I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 14 | Holy Pledge

"Marry the woman who is a lover (that is, who loves her husband) and who can have many children, for I will be proud of your cause (many) before the people (the former)" [Well, the Chronicle of Abu Daud, Nasa'i, Ibn Hibban and the Judge of Ma'qil ibn Yashar]

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"Real! It is a word of millions of meanings that bind love in a marriage relationship that is surely Allah ridhoi."

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The room has been decorated in such a way with all kinds of trinkets decorating every corner of the room. Which makes this room more beautiful and attractive. A girl is looking at her reflection in front of a mirror. Kebaya is white and Khimar is in matching color attached to his body. Not to forget the natural makeup that adorns his face that adds to the beautiful impression. But clearly there were doubts and worries on her beautiful face. It was like a dream that turned into reality.

A sense of happiness, fear, nervousness, worry raged in his heart. She will finally be happy as a wife. Afraid if she can do her job well as a wife? Nervous of this sense that dominates him, for the first time he will listen to the loud voice and firm voice of the father and the future husband to say ijab and qobul. Binding it in a sacred bond of marriage. The relationship that God has.

"Zihan," called Zahra who was in Zihan's room as she approached Zihan who was in front of her dresser.

Zihan flipped his body and now his position became face to face with Zahra. "Yes what, Ra?"

Zahra knew very well that her best friend was now feeling nervous tense and afraid. Gently Zahra grasped Zihan's hand and stroked the back of his hand gently. "Everything will be fine."

Zihan just nodded his head. "Bismillah, Han," said Zahra.

Zihan followed what Zahra said, "Bismilbornrahmanirrahim."

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The sound of Surah Ar-rahman echoed to all corners of the room. Will soon be implemented. His father's primama Zihan has sat opposite the daughter-in-law who is none other than, is Zihan Fahira Adinda Pratama.

Pratama stretched out his hand which was greeted by someone who was now in front of him, who was none other than Gibran Ahmad Luqman Prasetya the candidate bounced him. Bismilbornrahmanirrahim said Pratama before saying his hijab.

"Ankahtuka wa zawwajtuka makhtubataka Zihan Fahira Adinda Pratama bint Wirawan Pratama mahri mahri mushaf Alquran wa alatil 'haalan worship." Pratama said his hijab firmly and loudly while shaking the hand of someone in front of him.

"Qobiltu nikaahahaa wa tazwiijahaa bil mahril madz-kuur wa radhiitu bihi, Wallahu waliyut Taufiq" he said answering the qobul firmly loud and in a deep breath.

"HUH?"

"AH!"

Alhamdulillah barrakallaahu, wa baaraka'alaika, wa jama'a baynakumaa fi Khair.

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"Alhamdulillah congratulations well, Han now you have officially become a wife," said Zahra while holding tightly to Zihan's body.

"Love, Ra," Zihan returned Zahra's embrace, hugging each other channeling his happiness tears could not be contained by the two so happy.

"Gue comes out first, well soon your husband will come here," Zahra let go of his embrace. Zihan just nodded and smiled at her.

Before Zahra completely disappeared and left Zihan. Not to forget Zahra confirmed first the makeup of Zihan's face that slightly faded.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

The sound of knocking on the door made Zihan's heartbeat beat beyond normal limits. His heart is pumping and thrashing wants out.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh," said his greeting before turning the door knob of Zihan's room.

"Wa. wa. wa'alaikumussalam Warahmatullahi wabarokatuh," replied Zihan with stammering and lowered his head.

A man who was now halal and became her husband sat on his knees before Zihan who was sitting down on the bed. Clasping tightly onto Zihan's cold, wet hands as sweat and nervousness dominated him.

"Thank you for being my halal lover" he said, making Zihan look up to show his beautiful red face.

Zihan nodded steadily and looked down again, embarrassed that he was in a room with a man.

"Damnah!" call him.

Zihan just cleared his throat and was still coolly looking down. What made Zihan so interested in his current activities was his lowered, lowered head, and bowed. Looks like the floor where he stands is more attractive than the handsome face of the husband.

"Darling," called her who made a red veil on Zihan's pretty face. Now his face feels hot and wants to explode suddenly.

"What draws your attention to the point that you are unwilling to look at your handsome husband's face?" tanyanya gently.

Zihan raised his head and shook his head quickly. "Bu-bu-not that."

"Then?" his question that makes Zihan distraught to answer the question of his girlfriend.

Zihan did not answer but his smile represented his heart which was now in flower.

"I'm ashamed" Zihan finally opened his voice and ventured to answer the question from the husband.

