodies.
*****
Kha opened the room door wide, allowing Blue to enter the room that is not too wide.
“Sorry, my bed is narrow.” Said Kha pointing to a bed that was only Queen size.
“Neither, I can sleep under.”
Blue's response spontaneously made Kha open her mouth slightly. As stupid as Kha, he realized that if Blue is halal for him, whatever is in Kha has become an absolute right for Blue. However, Blue's answer was completely unexpected. Kha also asserted, he himself did not want to look aggressive just because he offered to sleep in one bed.
With a bewildered face, Kha stepped closer to the closet, taking the rasfur-furred gender mattress she had folded and stored. Then put on the floor right next to the mattress, not forgetting he also put a pillow and blanket for Blue use.
“I excuse me first,” say goodbye Kha after finished preparing the bedding for Blue, but hastily prevented by Blue.
“Where are you going?”
“I have not prayed isya, Mas.”
“Kha... Allow me, become a Priest for you from tonight.”
Kha gasped as Blue's left hand caught her cheek, and her right hand held Kha's. Samar Kha heard Blue muttering for a moment, then landed a soft kiss known as Kha.
Just a brief kiss, just like that, was able to destroy the sturdy carriage that Kha had been building. He could not look up even after Blue released the kiss. Kha is too embarrassed if until Blue sees his face which most likely has scored a red hue on the cheek.
Her legs grew limp as Blue moved her hands to Kha's waist, then pulled herself into a hug, slashing the distance between them.
“Thank you for being my wife.”
Just a few centis the distance between Blue Face and Kha. Kha closed her eyes, not that she knew what would happen next, she was simply too embarrassed to look at Blue's face.
Geck... Geck... Geck...
“Teh! Send pilgrims under the same Abi!”
