Believe me, I'm Still Sacred

Chapters 1. Forget Zahwa

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A beautiful girl, in white hijab, wearing a white dress, was sitting in front of the dressing table looking in the mirror. The beautiful girl smiled sweetly and her face implied happiness. Really, the girl looked very radiant with a thin decoration on her face. When he smiled widely, there were two dimples on his cheeks that added to the beauty of himself as a woman.

The reason that made him happy today was because today, was the day he had been waiting for. He is going to have a marriage with a man he has loved for a long time.

"Zahwa's...Rayhan's coming, you know!"

There was a sky-blue hijab woman with a white robe, walking up to her. "Really, Ma? Is Rayhan coming?" Zahwa's eyes glistened at the mother.

"Yes, you're ready, right?" Amayra asked as she held her daughter's shoulders.

"God willing, Zahwa is ready, Ma." Zahwa smiled, she had already established her heart to marry Rayhan. A man whose age was only two years different from her. The man had just graduated from a leading university in Egypt. After graduating from there, Rayhan immediately asked his parents to apply for Zahwa and his application was accepted.

Yes, it was also because they already had a wedding vow before. In addition to having a wedding, the two of them also love each other.

"Son, you must remember yes.the duty of a wife to her husband. Remember that you will be the wife of an ustadz, I hope you always try to be better, Zahwa."

I don't know how many times Amayra kept reminding her daughter of the obligation of being a wife. Moreover, Zahwa will be the wife of a religious leader's son, the future ustadz, who will take care of pesantren in the future. The reason Amayra was worried was because of the attitude of this little girl who was a little tomboy.

"God willing, Zahwa will be a good wife to Zahwa's husband. Mama did not have to worry about it," Zahwa held his mother's hand, while calming Amayra's heart.

"Alright, mama believes in you.haahh.." Amayra sighed. "Yes, let's go downstairs. Guests are waiting" he said to Zahwa.

The bride-to-be nodded her head, then she moved from her seat. When Amayra and Zahwa were about to walk towards the door, their steps came to a halt and their attention was stolen when they saw a man in a neat, tall suit, a handsome, white face was standing at the door.

"Rey? Have you returned from Singapore? You said you'd be back tomorrow?" Welcome Amayra with a warm smile to the man called Rey.

Zahwa turned his face when he saw Rey. Her hand gripped tightly onto her white dress.

"I didn't come to my sister's wedding, Auntie." Rey glanced at Zahwa who had not wanted to see him. Rey did not blink her eyes when she saw the bride-to-be.

"Alhamdulillah if you attend, Auntie very happy." Amayra smiled, she was happy that Rey had returned from Singapore, her business matters.

"Yes Aunty, Rey couldn't have missed Zahwa and Rayhan's wedding. So, on this happy day, I have to come pray for them, give their blessing so that their marriage is the same." Rey turned towards Zahwa, a bitter smile on her face.

You're beautiful Zahwa, but unfortunately you'll be someone's wife.

"Tante, can't Rey talk to Zahwa?"

"Okay, don't be long." Amayra gives Rey permission to talk to Zahwa. Because, Amayra knows that Rey and Zahwa are very close. As sister brother.

Amayra walked out of the room, she went down the stairs leading downstairs. Meanwhile Zahwa is still frozen, turning her face away from Rey.

"Hey.my Nemo!" Rey calls Zahwa my name Nemo. That's because Zahwa really likes ornamental fish in the series finding Nemo.

Zahwa was still with her pouting face, she was silent without a word. "Zahwa, are you still angry? I've come, why are you still pouting?"

"Say you're not coming, but you're coming?" The pretty girl's lips were pursed.

"So, you're not happy I came?" Rey looked at Zahwa, for some reason there was a wound implied in his eyes.

"I. seneng. I didn't even think she could come" Zahwa was sad if she didn't come to her wedding.

"Yes, don't pout anymore. You want to get married, you have to smile on this happy day." Rey's hand stroked Zahwa's cheek gently.

The girl nodded her head, seeing her eyes begin to dew. "Don't cry Zahwa, you'll wear your makeup off. You must look beautiful in front of your husband tonight." Rey forbade her sister to cry on her happy day. It would be a pity if the beautiful girl were to cry.

"Hehehe, yes brother.." as strongly as possible, Zahwa held back her tears from coming out.

"Mas Rayhan, would never do that Brother. I believed him" he said, trusting the man named Rayhan.

"Yes, I trust him a lot too." Rey stroked Zahwa again, with a wry smile on her lips.

Suddenly a hand held Rey's hand and removed her from Zahwa's head. "Zahwa, it's time, hurry up, brother Rayhan is waiting for you" said the tall and handsome man. His attitude was on Rey.

"Yes, brother Zayn, let's go down together." Take Zahwa to his two brothers.

"No, you go first. Brother, take something first." Zayn said to his twin brother.

Zahwa nodded her head then she walked down the stairs, helped by a teenage girl. She was Selina, her cousin who had just stepped on 2nd grade Junior High. Unlike Zahwa who was hijab-wearing, Selina did not wear her hijab.

"Come on Zayn, we should also-"

"Sister, let's talk for a while" said Zayn while holding Rey's hand, his attention was so sharp on his cousin's brother.

"Yes, what do you want to say?" Rey asked, looking at Zayn's serious look.

"Sister, please don't take Zahwa again! Zahwa's getting married to Rayhan's sister." Zayn said firmly.

"She's my sister, Zayn..Why can't I get close to her?" Rey didn't understand what Zayn was saying.

Zayn smiled sarcastically. "Sister? Is it true that you think of Zahwa like that? Brother himself knows the answer, who is Zahwa in the heart and in the life of brother! I hope you soon forget the feelings for Zahwa."

Rey lowered her head, it felt like Zain's words were stripping her naked. The two sharp eyes looked at each other. It was as hard as Rey's heart, not enough to be there. He also had to get a very clear opposition from Zayn.

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All the guests were present on the lower floor of the house. All eyes looked towards Zahwa, especially a man dressed in white and wearing a white peci as well. Handsome man, with skin that is often called sweet black. Muhammad Rayhan Abizar, son of Muhammad Iqbal Ansharullah. A religious leader, the owner of the Ar-Rashid pesantren.

Most of those present were religious leaders and some of Zahwa's friends, as well as relatives of his family. There was no fancy reception party, as Zahwa and Rayhan agreed to hold it simply. What matters is legitimate!

By Allah, Zahwa is beautiful.

The man did not blink when he saw the beauty of his bride-to-be. Zahwa was led by his mother and her aunt, Diana.

Now they both sit together. Both of them look blushed embarrassed, with their hearts pounding they will face the wedding.

"Well, is everything ready? Can it start?" Ask a gentleman who is ready to marry the two of them.

Zahwa and Rayhan nodded confidently. Without them noticing, Rey saw that from a distance. He did not dare to approach Zahwa. The wound in his eyes.

May you be happy Zahwa. Rey held onto her chest that felt tight.

The ruler held Rayhan's hand, then began to say kabul ijab.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim.I marry Muhammad's brother Ray-"

"Wait on!! Stop this marriage!" Shouted a woman standing in the doorway of the house.

Suddenly, everyone looked at him and the kabul stopped because of his voice.

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