Don't Blame Your Husband for Loving Me

Ijab Kabul

This morning the day that has been waiting for by the two candidates who are now both preparing, became queen and king last night with a pounding heart. The radiance of the face of Adam is so shining, what else with a suit that has added to the prowess of a Dimas Angga Wijaya.

With steadiness and in the beginning with bismillah, Dimas stepped out of the room because the ijab qobul event will be carried out soon. Together with the papah Dimas to the hotel ballroom that has been filled by invited guests who came to witness the end of the status of the widower that he had been holding.

"Are you ready, son?"

"InshaAllah Pah, Dimas ready. bismilbornrahmanirrahim."

Dimas sat in front of the ruler and the marriage guardian who would marry him. Breath in a few times blows slowly. All prayers have been made for the smooth process of the Kabul ijab. Never failed because of a wrong name does not make Dimas daunted, because this time he married a woman who was really chosen by his heart.

Sella is also neat with makeup on her face that has been wrapped in a headscarf that is seasoned with a little handkerchief to make it look more beautiful on a very historic day for her life.

"The beauty of God, the angel of the world. Loe use what sich Sell can be like this, give tips to me. Once aja nular, it's okay duda. What matters is my brother Dimas."

"It's all just Tiwi's care, there'll be a time when that beauty is gone." Sella clasped Tiwi's hand, feeling so nervous and pounding.

"Eh, loe's hands are cold. Would you like a drink?"

"Boleh dech. bismilbornrahmanirrahim," then Sella drank one glass until it was not left.

"Loe thirsty what nervous, until abis." Tiwi moved her glass.

"Both! I deg-degan Wi," Sella's lips did not stop pondering asking for smooth events. Currently, the two are looking at a television screen that shows Dimas who has been sitting in front of the pak penghulu. Then read the Koran and in further reading the letter of Ar Rahman brought by Dimas.

Sella was so moved, pinang with the figure of Dimas who now is a pride of his own for him. What else is the change in Dimas now that is very obvious. Become a calm and more religious figure, not leaving 5 time. Far away from the old Dimas, may he be a good priest in guiding the family.

After reading Ar Rahman's letter with a drop of tears that Dimas let out to be the beginning of his readiness to continue the next process that is the core of the event.

" I married you and I bet you ananda Dimas Angga Wijaya bin Bapak Setyo Wijaya with Sella Sesillia bint the late Nugi Prasetyo with a dowry in the form of 500 million money and a set of prayer tools in paid cash."

"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Sella Sesillia bint Nugi Prasetyo with the dowry paid in cash."

"Where are the witnesses?"

"Well"

"Well"

"Alhamdulillah..."

"Baarakallahu likulii wahidimmingkumaa fii shaahibihi wa jama'a bainakumma fii khayrin"

Dimas smiled with relief, he had finally married the woman of his dreams, prayers and wishes he had offered, may this be for last and forever.

In the room Sella shed tears when Dimas smoothly said kabul and the word legitimate echoed in the room filled with guests who were also moved.

"Allah is Allah....."

"Congratulations Sell," Tiwi hugged Sella, and Tiwi felt the relief that Sella felt after hearing Tio's story.

Now Sella went down to the ballroom where her husband had been waiting for her with a smile that did not fade from her lips. Together Tiwi Sella walked slowly, the mother could not accompany because she was with her two grandchildren who had been watching the wedding of her parents.

Dimas stood up as Sella entered the room, her smile not fading but the tears came crashing down again as the wife began to approach. Sella smiled as her steps stopped before Dimas.

"Beautiful..."

Sella's hand stretched out to kiss Dimas' hand. The tears had trickled back, after a full moon finally they were found again in a halal bond.

Dimas put his hand on the crown of the wife by pinning all prayers.

"Allahumma inni as’aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih. Wa a’udzubika min syarriha wa syarrimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih."

It means, O God, that I ask You for His goodness and the good that You have set upon him. And I take refuge in Thee from his ugliness and the ugliness Thou hast set upon him.

"I love you my wife." Sella smiled as the word was so clear in the ears.

The two of them joined hands to step towards the armchair. Many invited guests began to congratulate and pray that their households will always be blessed.

Likewise with both parents Dimas who had been crying since then had to see the sacred procession take place. Both of their daughters had run to the mother and father who had been sitting in the lap.

"Good father mother," exclaimed the two then kissed the father and mother who were in abundance of happiness.

"Happy Sell, may you always be happy" said Tio who came with his dashing.

"Thank you Tio, hopefully you'll also be spared."

"Aamiin's." Then Tio turned to Dimas, they shook hands with each other. "Congratulations, brother, take care of Sella, she's worth more than anything in the world. I'm sincere as long as you make her happy and will never hurt her" Tio said seriously.

"God willing and thank you for everything you've given Sella and the twins, thank you for helping them all this time."

"Yes, brother," Tio smiled, there was a wound inside his chest but that's fine as long as the person he loves is happy.

After Tio went down, the Ustadz Maulana family went up, congratulating the two brides. Sella is attracted to a pregnant woman with her maroon-like gown, walking in a tramp by a man who is likely her husband.

"Congratulations Dimas, may be a family of Sakinah mawadah warahmah."

"Thank you Zahra, this is my wife Sella."

"This is what Zahra is called dear" said Dimas.

Sella smiled and they shook hands with each other, "wife is beautiful, congratulations mbak may her marriage be blessed by God, mbak the right person for mas Dimas. She loves mbak."

"Aamiin.makasih mbak Zahra."

Until nightfall the two can only really rest, guests who are dominated by business partners Dimas and papah make the two brides overwhelmed because the guest never ends. What's more in the return hours, very festive because many come.

Sella dropped her body weight on the edge of the bed, her legs seemed to want to be dislodged because of standing all day using high heels. Dimas who just closed the door then noticed Sella so attached, there is no limit now because the word halal is clear he got.

"Darling..."

Sella was flabbergasted as Dimas approached, the atmosphere becoming extremely awkward. Nervous Sella immediately stepped towards the dresser then slowly busied herself to open the accessories that adorned her hijab.

"Want me to help you?" Dimas is now behind Sella's body by looking at her face through the mirror reflection.

"E..no brother, I .. can be alone." Sella who was nervous made her speech also disjointed. Hearing that made Dimas smile.

"Why stop? Don't you want to show me your crown with your dear husband?" asked Dimas who had opened his suit, then slowly unbuttoned the shirt he was using.

Seeing that made Sella even more nervous, "what do you want?"

"Why, is something wrong?"

"Oh. don't you just.." Sella lowered her head. He was really awkward this time. His heart was pounding with his heart rustling incoherently. Seeing the red tinge on Sella's face made Dimas even more anxious, his hand grabbed Sella's arms and asked her to stand up.

"Why baby? you embarrassed? I've now become your husband even lawful for me to see everything in you." Dimas really gently treats Sella. His hand rubbed gently on Sella's cheek with affection.

"Just a little awkward, brother.sorry..."

"I helped you open your hijab, huh?" asked Dimas and answered a nod by Sella, Dimas' hand helped open Sella's hijab until it slipped off and fell to the floor.

Dimas smile expands perfectly, he completely forgot about the figure of Sella 5 years ago. Because the one in front of him right now was the heavenly angel that filled his heart.

"The beauty of your creation, O Allah....."