Cashback System From The Heart

The house was no longer quiet.

From the moment the sun rose over Kyoto, it seemed like the calm that once surrounded Phuby and Hana had been replaced by an orchestrated chaos of laughter, instructions, clattering dishes, and a half-dozen simultaneous phone calls. It was the start of their pre-wedding week, and the entire household buzzed with anticipation.

In the living room, large delivery boxes lay stacked near the doorway—traditional gifts from the Indonesian side, including songket cloth, batik sets, and a few jars of premium honey-roasted cashews. Hana's mother, Aiko-san, had even agreed to some Indonesian customs for the sake of unity—after all, this was not just a wedding. It was the joining of cultures, families, and lives.

Mrs. Wulan stood in the middle of the room, directing the incoming staff with precision. She had never imagined overseeing a half-Japanese, half-Indonesian wedding ceremony in Japan, but here she was, managing wedding logistics like a pro.

"Hana, dear, have you ironed your furisode for the welcome ceremony?" Aiko called from upstairs.

"Yes, Mom!" Hana replied, tying up her hair in a simple bun as she stepped out of the bedroom. "I'm just helping Om Luky with the Indonesian souvenir boxes."

Om Luky peeked around the corner with a sheepish smile, a roll of batik-patterned wrapping paper in one hand and clear tape in the other. "They make wrapping gifts sound easy in tutorials," he muttered.

Downstairs, Phuby sat cross-legged with a box of invitation scrolls written in both Japanese and Bahasa Indonesia, designed by a Kyoto artisan. Each scroll was tied with a thin ribbon of gold and red—a symbolic blend of their two nations. Hana's calligraphy was on one end, his on the other. Sentiment and symbolism—Hana loved that stuff.

"Bang," Om Luky said, passing him a wrapped box. "This one's going to Aiko's old high school friend. She'll be coming with two daughters."

"Got it."

Phuby opened his banking app briefly and reviewed the total cost of the scrolls, custom prints, and courier delivery services.

Rp 25,000,000 spent[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]Eligible purchase detected. Cashback doubled.Cashback: Rp 50,000,000New Balance: Rp 9,385,000,000

He gave a small smirk. "Still the best wedding planner ever," he murmured to himself.

Meanwhile, Hana and Aiko were deep in their own planning. The welcome event was to be held at a small garden courtyard of a traditional ryokan. Phuby and Hana had chosen it together for its warm atmosphere and serene natural beauty. There would be no hotel ballroom or over-the-top fireworks. Just paper lanterns, good food, close family, and meaningful vows.

"Hana-chan, remember to practice your ojigi, your formal bow," Aiko reminded gently. "Some of my cousins are quite traditional."

"I will, I will," Hana replied, then looked over at Phuby from the hallway. "I think he's the one who needs to practice. Right, Phub?"

Phuby blinked, holding a bowl of roasted almonds to his mouth. "Me? I've been bowing all day."

"Just not low enough," Mrs. Wulan teased, walking past him with an armful of envelopes.

Later that afternoon, the families gathered for a pre-wedding meal—something small and personal. Hana wore a soft pink kimono with floral accents. Phuby, more comfortable in his simple modern batik shirt, sat beside her, stealing glances at her as she laughed with her best friends, who had flown in from Osaka and Tokyo earlier that day.

"I can't believe you're getting married," said Ayaka, one of Hana's closest friends. "You were the girl who said no man would survive my sass."

"I stand by that," Hana replied with a grin. "He's still alive, but barely."

The girls burst into laughter, while Phuby raised an eyebrow. "Should I be concerned?"

"Very," Hana whispered with a wink.

The evening was capped off with the "Sambutan Keluarga"—a small welcome speech from both families. Mr. Yamamoto, though soft-spoken, gave a beautiful message about unity and respect. Om Luky, being his usual humorous self, cracked a few light jokes in broken Japanese, bringing the room to laughter. Then Mrs. Wulan, with tears in her eyes, spoke from the heart.

"May this marriage not only be the bond of two people," she said, "but a bridge between families, cultures, and faith."

There wasn't a dry eye in the room.

After dinner, as guests slowly made their way home, Hana and Phuby found themselves alone at the back porch of the house, sipping tea under soft lantern light.

"You okay?" Hana asked, noticing how quiet Phuby had become.

"Yeah," he said, nodding. "Just… amazed."

"At what?"

"At everything. You. This. Us. All of it."

She looked down at her hands, then up at the stars. "We still have the Akad Nikah and the reception next, right?"

"Yup. And one more surprise," he added with a mischievous grin.

"What is it?"

"You'll see."

Hana raised an eyebrow. "Should I be excited or nervous?"

"Both."

As they sat together in silence, the wind carrying the faint scent of blooming plum blossoms, neither of them said anything more. The wedding had not even officially begun, but their hearts were already full.