" Yes I Can...."
Marriage and Reception
Shirt fittings. The designers who came to our work. Money that speaks. The problem of wedding dress until the reception Widi asked to rent only the reason after getting married her clothes can not be used anymore. Mubazirs.
Proud to have made her my wife. Wife who does not always demand shopping and to the salon. I can't wait for the wedding day. On the night of the application determine that the marriage contract is 2 weeks away. Marriage and reception issues are all under the responsibility of Mamih. The wedding is held in the morning and then the reception until the evening. The mahar is also a mamih affair. 2 Weeks busy with hotel and WO. Ahead of 2 weeks Widi busy with treatment. After getting married, the beauty clinic was handed over to her assistant.
2 weeks later.
Fitrah is done with a shirt and make up thin. His heart did not stop beating.
Nervous with memorization of the contract. The feeling is mixed. After dawn prayers Fitrah and her family were already at the hotel. Widi and her family arrived at the hotel and checked in at night. So that the two Widi parents are not confused and awkward at the Widi hotel ask her assistant to accompany Widi's mamak. Fitrah was sitting at the table. Already present KUA officers and witnesses.
The marriage went well. KUA officers asked the bride to sit next to Fitrah's chair because there was a signature on the marriage book. One of Widi's cousins called the bride. Widi exits the hotel room with her cousin
When Widi came out of the room Fitrah looked at him with admiration no one turned her head in the other direction at all. He admired his wife so much. Widi just looked down embarrassed.
There was someone who looked at the couple with a sad face. He is Farhan. He did not lie there was one place in his heart that was so sliced to see the couple smiling and laughing. After calming his heart, he left the place.
The reception ends at 10 p.m. Widi felt her body was very tired. Shake hands with guests and sit quietly. Fitrah looked back at her while whispering "You are beautiful my wife." and "I Love U". Oh my shame, inner Widi. They walked to their room. Fitrah grabbed his wife's hand and took her.
After scanning with the key card the room door opens.
Widi walks in and then takes off her heel. Massaging his ankle. Fitrah who saw and approached at the reach of his wife's legs put on her thighs began massaging. Widi was initially confused and embarrassed but she did not deny her ankle felt better. Widi let her husband massage her ankles. After massaging. At the taste of Fitrah his face was no longer in pain. He sat next to Widi.
" Widi now you're my wife. Accept me to be your husband, my prayers are still hollow will teach me that our household is worth more..? he looked at Widi's face. Widi looked at Fitrah then smiled and nodded. Fitrah slowly flipped his wife's body to face him and then enjoyed his wife's thin lips for the first time since they became husband and wife.
