Istikharah Love Jibril Emerson

Chapter #68 - Becoming Your Mother

The dinner went well even though Arsyad and Aira as well as Micheal and Zenwa were a little late. This was also the first time that both Eliza and her family had joined the Jibril family.

"Oh yeah, Om, where do you want your honeymoon plans?" ask Tanvir in suddenly.

"There is no plan, especially my schedule is quite solid and can not be canceled so," replied Jibril.

"Certainly can you, Om, the boss period can not take off at will?" cetus Tanvir received a reprimand from his mother.

"Tanvir!" Tanvir just glanced at his mother, then he looked at Eliza who was sitting next to Jibril.

"Aunty wants to stay with Om Jibril?" ask Tanvir again who makes everyone laugh.

"Well, I'm Jibril's wife, Tanvir. The time of your father's abode" said Eliza was beyond belief that made everyone stunned.

Especially Zenwa, the woman just gawked while staring at Micheal as if warning of something, making Micheal could only be dumbfounded.

"Eliza, watch your talk" said Mrs Jill. "I'm sorry, Eliza is like this sometimes" he told Zenwa and Micheal.

"It's okay, Auntie, Tanvir are often like this, too" Zenwa said.

While Eliza and Tanvir didn't feel there was anything wrong with their talk, the two people stayed relaxed and just put their shoulders together as everyone stared at them.

Jibril looked at his wife and was surprised to hear Eliza's words. However, Jibril knew Eliza meant nothing.

Dinner resumed with some small talk, the two very different families were so connected and comfortable with each other. It was like they had known each other for a long time. The colors in the chat were more due to the presence of Tanvir, Livia and their two sisters who always made everyone anxious at once upset.

After the dinner, they went home one by one to the house of Jibril, Eliza and of course the parents of Jibril.

Eliza helps her mother-in-law clean the kitchen, occasionally the two also chat lightly and occasionally also Ummi Firda advises Eliza on some matters.

"I hope you always love Jibril, El, because he loves you so much" Ummi Firda said expectantly.

"I also love her very much, Ummi," Eliza replied in a softer tone than usual.

Not long after, Jibril came to the kitchen. He called his wife to pray Isya because they had not prayed.

"Abi and Ummi" replied Eliza.

"That's maghrib, Elizabeth. Now pray Isya," said Jibril who immediately made Eliza pat her own eel.

"Oh yes, I forgot, sorry," he said grimacingly.

"Yes, you pray, this is also done" said Ummi Firda.

Of course it makes Eliza excited, she immediately pulled Jibril's hand and took him to their room when Jibril invited Eliza.

Jibril invited Eliza to ablution, read the reading correctly after which they prayed together.

As a teacher, Eliza followed Jibril's movements as much as she could. Although sometimes he had to peek at Jibril while prostrating, because Eliza could not predict when Jibril would wake up.

Until the last prostration, Jibril prostrated longer as usual and it apparently made Eliza a little confused. He had raised his head, but Jibril was still prostrating. After a few seconds, he raised his head again and Jibril was still prostrating. This made Eliza finally decided to bow down and not raise her head again even though Jibril had sat down, congratulations to Jibril salam/taslim.

After that Jibril turned his head and he frowned in confusion because Eliza was still prostrating. "Eliza?" call Jibril in a low voice, suddenly Eliza instantly raised her face.

"Have you?" eliza asked which made Jibril even more confused.

"Yes, I did" replied Jibril. Eliza smiled happily and sat down cross-legged. "Have you any greetings?" ask Jibril then.

"No, yet" Eliza replied with a slightly puzzled look.

"Greetings first, dear," jibril asked Eliza to keep the prayer order correctly, at least let the woman remember. However, Jibril was stunned when suddenly Eliza pulled her hand and kissed the back of her hand. "This is salim, Eliza," said Jibril with anxiety.

"Continue?" ask Eliza.

"Take to the right and to the left like it was during Maghrib prayer, dear."

"OHHHH"