Destiny Love Rianti

22. Wedding Day

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The day of waiting arrived. The day that I will be the wife of a man who has both felt the same disappointment that I experienced two years ago. Both were hurt and dumped. Funny that the couple who hurt me and Hafizh mas has now become a couple who may have been happy.

Destiny is playing us. What can be done, like a puppet game, we only act as a puppet that is ready to be treated any way with any conditions by the owner of the scenario.

But believe me, this marriage is not a place for revenge. Sakinah Mawadah Warahma, that's the purpose of this ever equally broken careful unification.

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A crowd started to build up in my house. Then let people make peace in this house, they are busy with their respective activities. There are those who prepare various kinds of catering dishes that are now neatly arranged on the table, and some are busy fixing some of the decoration order is a little messy. Then the others were neighbors who were guests in accompanying my journey to the place of binding sacred promises later.

While in the room, I was already wearing a wedding dress that I specifically designed loosely if attached to the body. Long dangling but not to sweep the floor.

The combination of silk and brucet cloth that makes my appearance look elegant and elegant. Many times I looked at my own body, the widow with the five children but there were still some who were interested in my wife.

The decision to remarry is the best decision for me, if considering the figure of a widow to be a frightening specter for some of the married neighbors in my neighborhood, including Miss Mila who is most introspective for such things.

Fear their husbands will be tempted and turn away from them. Even this decision also saved me from the vile slanders of the mouths of gossip mongers who have no job but to take care of the lives of others.

Luckily there is still someone who wants to accept me even though he is a widow, especially added with his luggage, which is five children. This is not wrong in my opinion, because every man has their own judgment limits for his future life partner.

And of course the most willing to accept a widow is the same man who is a widower. Although the reality is that there are also many virgins who prefer to marry widows rather than virgin girls. No matter what their reasons are, once again men have certain judgments for their life partners.

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The makeup brushes landed perfectly on my face. Scribbles after graffiti are inevitable. With the deft hand of mbak Nisa, a bride fairie who is quite famous in this neighborhood doing the action on my face.

I just resigned with a stiff face and could not just look the other way, just focus on looking at the face of mbak Nisa who was right in front of my face.

"Congratulations Rianti on her marriage" said mbak Nisa on the sidelines of her busy life.

"Alhamdulillah, thank you Ma'am," I replied in a slightly held voice, so as not to mess up the work of mbak Nisa.

She smiled and went back to painting my face with some makeup combat tools that she had prepared beside her.

Tok.

The knock on the door in my room stopped Nisa's activities. Makes me able to slightly raise my head straight to just relieve the pain in the nape of the neck.

"Who?" I asked to know who was behind my door.

"This is neng, there's a friend of yours who wants to meet," replied the voice outside the door, which I know is mbok Darmi.

"Just go in Mbok, not locked as well," I replied by starting to take a position to lean the head on the back of the chair and lift the face facing up right looking with mbak Nisa.

Czechoslovak...

The door handle sounded in the squeeze, slowly the door opened and revealed the figure of a guest who wanted to meet. I looked with my tail, because now my head could no longer be moved, because Nisa had started again making painting on my face.

"Susan, come on in" I said.

Susan walked slowly towards the spot where I was polishing. He then pulled the small stool that I used to sit on when I was about to apply makeup in front of the mirror, to sit a little closer to me.

"Ri, how strong you are Ri, snatch my doctor Hafizh. I'm hurt." Joked Susan with her special laugh.

"Sorry San, how else dong, the doctor is more choosy me anyway," I said with a stifled laugh.

"Let's just be happy I'm happy." He threw a joke back, making Nisa laugh at his behavior.

Susan still kept comforting me and Nisa with some of her jokes. Sometimes she praised my beauty and then praised Nisa as her artist.

"It's done" said Mbak Nisa while stopping her activity, although she slightly touched the part of my face to improve if there is less perfect according to her eyesight.

I straightened my head parallel to the mirror in front of me. Very perfect result of painting mbak Nisa. Now stay put hijab so that perfection increases.

"San, please get me my hijab." I asked for a little help. Because the hijab is not far from it is now.

"Okeh." Susan cheerfully took it for me.

After that she gave the ivory white pashmina hijab to Nisa's mother, to be placed on top of my head.

Sister Nisa deftly put that scarf on my head. Some elegant brooch decoration she installed to add beauty hijab makeup that has now wrapped perfectly cover my hair.

Perfect already, I'm ready. Just wait for the secret code from the Darmi mbok to get out and go to the place of kabul ijab.

"San, when are you coming?" With an ignorant smile I threw the word at Susan.

"Waiting for my boyfriend to propose to Ri. There's no way I'm the first to apply, right," he replied returning my ignorant smile.

"What do you have a boyfriend for? How come you never told me?"

Susan and I were too close to know about each other's personal matters. Even about why I was a widow, she knew, because I told her everything. Susan also plainly told me about her personal life. He often confided in me when I was in serious trouble. But for this one I was a little surprised, because he had never once spoken to me.

"I just became Ri" she replied shyly and whispered a little.

"Since when?"

"Cock new story now San?"

"Etdaaah, how do I want to tell a story, if Eneng is busy preparing for the wedding," Susan chanted managed to make me laugh.

"Ups sorry."

We laughed together too. Furthermore, our conversation is still ongoing about the relationship between Susan and her new boyfriend.

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Right now I'm being led by Darmi to the car. Aweful gazes and various compliments rained on my journey into the car. Next to me the children look stunning with clothes that we specifically design the same for the family. Including mbok Darmi and mbak Ani and Susan are also who I consider brother, wearing the same clothes with children.

