Just a Servant
A Reason

"Alhamdulillah... Nurain... " Call ustadz, attract my attention that had been lost because of contemplating the words 'Nurul bint Fulan' earlier.

"Eh, yes ustadz... " My heart.

"Ananda come... " Word. I then moved closer. "Ananda Bagas, please leave the dowry to his wife." Ustadz orders again, this time to Mr. Bagas.

It appears that Miss Santi handed something to Mr. Darmawan, who then continued to be handed over to Mr. Bagas. A jewelry box. Mr. Bagas opened the box. It corresponds to what is spoken in the kabul ijab. There was a gold jewelry set there.

Mr. Bagas then took a ring. He grabbed my left hand. I gasped a little as our skin touched. Mr. Bagas pinned the ring on my sweet finger.

"Do you want me to put it all together now?" Ask. Instantly I shook my head. I don't want to suddenly be like a walking mas shop. Hearing my reply, Mr. Bagas then closed the box and handed it to me. I received and placed it in my lap (i did not bring a bag. I did not know also will be given items as valuable as this.) 🤭

"Please ananda Nurul kiss her husband's hand... " Instructions ustadz.

I looked up for a moment, looking at the face of Mr. Bagas who was sitting close to me. His face looks flat. I don't know what he's thinking right now. With my heart still timid, I ventured to extend my hand, with my palm facing upwards, asking him to return my hand.

I looked at my own palm that was slightly shaking, hoping for another hand to welcome it. It was only a few seconds of waiting, but it felt like hours, before I felt a warm hand holding my hand.

As soon as the hand held my hand, it felt like there was a small stream of electricity flowing through my body. My skin was bristling, and my heart that had originally been beating irregularly we were even beating faster.

I kissed the back of his hand. Then I felt another hand touch my cheek. With a gentle gesture, the hand made me look up, looking at the face of his master.

Deg. deg... Time stopped when our eyes met again. There was a silence I felt. The gaze of the master who was originally full of warning now looks shady. I was swept away in it. Following the intuition of habit, if our gaze met, then I would immediately bow down. But since master's hand held my chin to bow, then I could only close my eyes.

Cup...!

Something soft and warm touched my forehead.

Hey..huh...! Did you just kiss my forehead? Immediately I opened my eyes in shock. But of course the incident lasted only a matter of seconds.

All I saw was the face of the master moving away, as well as the cheers around me distracting me.

Ustadz congratulates us on this marriage. The others came one by one to us, and gave similar words and prayers.

"Alhamdulillah." said Ustadz then recited the closing prayer. He apologized for not being able to accompany and talk longer, because the istighotsah event that was supposed to start after the ashar prayer was about to start. I also heard the Ashar Adhan was heard from the mosque which was close to home.

"Well, the adhan has been heard.let's immediately pray the ashar... After praying, who would like to join the Istighotsah please join other pilgrims ... " She said.

After hearing the words of ustadz, people started to move away. I looked at Madam Supami, intending to wait and follow her, because in the midst of those many people, only Madam Supami could make me feel at ease. But when the madam was near me, she said...

"For this time, you'd better be with your husband. Just follow Istighotsah from here..." His order.

For a moment I looked at Madame Supami's face to make sure that what I heard just now was not a mistake. But I saw instead that Miss Supami nodded convincingly.

"Good mistress... " Say me while nodding.

Madam Supami smiled and patted me on the shoulder. Then he faced towards Bagas.

"Now she's your wife... " Said to Mr. Bagas. Mr. Bagas only nodded briefly at the message from his grandmother.

One by one the people in the room left us. Ms. Nyai had invited us to enjoy the dishes available in the room before leaving.

One second... two seconds.I don't know how long we have been silent to each other, until when Mr. Bagas suddenly sneezed, I was shocked by it.

I looked at Mr. Bagas's (spontaneous) face with a feeling of annoyance for making me surprised. But the one being stared at was instead staring back complete with his amused grin. Finally I could not get angry (how dare I angry with him) and so smiled amusedly considering the silliness just now.

"The task I gave you is done?" Ask Mr. Bagas finally started the conversation.

"Already sir... " Answer me.

"There's trouble? "

"No sir, it's just that there's a mismatched calculation... Perhaps the master should check to find out which aspects make that mismatch... " My heart. Mr. Bagas manggut understands...

A few minutes we talked about work, small talk flowed, until suddenly Mr. Bagas asked...

"Why do you want to marry me?"

I was pensive, thinking about what answer I should give. No way, I said, 'Because your parents shot me to marry you...' It could ruin his self-esteem if I said that...

I won't talk either... 'Because I love you... ' Ih, that's a big boong. Even if I like you, sir, not yet to the level of love kales...

I dare to look at his face.

"Because I think this is the best way for me... " I finally said. Sir Bagas's forehead was slightly wrinkled.

"Why do you think this is the best way...?"

"Yes, because the task of serving the master must be done by the person who is allowed to touch the master... I have no objection to my status as a servant of the lord.I just want the work I do for the master to be legal in the eyes of the law... About the matter you will really consider me the wife of the master or not, I do not matter... Provided that master does not persecute me, I already feel quite master... " I answered at length.

"And why do you want to do all that?" Mr. Bagas asked again.

"And if I don't do it. What do I get?" I asked back... Must she knows. If I refuse to marry, I will feel guilty every time I have to serve you. If I refuse to serve the master, I will disappoint my master (still fortunate not to be expelled) And if my master is disappointed, I will have to leave the house... Now question... If I go from there... Where am I going?

"Do you feel compelled...?"

"Don't call this a coercion, sir... Think of this as a devotion... " I said again...

"Does the master himself feel compelled...?" I dare to ask back. For a moment Mr. Bagas fell silent. His eyes looked far away from nowhere....

"As you say, think of this as a form of devotion... " Said later.

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