Hold on or let go!

The Eps 228

The group of Bambang Agus Purnomo's extended family has arrived at the location. The elders and elders of the bride's side welcomed their arrival.

Including asih and lek Dar as the 'mother' of the bride.

And Lek Sarman plays the marital guardian of his only niece. Lurah Anton was no less instrumental there. He also welcomed besan and his prospective son-in-law and entourage accompaniment.

Ancient Javanese songs accompany the customary process of receiving manten candidates along with besan. Is there anything rich in your place????

After making small talk of the elders, the groom-to-be was invited to go directly to the board table.

Deg-degan???

Banget!!!!!!

I can! Febri cried in his heart. His palms were sweating coldly. He was better prepared to face war like yesterday than to be in this situation.

Why suddenly mules? Dryness! Deg-degan! So the nano nano that Febri felt.

Me and my sohibs were waiting in Sarman's lek room. I've heard that Febri's entourage is coming.

Don't ask me how I feel right now! Those who have felt it must know heheheheh

"Prophe mba Bia! Later if it has been finished his qobul ijab, then Bia mba came out!", said Naya.

I agree with a nod. As usual, I used to twist the ring on my left ring finger.

Turning to someone who had just arrived at the location, a handsome and handsome man held a seven-month-old baby who was no less handsome than the father.

The faces of both of them quite caught the attention of the invited guests. But the man chose to sit in the back. He was only able to observe how handsome the future husband of his ex-wife was.

If there was a scene where suddenly Febri thwarted his wedding plans like a kuching drama Kuching hot tea, maybe Alby would smile proudly. Unfortunately, Mak othor kekeuh if he had to part with Bia. And let Bia be with Febri.

It's sad!!!!

It hurts but it doesn't bleed! Sakiiettt brayyy!

In a hurry, Alby took a deep breath. Then, who did she come with??? Of course with Mak Titin and his two arts. They sat behind Alby. Not to be confused with Alby and Nabil.

The opening sounds of greetings and prayers have begun to be heard. Sayup-sayup heard a fragment of a verse/pacan Quran from someone.

I memorized that voice! Mas Febri???

Surah ArRum verse 21 which is read also means.

"And among the signs of His greatness is that He has created pairs for you of your own kind, that you may tend and feel at ease with him, and He has made among you a feeling of love and affection."

My heart trembled at the translation that Febri had chanted. After that, I heard someone say basmalah then salutations and started his Ijab qobulnya event.

"I marry and marry you Febrianto Dwi Purnomo bin Bambang Agus Purnomo with my nephew Shabia Ayu bint Salman Abdullah with a dowry of a set of gold jewelry of twenty grams of gold and cash worth two million eight hundred and thirty-one rupiah in cash!" said Sarman. His voice trembled, he was in a moved position. This was the second time he had married his only nephew whom he considered to be his own flesh and blood. He did not expect to repeat this incident again. There is a sense of haru, there is a sense of regret. Failing to be a parent who can't take care of her daughter with a marriage in her path. Waterdrop

sarman's eyes were dripping.

(Hope aja ijab qobul is rich so yes 😆️. Forgot eyke cyin ⁇ ️️)

Febri took a deep breath. With a single breath, he uttered his words of jijab.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Shabia Ayu bint Salman Abdullah with the dowry paid in cash!"

"How are the witnesses, Sah?", asked the penghulu sir.

"Well!", the voice echoed. Febri breathed a sigh of relief. Like boils, it's broken down anyway mah relieved.

I who was in the lek Sarman room shed tears. Moved because lek Sarman repeated to be my marriage guardian. I know, lek Sarman must be sad. Sad to have to repeat the incident four years ago. I actually want to get married once in a lifetime. But what is my day if my storyline should be like this.

My friends and my Bridesmaids accompanied me to the ijab table. Mother and Lek Dar accompanied me to my left right.

At a different angle. A handsome man shed his tears. Yes, Alby was crying over a woman he loved so much that she had legitimately become another man's wife.

Even his feet were not boned. Lemas besti! Please, don't ask her what her heartache is like, Alby.

Let Mak othor represent. Because nyong already made Alby so 🤧.

Nabil moved erratically in Alby's lap. Mila's tea took Nabil from Nabil's lap. Alby was still frozen in the same position. Only her tears slowly melted.

