Fat Broken Wing

Weddings

POV Dave's

The sparkling stars in the Singapore sky tonight reminded me of an event that has almost a month passed. At that time, Mommy's request sincerely asked me to immediately justify Kiyara for many reasons, because, even the arrival of Akbar's father and Mother Alana that night seemed to be the answer to the requests and prayers he offered for my happiness in the present and future.

Not long after that night, Kiyara SAH and I became legal spouses in the eyes of religion and law, a dream I had since the stab wound in my stomach slowly dried up a few years ago. Disappearing to improve and reappearing to fight for the love I so long held alone. The first love is not based on the appearance and nafs*u, but on the sincerity and beauty of her behavior and temperament, the God-given woman can be the first madrassa for my children in the future, aamiin.

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Flashbacks

“I received the marriage and marriage of Kiyara Wulandari bint Akbar Amri Rasyidi, with the dowry paid in cash.”

“How is witness?”

“SAH .. !”

“SAH ..!”

The word legitimately resonates inside the residential mosque, the, the heart beat that was originally pounding fast is now slowly stable along with a thankfulness that sounds so sincerely spoken from the closest people who were deliberately invited to attend my wedding and Kiyara's impromptu.

The whispers were clearly heard in my ears, ah sure enough Kiyara came accompanied by Mother and Mommy who looked very happy with this marriage, especially Mommy even though her face still looks pale but does not beat the happy twinkle that looks so radiant. And the closer the footsteps were, making my heart beat back quickly to see Kiyara who was so beautiful, the more charming my heart that was already entangled in the puddle of love.

“Congratulations, Son .. take care of your child yes,” said Mommy whispered to me before finally returning to her place, while Mommy just smiled gently with eyes twinkle very happy and then followed the steps of Mother.

Then we signed our marriage book, got a greeting from the ruler and witness and Akbar's father who is now officially my father-in-law, a figure of a man I admire.

The wedding sermon delivered by Ustadz Hayat, really became a suggestion for me to start this housewife with the woman I love and love, he said, the woman who had no doubt at all married me when my condition and Mommy at this time were really in a very difficult situation to describe, but this woman instead received us with her arms wide open and helped ease the burden on my shoulders.

“Thank you, Honey,” I said sincerely.

“Thank you back, Big Brother,” reply.

The event continued later, without a guarantee there was only a small tent under which there were tables and chairs that had been arranged as neatly as possible, for guests invited to eat at our simple wedding, although not able to grant a wedding on Friday like Kiyara's dream wedding, but almost all the concepts that exist carry what my girl wants. In fact, this morning rice boxes that will be distributed in the streets and in halfway houses have been spread on the streets of central Bandung.

“Sana, take your wife home .. Mommy, want to rest here first with Mommy's granddaughter, before Mommy goes for treatment and will miss this adorable baby,” said Mommy who makes me tiptoe surprised because too focused on watching my wife who is chatting with her friends.

“Iya, Mom .. I will take Kiyara home, all to change clothes anyway, our guests have almost gone home all,” I replied then moved from my seat to Kiyara was.

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DAVE HOUSE (SEBRANG Kiyara HOUSE)

“Kak, why are we here? Why not go to Kiyara's room, there is also a bathroom for us to clean,” said my wife does not know if this is one of the modes of newlyweds.

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