Is God's Choice?

Is God's Choice?
46. Wedding Day



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The sky this morning was so bright, the clouds were white like lumps of cotton that added to the beauty of the blue sky like the paintings of the Creator.


The maroon veiled girl had just lowered her legs with her grandfather and grandmother whose age had entered the head 7.


Kia who pushed the suitcase containing her clothes, Dahlan's brother, and Rumi's grandmother with such a spirited step. The left hand that had been hugging tightly the kake hands did not want to be separated, now he was released when he found out the hanger koci on his bag had fallen.


" Abah, and grandma wait in that chair first huh! looks like something fell out of Kia's bag that Kia had to take!" He said as he stroked the hand he had released.


" Yes, baby" don't be long!" Said Dahlan's brother immediately grabbed the hands of Rumi's grandmother who wanted to escape.


Kia's steps were accelerated and her eyes were fixed on the concierge that had been stepped on by someone until the head of the Giraffe doll was almost released. Seeing the incident, Kia's hand immediately grabbed the hanger with a slight bow to her body regardless of someone who was silent to see Kia's behavior.


" I'm sorry, I didn't know that my foot had broken that thing!"


His words were about to grab the hanger but, his hand lost quickly from Kia's hand.


" It's okay, I can fix it later" Kia said without looking at the face of the man before her.


This woman, wasn't she the one who helped Kania? Trained him.


After Kia got the hanger, she passed without permission from the front of the man with glasses.


" Miss, can I buy it if you want?" His screams were either heard or not by Kia because the train terminal today was so crowded.


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"Alhamdulillah, finally abah, ummi and Kia arrived too!" Said Mr. Hasbi who had put the suitcase that Kia brought into his room.


" Not close, Bie?" Let fit finished abah can directly fall. Ask abah Dahlan.


" Looky, 1 hour from home. The event is in a hall that is commonly used for meetings and wedding events. Said Mr. Hasbi.


When Hasbi and Dahlan's brother chatted, Kia went straight into her room intending to fix a small doll that had broken her head. Likewise with Grandma Rumi who was told to be chastised by Aisha's mother in Rahma's room.


" Where is it friendly, Shah? How not to look? Ask Grandma Rumi when she wants to take off her clothes and replace them with a long negligee that has been provided by Aisyah's mother.


" Rahma is behind helping her aunt in the kitchen to prepare lunch for us, ummi!" Say Aisyah ma'am while putting the clothes of Abah Dahlan and ummi Rumi into Rahma's closet which still has an empty place.


" Ooh, there's Nisa and Karno here too, right,? kok ummi did not see Karno, but ummi already miss him and his daughter. Said Rumi's nek who was neat with her negligee and instant veil.


" Mas Karno was accompanying Razi to take a parcel tomorrow.


" So the parcel hasn't been prepared yet? it should be here so that tomorrow it will be brought. Her speech.


" Yes should have been last night, mi. But someone forgot, he said, so he went back there. Say ma'am Aisyah.


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Romobongan the groom has arrived in front of the hall that has been conjured into a beautiful garden filled with flowers, 1 long table that has been prepared for the event. All the groups from the Hasbi sir family had entered the hall whose space was so spacious. There is already a bridal garden that will juxtapose between Razi and Tari.


Kia who has placed as warm as a prayer tool and a set of jewelry as a mas kawain. Intend to directly approach the Dance that already exists in a special room to decorate the bride.


" Mom, Kia wants to see Dance go in there first!" He said while embracing the hands of his cousin Fani son of uncle Karno.


" Look at the bride, you've never seen my best friend plus brother-in-law, have you?" Ask Kia.


With the head of Fani answered Kia's question, then walked to a room where Dari was ready with a beautiful wedding dress green bottle with gold alloy as the sweetener of the dress.


"Maasyaa Allah, Dance .. You are so beautiful!" Admired Kia when she saw Tari sitting in the apartment by her mother Lidiya and her sister named Kholid, a handsome man who was new class 2 High School while looking down to respect Kia.


" Well, you can do Kia!" Reply Tari while standing to approach Kia.


Ijab kabul was heard loud in the room. Dance whose hands did not come off to grin Kia, because of a taste that he did not understand the taste. Making Kia gently stroke her hand so that anxiety mixed happily into a beautiful taste for Dance today.


Kia's tears did not feel a little calm in her eyes that were already hot. His mind seemed to play around with sweet memories with the man he loved so much at that time.


" Maybe I'll feel the same way as what Dance is feeling right now!" A heart mixed with happiness and anxiety when we hear the man we love reciting a sacred promise before everyone with so sacred and wisdom. Inner Kia.


No sense of ijab and khobulpun has been completed the ruler invited for the bride to come out of her cage. With graceful steps, Dari was led by Lidya's mother to her right and Kia to her left stepped up to the man who had dared to invite her to berta'aruf even though only 2 weeks he knew her and only one face to face times.


It is clear that the hue of happiness on the face of Tari that today she has officially become the wife of her best friend's sister. Razi, who was still sitting quietly in front of the table, turned slightly to his right side when Tari was sitting next to him to receive the wedding cinci from Razi.


A little shy Dance reached out her hand even though she occasionally pulled back because for her this is the first time Razi will hold her hand to make her mood tight and her face is like a ripe tomato, ripe tomatoes, thankfully the face was covered by the bridal make up so that others did not know the red face.


" Come Dance, stretch out your fingers, Kasian aa Razi udh can't wait to put the ring on your fingers! Tempta Kia who knows the nervousness of his best friend.


A moment later Kia grabbed Tari's hand to get to the presence of the older brother who loved her so much. Finally the ring darted on the ring finger of Dance and now it was Dance's turn to put the silver ring on Razi's hand.


Ring installation is complete. Unwittingly, Kia's tears spilled that she had been able to bear before because she saw the moment of Dance and Razi who now kissed Tari's forehead so deeply.


Slowly Kia moved away from the moment and looked for the existence of a toilet to calm her heart that imagined herself and Prama who became a couple of brides.


" Where are you going?" asked Rahma who saw Kia half running from the crowd of people who saw the wedding rituals of Dance and Razi.


" Sister just wants to toliet" he replied briefly and increasingly speed up his steps.


Rahma who saw it as if she knew how her brother felt at this time, she said, slowly he wanted to tell this to his mother but he paused because he did not want to disturb the focus of Aisyah's mother at this wedding.


Suddenly the green toca robe stuck on a shelf decorating the flowers made of iron. Which makes his steps stop and try to pull his game from that thing. But it was difficult when he was troubled to wipe the tears that continued to flow accompanied by water that would go out of his nose.


After he tried hard still it can not be pulled just like that which can result in the flowers will fall messy. So that someone has helped him to release the gamis plug from the object slowly.


" Kia, where are you going? Asked the man who had long missed Kia's pretty face.


" Thank you, ma'am!"


Said Kia briefly as he passed from the man to the toliet at the end of the reception will take place after the event ijab and khobul.


Unbeknownst to Kia, the black-patterned man who combined the color of gold in his batik image followed Kia's steps and waited for her in a male toilet not far from the female tolilet.


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