Chapter 34
"Hey, from now on you call me Mas, okay? Even though we are almost the same age, how does it feel to be called Mas," Umam explained, eh Mas Umam made me blush. "Yes, sir," I said in a fake, spoiled voice.
Mas Umam stroked my bangs, then told me to rest before the bridal makeup came back to do my makeup. The reception will start after the Zuhur prayer later, so I still have time to rest a bit. I closed my eyes and soon I can't remember anything anymore. ----- "Congratulations, Ms. Clara. I hope you are always happy and given a baby as soon as possible," Cleo prayed while greeting me in the aisle. "Thank you, Cleo dear," I replied smiling happily. Your wedding reception really took place in a grand and lively manner. The WO I used was very professional and experienced. From the start of the event to almost the end in a few hours, everything was running in an orderly and controlled manner. Guests who come non-stop are always served well. Even though I didn't know most of the guests who came, it didn't reduce the feeling of happiness I felt at that time. "Has Azzam's family come, Ra?" asked Papa in a whisper. He who sat not far from me accompanied by Cleo had to come closer to me. "Not yet, Pa. Maybe soon," I said uncertainly. Half an hour until the event is over, but I haven't seen Mas Azzam or his parents. Could it be that they're feeling angry and don't want to be at my party? Because according to Papa when he came to invite three days ago, they looked surprised and seemed disappointed with the decision I made. I can only pray that my choice this time is not wrong and Allah will give happiness to everyone I care about. As I thought, until the event was over and we returned home. None of Azzam's family came. I try to think positively, maybe there are obstacles that prevent them from being able to attend and give their blessing to me. "Honey, what are you thinking about?" Umam asked that night. Maybe he saw me dazed on the edge of the bed earlier. "Nothing, I'm just resting. My body feels very tired." Indeed, all the joints in my body feel sore and difficult to move. Maybe because I was tired of having to stand all the time at the reception romance earlier. "Here Mas massage!" "Hah! Massage me, no, thanks!" I refused. "Why should we be ashamed, we are already husband and wife." "It's not like that, it's just... ah, I don't know. It's just embarrassing," I said. Mas Umam laughed at my awkward behavior. Really, I was panicking and confused. Although this is my second marriage. However, until now I have never felt how it feels like a touch from my husband. Umam sat in front of me, she looked at me for a long time then smiled sweetly. "I'm very lucky because I can finally have you, Ra. Now I want ... um, can I?" his question made me hotter and colder. Finally resignedly I nodded, Umam began to approach me. His breathing sounded rushed, I chose to close my eyes. Enjoy all what is given by Umam. He invited me to swim in the ocean of romance. I feel scared, but Umam continues to guide me until we finally arrive at the beach of love. I still closed my eyes, it felt very embarrassing to meet Umam's eyes. While Umam who was catching his breath then tilted his body. "Clara," he called softly. Want I want I open my eyes Our eyes met, Umam smiled and took my hand. He kissed my hand and whispered in my ear. "Is this a first for you, Ra? Has Azzam never touched you before?" asked Mas Umam carefully. I shook my head, in fact I never gave Azzam the chance to touch my body. Suddenly Mas Umam kissed my cheek fondly. "Thank you, honey. Mas is very happy," he said. "I'm happy too, Mas," I whispered in his ear.
That night we passed with a happy feeling. The next day, according to the previous plan, Mas Umam took me on a honeymoon to Bali. All the equipment is ready, Papa will take us to the airport. "Is everything ready, if we leave now," said Papa. He was sitting proudly behind the wheel. Next to him sat Cleo who wanted to accompany us too. "Difficult, Pa. Everything is settled, we go now!" I said. The car immediately drove to the airport. Papa chose the inner-city toll road so we wouldn't be late. Soon we arrived at the airport. Many prospective passengers have queued to check-in at the counter. "If you go, okay, Pa. Be careful at home. Cleo! You have to be able to take care of Papa, okay?" I remember my only sister. "That's done, boss. Have a good honeymoon, okay? I have to bring my nephew back home later," Cleo teased, making us laugh. He thought making a child was like making pineapple cakes. Staying in the dough continues to be molded and baked. Getting pregnant and giving birth is not easy. We were already sitting on the plane when Papa made repeated calls to Mas Umam's cellphone. Mas Umam answered Papa's call. (Assalamualaikum, What's wrong, Pa) (...) (What! Innalillahi wainnailaihi raziun,) Mas Umam said making my forehead wrinkle. Who died? I thought. With my eyes I asked Mas Umam. He gave the code to calm down first, after finishing the call then he told me. Apparently it was Kak Winda who had just died. I was shocked and felt sad. Finally he gave up too with the disease. Poor child is still very small, surely he will miss his mother figure. "Too bad if you can't get there, huh, Mas?" "Hey em, later when we return from Bali, we will go there," promised Mas Umam. Not long after the notification that the plane was about to take off sounded. I can only pray that Sister Winda will be accepted by her side. I'm also sorry I couldn't fulfill his last wish.