
Zahra saw the car speeding up and disappeared from her sight.
"Why should this be? Why is this feeling present between us if we can't be together?" inner Zahra.
"Astaghfirullah O Allah! Forgive the servant who still leaves a complaint in this heart for what you have written for the servant."
Said the girl rubbing her chest. He realized, just a moment ago he had involuntarily complained over the divine's provisions.
...
Unbelievably, the awaited day arrived as well.
This morning, the Gibran residence felt many times busy.
"Sister...!"
Of the many words that Zahra wanted to string together for her twin brother, in fact only one word that she could say and tears had soaked her cheeks.
Happiness, gratitude and haru. Combined into one. On the way to the big day, her brother.
Sultan who has been dressed neatly with the help of his sister. Focusing his gaze on his sister who seemed to have difficulty making her voice.
The man clad in bridal clothes, hugged his sister affectionately. Without the brother saying, Sultan knew very well what was in his brother's heart.
"What is the big day of this big brother, even brother accompanied by tears from brother's favorite sister. heh?" said the Sultan softly, while rubbing his sister's head.
Zahra, stretch her arms with her sister. Then he raised his face to look at his brother.
"Don't cry, you promised not to let someone drop your tears. But it is precisely the brother who is the cause of these precious tears spilled." said Sultan.
Zahra smiled and said "these are tears of happiness sis."
"Even so. Big brother still did not willingly wet the tears on the beautiful face of this big sister's sister."
Sultan is not tired of looking at the beautiful face and shade of the younger brother. The face that he had admired as a man to a woman when the two had not yet known each other the truth of their relationship.
In my heart the man was so grateful. Because the woman he admired with personality and because of his work was a sister who for a dozen years separated from him.
The man had always hoped to be close to Zahra the idol. And there is no closer connection for the Sultan than the blood relation.
Even though it is not just blood terms of closeness of a relationship. Like for example his relationship with both foster parents and God willing the husband and wife relationship that will be established with him and Melati who soon. But, more than all that. In reality, blood relationships remain the deepest. A relationship that cannot be broken by anything.
Both are deeply absorbed in each other's feelings.
"You know Zahra? When we first met in person on the street before your da'wah event at home at that time? You almost got hit by my car because I was in such a hurry to see firsthand the indictment of a Zahra who had long been my idol... Ah, big brother didn't even apologize for yelling at you back then.
"I'm sorry, brother! Sorry because at our first meeting my brother raised his voice to you" said Sultan full of regret who was immediately greeted by the trinket by Zahra.
"No brother. Although at first Zahra was a little upset at that time. But Zahra did not put on a temper tantrum. There is nothing to forgive. Precisely Zahra is grateful, because of the meeting then there is also the next meeting. And now we're together."
"You know the deck? My brother often felt like he was in a dream. Dream of having a sister like an angel. Even my sister prayed sometimes, if this was all a dream. Brother willing to sleep forever so that this dream continues beautifully." said Sultan, back to pull his sister in his arms.