HALAL LOVER (Already Published )

Section 13

Everyone will be happy on the day of their marriage. Especially if you marry someone you love. What would it be like to marry someone we don't love at all?

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The expected day is now in sight. Graduation events that have been carried out last week have been passed solemnly also run smoothly. Now it is only a matter of counting the hours of marriage between Azizah and Ghibran, which will be done soon.

Floral decorations as well as all the wedding trinkets decorate every corner in Azizah's house. Azizah's room was decorated as beautifully as possible. Now her house looks beautiful.

Everyone will be happy on the day of their marriage. Especially if you marry someone you love. What would it be like to marry someone we don't love at all?

That is, what is now felt by beautiful girls, with eyes that have been decorated with false eyelashes that are very flattened. Azizah looked at herself at a makeup mirror in her room. He looked at himself who was now covered in make up. Lips are red chili, red blush dipipinya add beauty, also a tiger in the head increasingly add to the aura of beauty of the girl.

Long white kebaya protruding beautiful and also hijab that covers his chest. Makes her look different from her usual self. Now, she really looks charming and Ayu on her wedding day. But there was sadness on his face. Warm thread slowly fell wet the smooth cheeks that are now polished thick makeup.

Rahma who saw it, was a little confused. Well, it was Rahma who made Azizah look so beautiful on her special day. Umi Azizah asks Rahma to decorate Azizah. Because, the cleverness and results yesterday that made the middle-aged woman trust Rahma to apply makeup Azizah. Without having to ask the makeup artist.

"Sister, crying. Why?" Rahma looked at Azizah's face so late. "I know, big brother must be crying because of happy crying right?" he continued, smiling, showing his dimples.

Azizah just smiled warmly, Rahma hugged Azizah tightly. He was also happy at his cousin's wedding. Without the girl knowing the problems that Azizah had experienced all this time.

"I'm also happy brother, very happy for my sister's marriage. Sister's marriage is in plain sight" said Rahma releasing her embrace, wiping away tears that were about to fall on her eyes with her fingers.

Again, Azizah just smiled with a warm circle that slowly fell on her cheeks. Then he hugged his cousin's sister back. She is now an adult and can become an independent woman.

I don't know if I should be happy or sad on my wedding day, Ma. Because this heart does not feel happiness, but pain.

Azizah said in her heart. Still in Rahma's arms.

"Sister, wait here. Rahma wants to get ready first." Rahma let go of her embrace. Azizah just nodded slowly.

"Don't cry, the makeup will wear off" continued Rahma a little teasing, while leaving Azizah.

Azizah only looked at the departure of her cousin's sister. Until Rahma is no longer seen.

"And you know what I really feel right now, Ma" said Azizah Iirih looking at Rahma's departure.

Elsewhere, Ghibran is preparing. Now he looks very handsome also dashing with a black suit, combined with a plain white shirt in it, a black peci adorns his head.

The ghibran stands on a long mirror. Until his whole body is plastered from top to bottom. He looked at himself who was well dressed as a bride.

"Azizah, today fully, soon I will be yours. But, not with my heart" said Ghibran slowly, staring at himself in the mirror.

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The sound of the door opening, seen on the lips of the door. A middle-aged woman and a smiling middle-aged man looked towards Ghibran. Well, they were Pak Haryo and Umy Aminah, Ghibran's parents. Ghibran turned his head and smiled at his parents. They came to Ghibran, who was still standing in front of the mirror.

"Umi's son is handsome and neat" said Umi Ghibran smilingly looking at his son in front of the mirror.

"Aby's very happy son, because soon you'll be a husband. Be a good priest to your wife." Mr. Haryo smiled as he patted Ghibran's shoulder gently.

Ghibran turned his head, looking at his parents alternately. He hugged the Aby, with all the raging feeling in his head. A warm thread slowly began to drip from the middle-aged man's eyes. The sense of haru over the marriage of his only son now enveloped both parents. They embrace standing in front of the mirror with all the sense of happiness.

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"Well, it's legal." said one penghulu, while still shaking with a man in front of him.

"Well." answered the people in unison.

"Alhamdulillababilalamin."

the ruler offered a do'a for the newlyweds. Azizah and Ghibran's marriage contract runs smoothly. Everyone who was there prayed for the two of them.

