Between Maghrib and Isya
Akad
Tomorrow.
Yes, tomorrow is the awaited day. God willing it will be a happy day for me and the whole family.
I have received A'a Fachri from 3 months ago. God willing he will be the best choice for me that God sent.
I accept him not because of his good looks, but because of his character and the steadfastness of heart that God gives. I admit he does have good looks that Masya Allah is good at when he sees it. His skin is white not because of skincare but because of the ablution and diligent reading of the Qur'an, his beautiful voice, always keeping his eyes, and most importantly his obedience to the Creator.
Don't praise him. Ntar he baper in praise hahaha...
My whole family has gathered at home. Yes, although his house actually does not fit. But what is called togetherness is beautiful. The narrow house will feel very spacious hahaha.
Preparation for tomorrow's event is almost done. Clothes, decor, live food that is still in preparation.
I am sad because not all my friends are together. Only Dita. Achille, yes I still hold a guilt to him. And what makes me most sad is the figure of a father who does not accompany me on this happy day.
Do you know the habits of the bride the night before the event? Especially if you don't decorate your hands with henna. You know that it is a characteristic in every wedding. Not only the bride who did it, even the whole family who participated in the event. That's a fun thing....
Tonight I started to dig. Keep thinking about tomorrow. Hope it goes well tomorrow.
I always prayed for a long life. So that it is my father who shakes hands with my future priest when saying the qobul ijab. But God wants something else.
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Morning has arrived. In a few hours I belong to someone else. So fast time passed.
This morning I finished my morning prayers directly in the make up in the same perias bride. The show starts at 9 a.m.
"Naraa.gilak lo ya already want to marry. I live with Lily ni", said Dita girang.
"You guys just brag about it. Again on your soul mate's path", reply me.
"Lo has to look beautiful today. Let A'a Fachri not blink look at you hahaha"
"Hemm, don't bother me. Not ready for my make up"
"Eh you don't want to?" asked Dita.
"Yes deg deg deg an lah. That's your question", I replied.
"Judah I want to go out first. Help me get it done outside. Daaahhh bride", plucked Dita while leaving me.
"Basic lo ya Dit".
O Allah the longer the deg deg deg an ya...
After a long time, my make up was finally done. Just put on her clothes. Then sit sweet.
"Nara's... I've come the groom's bride", said Dita who entered my room.
"Eitss can't. Wait later when finished ijab qobul lo new can meet him".
"Hemm is ok. Lo temenin I'm here yes. Let it fit out you who nganter me", ask me.
"Ok, ready boss"
The show is ready to start. I am still loyal in the room accompanied by Dita and cousin sister.
Outside the show has already begun. That's how it should be. I have read that in fact the bride and groom should not be juxtaposed first until the end of the qobul ijab later. But I don't know if that's true or not. I think it's better. Let it be a surprise for the bridegroom, and let not salfok when saying the ijab Qabul hahaha.
"Nara dear.".", Saut my mama entered the room.
"Yes ma", reply me.
"Waahh very pretty mama's boy. I want to belong to someone else. Hmmmm..."
"Mama... Nara won't forget mom. Mama, don't be sad. Nara remains a spoiled child to mama"
"Darling.", said my mother while hugging me.
When I have to follow my husband, I will be separated from my mother. I'm sadhh....
"Don't cry anymore. Ntar make up fade", ledek mama.
"We're listening from here, baby" continued Mama.
"Yes ma".
"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim I accepted Naraya Zeina's marriage.", A'a Fachri's voice was very clearly heard from inside the room. I can't say it, it feels like it's deg an, moved, happy. Behold it.... Until I finished immediately like relieved and said Alhamdulillah plus moved, my tears immediately dripped. I don't think I belong to anyone else now.
The time between Maghrib and Isya I became real. No need to wait for that time as before in the pesantren to listen to the chants of the holy verse from him, from now on I can enjoy the sound of it at any time. I can create time between the Maghreb and Isya in every second.
After wiping away my tears. Dita and mom took me out of my room to take me to my new husband. Eaakk new husband bah hahah....
The smile I kept showing while walking and the teardrops seemed to still flow. In front of my husband. I kissed the back of his hand. Do you know what cake tastes like? I'm the same he's never touched. Oh, God, that feels... You'll be fussing about it later hehehe. Kissing the hands of someone who has never touched before. He immediately kissed my forehead and said a prayer that was recommended by the Prophet.
A beautiful, happy, moved and sad day for today.
The show continues until it is finished. Until the afternoon.
In another location there is Dita who is taking food. And he saw someone who seemed like he knew that person.
Who is that guy?
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