Guests also look compact wearing ivory white clothes with a variety of models that they are interested in. I deliberately wrote the dress code on my wedding invitation, because I think white is a symbol of purity. And I want this marriage to be the beginning of the sanctity of love between me and Hafizh, always spotless until death do us part.

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The car stopped right in front of the main door of the Great Mosque, the guests who accompanied me had gone down first to wait for me right in front of the entrance. The children were also neatly organized next to the car I was currently riding.

Susan opened the door for me. I slowly got down the car, holding onto Susan's hand which she had stuck out to me. The nervousness instantly burst. Although this is no longer the first for me, but this nervousness I can not resist, because it comes by itself.

I slowly walked towards the place of prayer for women to wait for the Kabul ijab to take place, tightly grasping the flower bucket that was given by Nisa as a decoration of my hand. Nervousness still lingered, but soon I covered it with a big smile for the guests who welcomed me.

Passing some male guests who had sat near the place where Mas Hafizh said his sacred promise. There was also my best friend Dafa with a sweet smile that he threw at me. Then I looked away, not far from Dafa a man in a white suit was sitting down, reluctant to look directly at me. Only with his eyes he followed my steps. He is Hafizh the future priest who will stand in front of me when I want to perform the obligatory prayer. Beside the Hafizh mas there are Brenda and Kirana who hasten their return in order to witness our marriage.

I sat right next to Mbok Darmi and mbak Ani. Both warm hands I held, mbok Darmi stroked the base of my hand while mbak Ani returned my hand while holding Zee and Qilla beside him held by his son.

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"I received the marriage and marriage of Rianti Nandita with a dowry a set of prayer tools paid in cash," said Mas Hafizh loud who made the entire mosque participate in giving thanks.

Tears instantly dripped from both of my netraku. The feeling of happiness enveloped my feelings. The sacred promise was also said. In silence I pray fervently that God makes this marriage the last for me and also hope that this relationship will continue to be connected to His Jannah. Aamij!

The prayer of Alfatihah is chanted shahdu by the ruler. Being kept quiet by all the guests who felt his martyrdom. Some even shed tears because they were happy. Including mbak Ani and mbok Darmi as people who follow the path of my life that is very painful if remembered.

"Congratulations Neng, may you be happy" said mbok Darmi as he hugged me tightly.

"Thank you Mbok, for always filling my day with happiness, being a solace in my hardest times." I clenched my arms at him with tears of happiness that I could no longer contain.

He then took off his embrace. And wipe my tears with a dry tissue not far from his seat. Kissing my old forehead and stroking my cheeks.

Mbok Darmi is like a mother to me. His attention always filled my day when I was living in Brenda's old home. Remembering the wedding of Galih, she was the first place I shed tears, and she gently hugged me while giving me strength.

He sat down next to me. Gently grasped my hand which he would hand over to Mas Hafizh.

Pak Penghulu began to stand followed by Mas Hafizh and some of his close relatives. Walk slowly towards me. I also stood aided by mbok Darmi, to welcome the arrival of my priest who looked happily at me.

"Please deck Hafizh, put the ring on deck Rianti," said pak penghulu.

Brenda gave the wedding ring to Mas Hafizh. A moment later Mas Hafizh grabbed my hand and put the ring on my ring finger. This was the first time I came into conscious contact with Mas Hafizh. Previously, but it was forced because Hafizh had to help me who at that time fell unconscious.

"Now kiss your husband's hand on Rianti's deck." Mr. Penghulu gave us another warning. Although we already know about it, but we still respect pak penghulu as the leader of kabul ijab today.

I kissed the reverent hand of the man who is now my husband. The other hand fondled my head a sign that he gave me pleasure. Then Hafizh kissed my forehead warmly, I knew he was chanting the prayer that the Prophet taught while kissing his wife's forehead.

A moment later we looked at each other and smiled together.

"Udah look at each other, will be continued for a while at night," said Brenda and shifted the position of Hafizh mas who managed to make Hafizh mas review smile.

"Good congratulations to you both, I'm so happy." He hugged me and then kissed me on my forehead, the usual thing he always did to me.

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The invited guests had already passed home to each of them. The rest of us family who are currently sitting gathered in the family room. Discussing plans tonight to stay at the hotel as a gift for my wedding and Hafizh's.

I am currently sitting next to Brenda and Hafizh is busy holding Syamil and Syafiq who are now starting to discuss funny things.

"So now I have to call Afis" said four-year-old Syamil.

"Call Abi bang, Afis om already our Abi" replied Syafiq who was one year younger than Syamil.

"Yes, too, Abi Afis" said Shamil, who made us all laugh because of his behavior.

"No need to use another name adek, just Abi," continued Fatih wise.

"Hehe, yes brother." Syamil scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Pig. I love Abi" said Syamil and Shafiq simultaneously and embraced my husband's Hafizh mas.

"Yey, meaning for a while at night I can be together with Afis dong, eh Abi." Syamil closed his mouth because of a mispronunciation.

While all the adults looked at each other after hearing the words of Syamil. Somehow to explain to a child who does not know about the wedding night for a newly married couple.

"Tonight Syamil, Syafiq, adek twins and brother Fatih bobo used to be the same Aunt Blenda well. Aunt Blenda misses this, emang Syamil and Syafiq do not miss the same aunt Blenda?" Sahut mbak Brenda broke the silence that had been created.

"Hehe, okay. Ye ye bobo with aunt Blenda." Their prancing prancing action came out as well. Makes the atmosphere warm and full of happiness.

At first glance I and Hafizh met. He smiled at me with a full smile. I just bowed embarrassed and similarly smiled, having understood the gesture.

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