Don't Touch Me, Aisyah
Akad
قَبِلْتُ نِكَاحَهَا وَتَزْوِيْجَهَا عَلَى الْمَهْرِ الْمَذْكُوْرِ وَرَضِيْتُ بِهِ وَاللهُ وَلِيُّ التَّوْفِيْقِ
Aslan very smoothly tidied up his marriage contract. As a memorizer of the Qur'an certainly not difficult for his tongue just to say the sentence.
He raised his hand to hear Abi Adnan pray for good for his marriage. The clear thread was pushed away from both of his eyeballs.
Abi Hamdan, rubbed Aslan's back slowly. Both the eyes of the father and son looked, full of novelty.
In the back row, Umi Aini was rubbing a piece of tissue on her right left cheek. Her tears broke, watching her only son who was a few seconds ago had just changed status as a husband of people.
While in the room, Aisyah also cried when she heard the cheers of many people who said Thank God.
She did not expect that at the age of twenty years and four months ago, she had become someone's legal wife. His marriage was not only legal in the eyes of religion but also legal in the eyes of the state.
Umi Hanifa hugged her youngest daughter tightly. Her tears did not stop breaking. It's heavy for her to let go of Aisya. Before when Zahra, Aisyah's sister got married, Umi Hanifa's feelings were not as sad as this. He could not imagine his daughter, who, since she was six years old, had always lived far away from him in the pesantren, now had to separate from him again.
Aisyah increasingly tightened her embrace as if understanding the feeling of the umi.
"Insayallah Aisha will be a sholihah's wife. No Asiyah would disappoint Abi and Umi who had wholeheartedly raised Aisha." Aisyah tried to calm down.
Umi Hanifa only nodded in her powerless to speak.
"Sir, it's time." Said Zahra who had been standing on the side of the bed.
Aisyah moved, then wiped the tears that soaked her cheeks.
"Congratulations. May Allah grant the peace of the hereafter in your married life and Aslan."
The tears of both back hatching can not stem this deep novelty.
Someone pressed the doorknob slowly then opened it.
"What's waiting for." Farhan Zahra's husband.
They had been too late in this happiness to forget that in the living room dozens of people were waiting for the appearance of Aisyah, the bride.
Aisyah stepped slowly. He looked embarrassed. This was the first time in his life that his heart was beating so fast. He was even afraid that others around him could hear his heart rhythm.
All eyes were on him. Some people whispered praising the beauty of the girl whose lips were red without the lipstick.
"Kiss your husband's hand, Nduk." Abi Adnan's speech is soft. Aisyah nodded then slowly grabbed her husband's hand. Both trembling. Either Ayesha's feelings alone or how, but Aslan's hands were much more trembling than Ayesha's. Even when the hand shaped his forehead it felt very cold.
Aslan stroked the soft top of Aisyah's head
اَللَّهُمَّ إِنِّيْ أَسْأَلُكَ مِنْ خَيْرِهَا وَخَيْرِ مَا جَبَلْتَهَا عَلَيْهِ ، وَأَعُوْذَ بِكَ مِنْ شَرِّهَا وَشَرِّ مَا جَبَلْتَهَا عَلَيْهِ
He prayed fervently. A beautiful prayer that a husband used to recite to his wife, then gently landed a kiss on Aisha's forehead.
Now there is no distance between the two. The sacred promise has been completed. Aisha steadfastly set her heart to serve as a sholihah wife throughout her life.