A smile was clearly imprinted on his handsome face, "Why should be ashamed dear?" He asked while holding Zihan's pointy chin.

'Please! Don't call me darling again it's not good for my heart health, ' her mind cheered.

Zihan could not hide the red veil on her face, as her husband was holding her taper chin and it was clear that it looked like a boiled crab.

With a quick and unexpected movement, Zihan took the husband's hand and gently kissed the husband's palm.

Gibran who was getting a quick movement from his wife gasped in shock. However, a few seconds later he immediately kissed Zihan's forehead very gently and lovingly.

Zihan felt her body stiffen to get the first kiss from her husband. A red hue again adorned Zihan's face. What's with today why Zihan blushing is constantly from now on. Zihan was very embarrassed and happy with her husband's treatment.

"We pray sunnah two rakaat," he asked Zihan to pray sunnah two rakaat after the agreement. Zihan was only able to nod and they performed his prayers very solemnly.

"Allahumma innii asaluka min khoiri ma jabaltaha alaihi. Wa audzu bika min syarri wa syarri ma jabaltaha alaih," his prayer was right on Zihan's head after they finished performing his Sunnah prayer and was observed by Zihan.

Zihan can no longer hold back his tears, can he! not tears of sorrow but tears of happiness.

"Why cry?" the question is soft while removing the clear circles that come out of Zihan's eyes. Zihan just shook his head slowly.

"God was so good with me that He betrothed me to you, someone I always talked to, someone I always borrowed his name on every long prostration in the third of my night. I'm very happy" said Zihan and directly bowed his head.

Shame, shame it feels to express what just came out of her tiny lips. "God is so good and even so good. Until I am juxtaposed and betrothed to you the woman of prayer whom God sent to perfect my half of religion becomes a complement to my faith. Wading through the ark and the twists and turns of life with me. I love you so much, Zihan Fahira Adinda Pratama."

The clear circle dripped back from his eye peluk. "I also love you very much mas," said Zihan reciprocated the words of love that was thrown from the lips of her husband.

"Mass?" he's repeating the nickname that Zihan just said.

Zihan nodded, "why?"

"Do you mind if I call you that name?" ask Zihan.

Gibran immediately shook his head and said, "I'm very happy with the call."

Zihan smiled with relief at the husband's reply.

The sound of knocking on the door that sounded very noisy and boisterous made these halal lovers cluck in annoyance. Don't know anything about it!.

"Let me open the door, Mas." said Zihan rose from his seat to see his husband rise and will open a guest who had managed to disturb him.

"It's a long time, isn't it? What's the newlyweds doing anyway?" his cerocos while poking his head into Zihan's room.

"What the hell is there," Zihan tried to keep away the rioter's head that always bothered him.

"Ihk brother is sick, tau," always holding a head that is a little sick because forced pushed by Zihan.

"Eat him as a sister do not be nosy," said Zihan.

"Who is nosy, I was just told to call mother brother and sister Gibran," explained Zaka.

"Dad, sister will come down" said Zihan.

"Let you be the one who's not me!"

"Based on Sister Zihan! How will her husband escape the first night? Because of the nature of Sihan's acute cheek," cerocosnya who is able to make a red seburat on Zihan's cheeks.

'What the hell is this kid talking about the first night of everything. The little boy knows what?. I just don't know ' Inner Zihan.

"There, Brother, step down again," drive Zihan away again.

The expelled clucked in annoyance and was forced to waltz away from the brother's room.

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One by one the stairs have been passed by a pair of lovers who are combining love. Which a while ago has been halal and put together in a Marriage Accord.

Down one by one the stairs with the face of the sumringah and a happy hue that never fade from the face of both. The crowd of invited guests welcomed the arrival of the two of them. Sit side by side to sign some wedding papers. And then the ring exchange procession.

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Chair pelaminan that has been decorated in such a way as a place to stop there these halal lovers. The smile and hue of happiness were unceasingly etched on the faces of the two.

Invitational guests are constantly coming to greet and congratulate them on their wedding. The prayers and advice of these two people are unceasingly obtained from the invited guests for their household supplies later.

"Goodbye to new life."

"May Samawa's household."

"Cepet dapet momongan yah."

"The happy wedding."

"Al-barrakallah."

The various congratulations they got from the invited guests that they only answered with a smile and Aamiin said. Assume every prayer of each invited guest.

"You tired?" tanyanya saw Zihan dripping with sweat.

Zihan shook his head, "No, Mas."

Deftly the husband wiped off Zihan's sweat sweat with the back of his hand. Which makes a red hue mixed happily perch in Zihan.

