Believe me, I'm Still Sacred

Chapters 2. Wedding ceremony

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Everyone present at the wedding looked at the woman who was walking into the house. Approaching the guests present, she also approached Raihan and Zahwa with a brown envelope in her hand.

The woman was wearing a red hijab, with a black dress. His face looks angry. His attitude is sharp to Zahwa.

"Stop this marriage!" Shouted the young lady once more and made everyone present at the sacred event shocked. He opposed Raihan and Zahwa's marriage. "Sister, you can't marry this woman?!"

"Relief! Why you?!" Raihan asked as he moved from his seat, he glared at the sister who was against her marriage.

"Related?" ustadz Iqbal approached his daughter.

"Salima, you-" Zahwa came up from his seat and looked at Salimah in confusion.

"Sister! You can't marry this woman, she's a dirty woman!" Salimah opened the brown envelope and threw it in Zahwa's face.

The photos inside were scattered and the invited guests who were present saw the photo. They were surprised to see the pictures. A picture of Zahwa without a hijab sleeping next to an unknown man.

"What the fuck?"

"So the bride-to-be is like this? Astagfirullahaladzim." said a guest gave a scathing comment after seeing photos of Zahwa.

"Astagfirullahaladzim...he opened his aura with a man in the room?!" comments from one of the guests of the groom.

"Ustadz Iqbal, is it true that Zahwa is this kind of woman?" ask neighbor Iqbal who is a religious leader as well.

"Astagfirullahaladzim, this is a disgrace!" said an old man who was Raihan's grandfather, Ustadz Arifin.

Everyone's faces were dumbfounded and started talking behind Zahwa. The girl looked shocked, especially Raihan.

"Zahwa.what is this..." Amayra approached her daughter and took one of the photos scattered there. "Zahwa.. This isn't you, son?" ask him again.

"That's not me, Ma. That's not me..." Zahwa shook his head, his eyes began to dew.

Rey and Zayn walked closer towards Zahwa, they looked at the photos and they were stunned in disbelief.

"Sir, just continue with the wedding!" Said Raihan to the ruler who was there.

"No! There's no Raihan's wedding, this marriage is off!" Iqbal shouted firmly.

Salimah smiled with satisfaction after hearing the words of her brother who decided to cancel the marriage of Raihan and Zahwa.

Feel you, Zahwa.

"Pig! The photo is not true, it's not Zahwa.I believe Zahwa." Raihan glanced at the bride who was about to cry. He said he believed in Zahwa.

"Yes..."

Raihan believes in me, that's the most important thing.

Iqbal approached Raihan, pulled his hand, and whispered to Raihan. "Well it be Zahwa or not, Zahwa's reputation is ruined.. Abi don't want to, you're married to a woman whose reputation has been ruined!"

Raihan was wide open to hear the words of his ashes. Yes, it is in the Raihan family that is very thick with religious knowledge. Reputation is very important and they are a bit of a disgrace in their family. Moreover, Raihan, the man is the only hope to continue Ar Rasyid pesantren. Can't go to any record in his life.

"Pig!" Raihan stared intently at his ashes.

"Raihan, Iqbal, we're back!" ustadz Arifin asked his son and grandson to come home from there. The old man's face looked angry.

Iqbal pulled Raihan's hand and forced him to leave, the groom's entourage also started to leave from there. Zahwa and his family were sad to see the groom taken away from there.

"Wait on! All these photos are not true, there must be an explanation for all of this. Please, do not make a sudden decision just by looking at a piece of photo!" Finally Bram spoke up, he played Zahwa's father there. Because Zahwa's real father, Satria, was gone two years ago.

Iqbal's words made Zahwa and his family hurt, Amayra even to the point of crying. Moreover, when are those who are so cynical to Zahwa and his family. They judge Zahwa from a photograph, they immediately think badly of Zahwa. Without listening to his explanation.

"Ustadz Iqbal, this photo is not me. It's really not me" Zahwa said trying to convince Iqbal.

Rey, who had been quiet, finally spoke up."True iftad Iqbal, this is not Zahwa.This photo is definitely only edits."

But Iqbal would not listen, he kept his son's hand and took Raihan away from there. Raihan looked at Zahwa unwillingly, the intention of Raihan wanting to be there. But he can't fight his parents.

"Come brother! We have to leave this dirty woman's house" said Salima who also pulled Raihan's hand.

"Hey! Watch that talk! You can't talk like that about my sister!" Zayn pointed his finger at Salima's face with emotion.

"Your sister's a dirty woman, all right? Look at the picture!"

"Salima, stop! Let's go! Ckckck... is really embarrassing," Arifin pecked annoyed.

Zahwa is disappointed, why they all believe in a piece of photography that is not necessarily true. And in the end all the retinue of the groom and also the groom left the bride's house.

The situation in the Calabrian family home, looked gloomy, hot and sad. Coupled with the embarrassment of a photo of Zahwa without a hijab with a man in the room. What a disgrace, even though the photo is not yet clear the truth.

Zahwa, who was outside the house, fell down with tears drenching her cheeks. The crown worn over his white hijab fell to the floor. He looked at the pictures sadly.

"It's not me.not.hiks..."

"Zahwa!" Rey holding her sister's hands together, she helps Zahwa stand up.

"Sister, it's not me. It's not me brother..."

Rey nodded, looking at her cousin's sister. "Yes, I believe. Let's go inside!" Reye Rey gently.

Rey brings Zahwa into the house, the girl looks shabby and pale. Yeah, who wouldn't have been shocked by what happened just a moment ago.

Like a godam that hit his chest, he could not believe that the day that would be his happy day in a lifetime ended up being the day that made him the most sad, most painful.

Arriving inside the house, all the families gather and sit on the sofa. With the same face, surprised, confused and sad. Only the faces of two people looked angry. Zayn and Bram, they're angry that Raihan and his family just broke up the marriage.

"Zahwa! Sit, you!" tell Bram with a snarl.

"Bram, don't be so loud!" said an old woman, patting Bram on the shoulder.

The bride-dressed girl sat on the sofa, right next to Diana and Amayra. "Zahwa, I want to ask you! This photo, isn't it you?" Bram put a piece of Zahwa's non-hijab photo on the table.

"Not om..it's not Zahwa.." replied the girl with a quivering and grimacing voice.

Diana held Zahwa's hand, strengthening him.

"Yes, I also believe in you. Not just om, Oma, Aunt, mama, sister your sisters.we believe in you." Bram said while sighing.

Zahwa breathed a sigh of relief."Thank God, then, om can help explain to Raihan and his family.if this is not true." Zahwa still hopes that his marriage and Raihan will happen again.

"What's? Explain it to them? No need, what!" Bram raised an eyebrow up, he looked unhappy with Zahwa's words.

"Yes, um. Please help me explain in Rai's time and-"

"No need!"

Zahwa gasped in shock at his emphatic remark.

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