A frenzied voice rang out all the way to the girl's room. His tears soon broke, after hearing the qabul that had been spoken by Ghibran. Azizah was still in the room, sitting in her dressing chair accompanied by her cousin's sister, Rahma. Intentionally, he didn't sit down with the Ghibran down there. Because, it is a tradition in his family when the marriage contract takes place, the bride should not be next to the bridegroom. So, Azizah will come out if it is allowed, also picked up by uminya.

"Alhamdulillah" Rahma rubbed her face with both hands. "Good good, brother." Rahma immediately hugged Azizah with a full day.

"Now, my sister is legally the wife of Ghibran," said Rahma happily, releasing her embrace.

Azizah was just speechless, whether she should feel happy or sad for her marriage. Now, the girl has legally become the wife of Ghibran and it should be if Azizah forgets all the feelings that always stuck in her heart. But it's not that easy. Everything that has happened between Ghibran and Aisyah also he can not just forget easily.

The girl took a slow breath to neutralize her already indescribable heart. Moreover, Aisyah was not seen the presence of Azizah's wedding ceremony. Clearly, Azizah knew that Aisha would never be able to see this with her eyes.

Although last night, he had a good communication with Aisyah. However, he knew very well that right now Aisyah must be suffering and was also very injured. And, it's all because of her.

"Sorry," said Azizah, bowed shutting her eyes with clear lips began to fall down on both cheeks.

Rahma who saw it, was a little confused as well strange. Why did his cousin's brother look so sad after Ijab qabul was spoken. Maybe that's what's on the pretty girl's mind. Rahma felt that there was something different about Azizah. However, he only looked at Azizah in front of him who was grieving. According to him, this is not the right time to ask Azizah about it.

"Already, brother. Brother Azizah do not cry continuously" Rahma said while wiping away Azizah's tears.

"Look, the make up is going to be a mess. Brother do not cry anymore, well," continued Rahma immediately fix Azizah's makeup so as not to be damaged, because it continues to cry.

Azizah just nodded slowly while smiling bitterly. Not the happiness that he currently feels there is even pain, even very pain in his heart. Rahma saw it all. But he tried to stay ordinary.

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Aisyah went alone, because uminya had already gone after the father. While Aisyah's father, has long settled in a country famous for its kangurunya animals. Well, Aisyah went to Australia.

Slowly, he stopped in his steps. Holding a cell phone in hand, then looking at the photo of Azizah who was wearing a white kebaya wrapped in a white hijab that covered up to the chest on social media belonged to Rahma, who was none other than a brother from Azizah.

Instantly the poor girl's tears shed, soaking her cheeks until they fell wet her phone screen. There was pain in his heart, whether he could accept this fact.

"You look so pretty, Zah. Congratulations, Zah, for your marriage and Ghibran," said Azizah, staring at Azizah's photo on her phone screen.

I'm sorry Azizah, it's not that I don't want to attend your happy day. But, unfortunately, I'm not strong enough to see you hanging out with Ghibran. I'm sorry, because I didn't have time to tell you either. I'm not a good friend, Zah. I'm sorry, I really can't, I won't be able to see this reality. I say goodbye to Zah, I will leave this country and leave my best friend and my love which is now completely yours.

he muttered at length in his heart while staring straight, enduring the pain and tears that began to fall from his net.

Aisyah rubbed her face rough, while wiping away the tears that had graced her face since. His eyes were also puffy because he kept crying all night.

Aisyah continued her steps that had stopped. Now Aisyah is determined to leave the country that has raised her since childhood. Leaving behind her love that cannot be together. Go with all the pain he felt, with disappointment and also destroyed. Aisyah left with her love and pain.

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The sound of the door opening. A middle-aged woman, wearing a gold-colored kebaya wrapped in hijab to cover her back. Enter, and approach Azizah also Rahma. Azizah turned her head, welcoming her arrival with a smile.

"Alhamdulillah, now the daughter of Umi has been legally the wife of a man," said Fatimah while cupping her daughter's face in front.

Azizah just smiled, tears began to habituate her beautiful face. Azizah immediately hugged Fatimah, crying crazily. Rahma only smiled when she saw the scene between mother and child in front of her.

I know brother, brother's cry is not because of happy crying. My eyes cannot lie. It is very clear in the eyes of big brother, if brother is currently sad. But, why? Why are you sad on your happy day. Really, I don't understand what I saw.