Nervousness and awkwardness suddenly flowed between the two. No more chatter can melt the two men whom God has united in the sacred bond of marriage.

"Eat first, son, you have not eaten yet" said Windi.

"Dad Bun/Tan," the two answered in unison.

"Tante's kok anyway? Mother dong is now a child Mother," said Windi reminded the daughter-in-law.

"I-iyah Bun," she replied nervously and stammered.

Windi smiled at the call of his name from the son-in-law who sounded stiff.

"Han, take food for your husband" Windi said.

"Dad Bun," Zihan immediately got up from his seat and walked to fetch food for him and his husband.

"Mother farewell," said Windi to the son-in-law and nailed him in response.

Before long Zihan came with a plate of food and a glass of drink in his hand.

"Here, Mas." Zihan offered his food to the husband and intended to go again to fetch him a plate of food and a glass of drink.

"Where are you going?" he asked because he saw his wife wanted to leave.

"You're going to get some more food, ma'am," replied Zihan

"Here sit," he said

Zihan complied and sat down next to his husband.

"Why don't you eat it, Mom?" asked Zihan because the husband was constantly looking at him which made the heartbeat of Zihan beat abnormally.

"Mas, don't look at me so rich" continued Zihan.

"Why?" tanyakanya.

Zihan shook his head, "No papa."

"I'm ashamed, Mas," continued Zihan by lowering his head.

"Why should I be ashamed? Didn't you already halal for Mas to see and look so there is no harm not if Mas look at the beautiful face of Mas's wife," he said while holding the chin of the wife to look up to look at his handsome and beautiful face.

"Aishhh, I'm ashamed, '" said Zihan, releasing the husband's hand from his chin.

"Mas wife is now so shy well usually also shy," his god who successfully made Zihan cluck annoyed.

"Kok, did you say that anyway?"

"It's very funny Mas's wife if again craving," kekehnya because seeing the face of Zihan bent with lips that have advanced five centi.

"Tau ahk," said Zihan with a contorted annoyance and crossed hands in front of his chest. The husband only chuckles a little at the behavior of the wife who looks like a child.

The two of them finally ate a plate of both do not forget to feed each other. Simple but a condition of meaning.

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The night has been said hello in place of a brightly lit day. Now there are only thousands of stars and the moon accompany the darkness of the night. A couple who are now halal make a sacred promise before Allah. Engraving love in a bond that Allah Ridhoi. There is nothing more beautiful than the bond of love that is established after Ijab is spoken and Qabul is answered. No more sin will come near and close to both. There is only a double reward.

Right in the third of His Night these halal lovers woke up to greet His Lord. It is through prayer in the third night that God strongly recommends as in the Hadith which reads.

"You shall wake up at night. For it is the custom of the devout before you. Self-approach to Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala, Remover of sins and expulsion of diseases from the body." (CHR. Tirmidhi)

Carrying out two rakaat Tahajjud prayers together, for the first time and will continue as such. Takbir's voice rippled out to the deepest heart. The chanting of the holy verse of the Qur'an is a beautiful soothing and soothing heart. Until the greeting signaled that their prayer was over. Praying and Praying for God as a form of Thank you and Gratitude.

The husband quickly turned his body to face the wife. And gently the wife kissed the back of the husband's hand as a form of his service to the husband. His paradise is now in the hands of the husband no longer under the feet of the pregnant mother who gave birth and raised him because now his status has changed to a wife not just a daughter. His time now turns to the husband who has promised before the Divine Rabbi.

"Mas," called Zihan who was summoned just showing off his smile.

"Thank you" said Zihan, clasping her husband's hand tightly.

"For?" tanyakanya.

"For everything. For love and affection. For the promise that He has made before God. For the happiness I now feel. For Mas who is ready and willing to propose I ask me to accompany Mas," a drop of tears just escaped his eyes.

Deftly the husband's hand removes every circle that comes out of the wife's eyes. "The one who should be thanking you. Because you want and want to receive a proposal from Mas," said Gibran stroked the soft cheek of Zihan who met red.

"I have pleaded with God to betroth me to you and now God has granted my prayers. I'm sorry I stabbed you in the third of my night, Mas Gibran Ahmad Luqman Prasetya," he continued, hiding a red hue on his face.

"God has granted my prayers to match me with someone who always tucked my name in his prayer and that's you, Zihan Fahira Adinda Pratama," Gibran replied cupping Zihan's face.

"Zawjaty, Uhibbuki mitsla mana anti, Ubibbuki kaifa mana kunti, [1]" he continued. Zihan nodded with a roar of tears that had already slid freely with so swift.

Footnote :

[1] My wife, I love you for who you are.