Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??

That girl is my son !

That day the rose seemed to repeat a glimpse of his memories.

Clad in white kebaya and bridal makeup she was conjured into a graceful bride charming.

She looks smiling looking at the makeup mirror in front of her.

"Mbak is so beautiful, who's the lucky guy?", asked the fairy to make the Rose accidentally say spontaneously.

"Mas Burhan!", exclaimed the Rose made the fairy bewildered, as well as the doctor Malik who peeked, instantly losing his smile.

"This marriage will always be a formality" complained Malik, smiling as he walked away from the door of the Rose room.

A moment later, Roses woke up and also confused to see the look on the faces of the fairies who stared at him in wonder.

"Not her future husband mbak name Malik yes?", asked someone curious.

"Astagfirullah", lamented Rose realized his mistake.

"Bak nervous huh?, calm mbak, I really do not know the problems of life that mbak face, but believe me mbak, God's destiny can not be wrong, God's scenario is the best", said a fairy managed to make the Rose's heart knocked.

O God, what have I done?, murmured the Rose inwardly trying to accept the new status that will be in her stare.

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"It's ready!, my God, it's so beautiful!", exclaimed one of the fairies helping the Rose to walk towards the place of ijab qobul.

Bismillah, said Rose inwardly trying to look straight ahead.

Outside the door of the room, it was already filled with beautiful decorations that would bear witness to the future of the next Rose.

All eyes looked towards the Rose as she reached the place of the Ijab of Qobul.

All seemed amazed by the natural beauty of the Rose that faded in the eating of age.

Moreover, doctor Malik, past and present, he never felt wrong to love a girl who is now walking towards his direction.

It will always be next to you whether you want it or not, see it or not, respect it or not, murmured doctor Malik inwardly extended his hand before the future wife.

Slowly, Rose ventured to receive the hand of doctor Malik.

I am ready, O Allah, murmured the Rose in my heart while sitting on the bridal seat that has been provided.

The rose looked around the room.

His eyes seemed to be looking for someone in the middle of the crowded invitees.

"Where is my son father?", whispered the Rose to the father.

"That's Aqly, but Fatimah ? ", exclaimed Mr. Bram cling to find Fatimah whom he had not seen since morning.

Then arrived the gaze of everyone was fixed on a girl in hijab, wearing a beautiful robe and complete with her veil walking towards the seating of the guests who had been provided.

"Who is he?, do you know his Rose?", asked Malik's doctor.

"Your friends want to?", asked Ratih ma'am also did not feel familiar with the veiled girl.

"Please start her qobul ijab" said the girl made the Rose immediately recognize her.

At that instant, Rose immediately smiled looking at the veiled girl.

"That veiled girl is my child!, my daughter!, Fatimah", exclaimed the Rose and amazed her all, except Aqly.

"God willing!, since when did he decide to make a veil?", said the ma'am Ratih surprised.

"Areally buk?, if I could see her" said Azizah smiling happily even though she could not see her directly.

"You really managed to educate the Rose" said Mr. Bram grasping the child's hand.

Then the whispering voice changed from a few invited guests.

They were very amazed by the character of Fatimah since long ago, even now they admire her more because at her young age she had dared to decide big things for her life.

Aqly grew furious at the words of everyone who flattered her brother.

"Cih!, the bastard pretentious look for face!", ketus Aqly moved from his seat and chose to sit outdoors while lighting his cigarette.

The shouting in the room stopped as the ruler began a show of Ijab qobul between the Rose and the doctor Malik.

Aloud and smoothly doctor Malik echoed the sentence full of meaning with one breath.

Making Roses again remembering the process of his ijab qobul with the late husband a few years ago.

"Well ".

The echoes of the word made everyone happy and breathed a sigh of relief.

Even Mr. Bram and Mr. Ratih to the point of shedding tears.

The word now signifies that the Rose has once again assumed the status of a wife.

Her tears trickled, she cried while kissing the back of doctor Malik's first tuk hand.

Then his gaze was fixed on Fatimah who at that time also seemed to repeatedly wipe her happy tears.

"Here dear!", exclaimed the Rose extending her hand towards Fatimah.

Make Fatimah immediately rushed to hug the mother.

Now the two of them cry each other in one embrace.

Repeatedly the Rose kissed Fatimah's forehead at that time.

It was as if her happiness saw Fatimah decide to make a blissful veil more than her own marriage.

"May Istiqomah yes dear!", exclaimed Rose rubbed gently the head of the child.

"God willing mother, pray Fatimah always", timpal Fatimah hugged her mother tighter.

"Mother tipped your sister yes dear, stay with her even though no matter how her attitude to you, make her aware of all her mistakes" said Rose felt very proud of the princess, until Mawar felt that Fatimah was able to change Aqly's bad attitude than she herself as her birth mother.