Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
26. Afrah (Pounding Heart)
The marriage was completed an hour ago. Currently, Mr. Fikri and I go somewhere to do an outdoor wedding themed photo session for the reception tomorrow night.
Wedding reception insya Allah will be done in one of the most luxurious hotels in Jakarta. He said Mr. Fikri's extended family would invite many guests and relatives of successful businessmen to attend our reception.
I was sitting nervously next to Mr. Fikri. Currently one of Mr. Fikri's private drivers is driving his car. There was no distance between us sitting next to each other.
Both my hands were really cold and I had been unfocused since. To ignore it all I chose to stare at the side window of the car in silence.
I also take care slowly so that my mind is not empty and dreamy. A few moments later, a grip on the back of my hand shocked me. I also looked to the side.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded clumsily. "I-iya Sir. I'm good."
Mr. Fikri just smiled at me. Masha Allah her smile.my heart beat even more. It's just the beginning. What if in the future?
"Since then you have been quiet. I don't think you're okay."
"I-"
The sound of Mr. Fikri's cell phone ringing was heard. I breathe a sigh of relief. The drying of the phone saved me from this awkward situation.
After a while, we arrived at a place. Pasir virgin beach hidden paradise Jakarta.
Mr. Fikri got out of his car and opened the car door for me. Mr. Fikri stretched out his hand, with a heart that was still pounding since then I also returned the hand.
"Be careful. Your dress dress can trip you up."
I just nodded. I got out of the car. Mr. Fikri clasped my hand tightly, while my other hand held the end of the dress I was wearing so as not to get dragged on the ground.
Masya Allah. I stared in amazement at the beautiful creation of God. I like all this. The blue sea and the atmosphere. I tried to restrain myself from maintaining ethics and politeness so as not to run like a child so happy.
"Say your mother likes the color of the rainbow. One of them is blue in front of our eyes. Do you like it?"
I'm nodding. "Alhamdulillah Sir. I like it."
We continued to step onto the beach sand. Three photographers finally came to us. They started working on their jobs by taking pictures of us.
The instructions given to me made me nervous. Maybe Mr. Fikri is used to camera glare and flash blitz. While me? Of course I'm groggy.
"Sorry sir, try Mr. Fikri and Mbak Afrah standing side by side and holding hands."
Me and Mr. Fikri just according. We also hold hands. While my left hand was holding a bouquet of flowers.
"Yes so sir. Okay, 1.2.3... "
The photographer took us. Two of them also take positions on our right and left with different auto-focus angles.
Enthusiastically Mr. Fikri saw the results and I looked at Mr. Fikri who smiled satisfied with the results. I wanted to see it, but I was embarrassed and ended up choosing to be quiet.
Time goes on, We have done all sorts of poses. Behind my veil, my cheeks have been blushing red due to my position and Mr. Fikri who was so close since.
"Okay, one more pose, sir. Now the position of Pak Fikri facing each other with Mbak Afrah then both hands are on the hip Mbak Afrah yes."
Mr. Fikri just complied. I nervously followed his instructions. Now, we're facing each other. I cursed at myself who was so stiff and tense. Both my hands are also hanging around Mr. Fikri's neck.
We looked at each other in silence. I don't know what Mr. Firki's thinking right now. I stared at his sea blue iris so clearly looking at me without blinking.
"The position Mr. Fikri kissed Mbak Afrah's forehead."
Mr. Fikri slowly brought his face closer just to kiss my forehead. Why I closed my eyes reflexively. It absorbed this atmosphere and its warmth.
Oh Allah. It feels like it's getting dislodged. Suddenly Mr. Fikri's hands hugged my hips tightly and I was pounding more and more because of it.
"Well good! Feel and feel!"
I am aware of all these situations. Mr. Firki walked away from me and saw the results. Mr. Fikri smiled with satisfaction and spoke to the photographer.
I can only smile behind my veil. Oh my God, I am happy. Thank you.
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We have arrived at one of the luxury hotels in the city of Jakarta after Pak Firki had previously stopped at the mosque to perform Zuhur congregational prayers.
Mr. Firki and I entered the hotel lobby holding hands. From a distance, I saw some of my family and many of Mr. Fikri's extended family who seemed to have just arrived with their suitcases.
"Alhamdulillah... You guys finally came. How's Fik's praweding photo?"
Mother Ayu welcomed our arrival. Mother Ayu hugged Pak Fikri for a moment and then switched to hug me too.
"Alhamdulillah smoothly Bun."
"Oh my God, big baby.. Mother wait for her little baby later ya."
Mother is seen blinking one of her eyes to Mr. Fikri. Mr. Fikri was about to protest but Mommy laughed instead.
"Here go to the room first. You guys need a break. Afrah.." Mother's gaze now turned towards me
"Yes Bun?"
"Tonight, we're having dinner with us on the 3rd floor. Mother's family from America said she wants to know you closer."
I'm nodding. "God willing to take a bun."
"We went back to the room first Bun. Asalamualaikum." said Mr. Fikri again.
"Wa'alaikumussalam."
"Hand wife tuh, in a tight grip huh. Ntar you're missing a big baby."
"Yetoooo."
And the voice of Mother laughing was heard. In my heart I feel ticklish. Why is Mr Fikri always called a big baby?
We finally entered an iron box. Mr. Fikri pressed the number of buttons that made me not understand.
Suddenly this iron box slowly went up to the top floor to surprise me until I quickly hugged Mr. Fikri's arm.
Mr. Fikri seemed to flinch and his gaze shifted to his arm that I was holding.
I feel ashamed. Again, I showed my stupidity that was clumsy like the person who first entered this iron box.
I'm throats. I slowly let go. But in fact Mr. Fikri even held back my intentions. Unexpectedly Mr. Fikri even hooked our fingers until we finally gripped each other tightly.
"I forgot while at the restaurant you always climb the emergency stairs instead of riding the elevator."
"I'm sorry sir."
Elevator door opens. I don't know what floor it is on. I stared to the side showing the large windows engraved luxuriously with high-rise buildings of skyscrapers lined up.
We walked down the red carpet corridor in search of our room.
"There's no need to apologize Afrah. From now on, you have to get used to the things of technological sophistication."
"God willing Sir. Thank you." Thank you."
"Don't be afraid of Afrah. There's me, for you."
There was nothing more I said but clasping tightly in Mr. Fikri's hand until we finally arrived at the door of the room.
Just staring at the door of this hotel room. In a moment, all the bodies that I had previously covered for a long time, will now be fully entitled to be seen by Mr. Fikri.
And that thing, it makes me more agitated in the cold heat. O Allah, servant deg-degan.
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