Rahma spoke in her heart, smiling happily.

"Already, already. Are these two women in front of me still hugging here?" chirps Rahma, breaking the silence that had occurred between them earlier.

Azizah let go of her embrace, then smiled and wiped away her tears. Likewise with Fatimah, looks very happy and also touched.

"Sister, don't cry anymore. Husband brother is waiting below, sister should smile like this," said Rahma, putting both fingers under Azizah's lips formed a smile and Azizah just smiled.

"That's what Rahma said, son. Come on, meet your husband soon" said Umi Azizah. Azizah just nodded slowly.

They also came out of Azizah's room. Azizah bowed down the steps one by one. Fatimah and Rahma accompanied on both sides. All eyes were on them, especially on Azizah, the bride.

Ghibran looks at Azizah's arrival from a distance. This time, he first saw Azizah as his wife and ventured to see her. There was a sense of admiration on the handsome young man's face as he looked at Azizah. Evidently, his eyes did not blink at all looking at Azizah.

"Why? Your wife is beautiful, huh? Until you don't blink looking at him" teased the father sitting beside Ghibran. The ghibran just kept silent and immediately turned his eyes away.

Azizah sat beside Ghibran, Ghibran still bowed. Dare not to look at Azizah up close. Even though they are now legally husband and wife. I don't know, now his feelings are uncertain when he has to put his wedding ring on Azizah's finger.

Ghibran's hands trembled as he put the ring on. And so did Azizah, she felt the same way. Either embarrassed, groggy, or there are other feelings besides that.

Azizah kissed the back of Ghibran's hand after they exchanged rings. Ghibran landed a kiss on Azizah's forehead. Even though it feels heavy and hard. But he tries to look ordinary. The two brides threw smiles at each other.

"Duh, newlyweds. Don't be here if you want to look at each other" chirped a guest there, see the scene between the two of them.

Azizah and Ghibran hurriedly averted their eyes. The shame is approaching them both. The next event they ask for the blessing of the parents.

Marriage is the desire of everyone. The apostle followed him, including worship of Allah. So, what's it like standing at the altar with someone we don't love?

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Now, the two newlyweds are standing at the altar. Experiencing the guests who are alternating, never stop praying for the two of them. Occasionally Ghibran also Azizah threw a smile.

Their hearts are now wounded. Not the happiness that is felt now. Rather, the pain should be covered up. Pretending to feel, trying to be okay in front of everyone.

Marriage is the desire of everyone. To practice the Prophet's circumcision, including worshiping Allah SWT. So, what's it like standing at the altar with someone we don't love?

That is what the two brides are feeling. There is a sense of awkwardness in the heart as well as discomfort. I want to feel like I left that place. But again, there's not much they can do. In addition to being sincere and sincere.

Occasionally Azizah glanced around, as if looking for something. As he shook hands with the guests, he stole another look. However, his face increasingly looks dim like a candle that will be extinguished.

"He's really not here" said Azizah, sitting weakly in the armchair.

Ghibran only glanced at Azizah. He sat down next to the beautiful girl. With a blank look, looking at his surroundings began to quiet down. The guests started to leave their wedding.

Their reception was over and running smoothly.All invited guests have now returned home from their residence. There was only a sense of tiredness that they were currently feeling, after a day of standing entertaining guests.

Azizah sat on her makeup chair, staring at herself in front of the mirror. Slowly, the girl let go of a tiger in the head. Then, remove the thick makeup attached to his face. Look now, Azizah's face is actually. A face that is without the slightest makeup, but still looks naturally beautiful.

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The door opened and a handsome young man who was now her husband entered. Azizah did not move at all to hear the coming of the Ghibran. In fact, she did not look just to see the arrival of her husband. Azizah just kept quiet and lowered her head.

The ghibran sat on the edge of the bed, a little far from Azizah. Slowly, he opened the black suit that had been worn since. Then, unbutton one shirt on the top of his plain white shirt. Hot? Maybe that's how he feels. Ghibran only went silent not to look at Azizah who is now legally his wife.

Not many words came out of their mouths that night. This was the first night for both of them. Which he said, a long-awaited night. But not Ghibran and Azizah. They are busy with their own thoughts. Struggling with feelings that still stuck in the heart.