It turns out that this is so difficult that his name is sincere, O Allah! How did I ask Bia to sincerely share my love and body with Silvy??? Hurt.yes Allah, sick!

Mak Titin hugged Alby's body from the side. Without Alby noticing, it turns out Sakti is approaching him. Alby's real voiceless cry became the center of attention of the invited guests. Maybe because of his handsome face! 🤔🤔

"By!", call Sakti. Alby looked at his head.

Alby got up from his seat, then Sakti grabbed Alby's body.

"Lo sincerely right By???", whispered Sakti.

"Lo Slowly Lo can definitely really mengikhlaskan Bia with Febri. Because.. see Bia happy, Lo will definitely feel happy!", said Sakti slowly with still hugging his best friend.

Alby loosened his embrace. Then he nodded.

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I approached the ijab table and sat down beside Febri. He looked at me. For a few seconds, he stared at me. Maybe amazed at me 🤭.

"Please kiss her husband's hand, mba Bia!", said pak penghulu.

I also kissed the back of Febri's hand, after which he kissed my forehead long enough.

Touched ? Very! I can't hold back my harrow. I don't know what this feeling is??

Mas Febri put a ring on the ring finger of my right hand. So did I, alternating doing it too.

Mas Febri smiled faintly looking at me with a full look of desire. After that, we finished our wedding documents.

Moments later, we captured that sacred moment. Everything is like a dream. Flashes from time to time loomed in my eyes. Our courtship, Febri's education, about our relationship that Febri's parents opposed, my marriage to Alby, Alby's betrayal, she said, even the breakup with Alby was painful to remember.

It was time for us to bow down to our parents. Haru taste, that's more my wallet feel when I'm sungkem with both of my lek. So did my father's mother. In the past, when married to Alby, the two did not come at all let alone go through a procession like this.

Moving to Bu Sri, also no less haru. The painful words from his lips were still quite ringing in my ears until I decided to go from the life of Febri until I was met with magic and ended up with an Alby.

After the silence, now Me and Febri both stand up and walk to the pelaminan before doing the wedding procession militarily.

I was stunned for a moment when I saw a handsome figure walking towards me and Febri. I see her eyes red and puffy. Is that handsome guy crying???

I blinked for a while until finally, he stood before me and Febri.

Alby greeted Febri, and Febri welcomed him.

"Congratulations Feb!", said Alby. Then the two hugged each other. Febri patted Alby on the shoulder.

"Thank you for coming!" said Febri.

"Titip Bia, Feb, I hurt him enough. Do not!", message Alby beside Febri's ear.

"God willing!", said Febri quickly. Alby couldn't bear the sadness. Slowly he let go of his embrace with Febri.

Alby is in front of me. Look at the eyes we met.

The atmosphere that was quite boisterous, now turned sad. As if everyone knew what Alby and I were feeling. No, Febri also felt something unusual!

"Congratulations Neng!", said Alby with a trembling voice. He extended his hand to me. I didn't welcome him right away. But I looked at Febri first. Now Febri is entitled to me.

Febri seemed to be reading my doubts, he nodded slowly indicating that I could shake hands with Alby.

After getting Febri's approval, I also received Alby's hand. Then the next second, Alby hugged me so tightly. A little whisper was heard in my ear. Without being able to hold it, something melted down my cheek.

Yes, we both cried in our arms. We once loved each other, maybe even the feeling is still left. But everything has changed.

Everything has happened and will never be what it was. Only crying happens in our arms.

A feeling that cannot be described with words!

"Congratulations to Neng. May you be happy with Febri. Thank you for the three years we were together. Forgive me for hurting you so many times. Which never even makes you happy, it even makes you suffer Neng! Sorry!", the rest is just stuffing I heard.

"I'm sorry too! Can't be a wife who patiently accompanies you when you're having a hard time. Sorry!", I said softly.

Slowly, our embrace loosened. I let go of my hug with Alby. I know, this is wrong. But I hope this is the last time I'm hugging Alby. For the rest, only Febri has the right to touch me even if it's just a hug like this.

I clasped my husband's hand, my February.

"May you always be happy, until death do you part and become a couple until you age together."

"Aamiin!", said Febri.

"Thank you Alby!" said Febri. Alby patted Febri on the shoulder.

"Jaga Bia is fine!", pinta Alby.

Febri nodded.

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To be continuous next year ⁇ ️️️️️️️