
While in Mecca the family of Pak Sudarmono and the family of Pak Yandi have completed their umrah worship.
There are still 3 more days before their return, they use to travel to historic places in the holy land.
In between lunch, Sudarmono again talked about his plan to make Ditha as his son-in-law.
"Yes, our son was ready, after he prayed istikharah in the Grand Mosque, he told us that he was ready to accept Aryo."
"Alhamdulillaaaah." says it all at once.
"Dad how about we just do Ijab kabul here? let it be history for our marriage." proposes Aryo.
"Well that's a good idea, how about Mr. Yandi?"
"I'll go with you, whatever's best."
"Then we meet our guidance counselor ustadz yes, let's help take care of it."
Incidentally, Mr. Ustadz was in the restaurant, they also invited Mr. ustadz to talk about their intentions, Mr. ustadz would help, until an agreement was reached, the wedding will be held in 3 days in the morning before they return to Indonesia in the afternoon.
They also immediately look for anything needed for the event, no need to party because the event will be held in one of the mosques there, the party will be held in Indonesia only.
While still traveling to historic places in the holy land, they shop for souvenirs for neighbors and all wedding souvenirs Aryo and Ditha.
For the rest of their journey, before saying his ijab kabul, Ditha and Aryo did not talk at all, everything they wanted to say they conveyed through their parents, even though they were in one place, they even try not to get close together let alone look, both of them really keep themselves before their relationship is halal in the eyes of religion.
Every time prayer arrives, all family members perform their prayers join the congregation, do not forget for Aryo and Ditha pinned do'a so that their marriage is launched and get a marriage that Sakinah Mawadah Wa Rohmah.
Every day pak ustadz did not tire of lecturing the two bride-to-be how they would lead a married life.
Until his arrival on the appointed day, the wedding ceremony was held sacred.
Ijab kabul said by Aryo fluently and all family members say hamdalah, Ditha kissed the back of Aryo's hand as the beginning of her service to her husband, the wedding was closed with a bow to the parents of the two brides.
Because the time is very close to their return to Indonesia, then after the event is over they are ready to go home.
Because it is halal, Aryo also began to often be near Ditha, helping Ditha lift her suitcase and others.
Ditha was embarrassed to see her husband serving her.
"Yes, your cheeks are getting red, is it hot? Could it be that the egg will mature if I stick it to your cheek?"Aryo Goda.
"Son, don't focus on me, focus on our return first, we'll miss the plane."
" Oh, why are we playing here."
"I'm already ah, I'm just following you" said Ditha while pretending to snack, speeding up his pace following his father.
Aryo smiled at his wife's behavior, and followed his wife's steps.
"Why are you?" asked Laila, the soul of the opera was stirring.
"Eeeeuuw mother really ask, does the mother want another new spell? let me say ijab kabul again bun?"
"Dad you mean, I envy the kids?"
"Yes maybe, in the new manten there are 3 pairs, the time the mother wants to follow."
All who wanted to get on the plane laughed, laughed at the two of them, while the three bridal couples they meant only smiled shyly.
In the plane all pilgrims are holawat, there are also those who choose sunah prayer, because it is late afternoon and almost magrib, the journey is still long, they remain solemn to worship.
Almost 12 hours drive until they arrived in the village, all still gathered in the nearest villa, the day returned early, all the servants were busy welcoming them, and preparing everything.
Ditha went into her room to clean up, they had breakfast together at the airport, so Ditha wanted to rest first she thought.
Finished bathing and changing clothes, she came out of the bathroom and was surprised to see Aryo was already there.
"Big brother here??"
"Yes, why?"
"Yes but..but.yes Allaah!" Ditha patted his forehead.
"Why are you, are you okay?" aryo said as she approached Ditha.
Ditha was confused whether she should back off or just be quiet.
"Hey my wife you're beautiful."
"What Is.wife.hahaha, sorry brother I forgot that we are married."
"Well you're still jet lag, your hair is nice" said Aryo stroking Ditha's hair.
Ditha was still uncomfortable, she also patted her forehead again, because she felt there was no one in the room other than her, so she did not use her hijab.
Seeing Ditha's strange behavior, Aryo only frowned.
"You rest first, I'll take a shower."
"Yes, my brother, sit up all the time."
Then Aryo entered the bathroom, while Ditha went up to the bed and broke down, she wanted to rest for a while.
In the living room was still full of their luggage.
Mr. Yandi told their art to put the suitcases and boxes in one of the empty rooms in the villa.
Then all rest before returning to their homes.
Out of the bathroom, Aryo sees his wife who is asleep exhausted.
He smiled at finally being able to be with the woman he wanted, right said his parents, by pursuing God you can get everything, while if you only pursue your love, you will lose everything.
To Allah he bestows his mind and love, nothing can stand in the way of God if He wills.
Slowly Aryo lay down beside Ditha, while looking at the beautiful and shady face of his wife, he did not stop smiling and giving thanks, what he had achieved, what he had achieved, even with great patience.
Tucked do'a in his heart may his household be far from the trials that disturb the peace of their lives.
Looking at the face of his wife who fell asleep quietly over time Aryo also fell asleep.
About 2 hours Ditha was asleep, she woke up to a noise outside, back she was shocked because Aryo was beside her.
"This is so if the marriage is sudden, the innate is shocked because it is not mentally ready" he muttered while patting his forehead.
" For a long time your forehead can be sunken dear if you keep patting." said Aryo.
Ditha just smiled at him, why was she talking to herself, until she did not realize that the person next to her was awake.
"People outside the kayak are so busy, brother?"
"Hmm, yes, said our mother selamatan first, only later to return to their respective homes, in preparation for our wedding reception."
"Oooh.ayo let's see what we can do for you."
"I want us to stay at my sister's house the first time I go to town, it's fun, my stuff is still there."
"Yes there is indeed comfortable, and not far from my job, will you still work at your company dear?"
"Hhmmm kayaknya not kak kak, I will have given responsibility to Kak Hadi, while sister Yayan has been active in his expedition company here, so I want to return to my hobby only, I want to return to my hobby, good job at home, brother."
"Hahaha.you are indeed a hermit girl."
"Oh brother, I want to take a peek at what people are doing, brother, soon dzuhur we pray together."
"Yes, come on."
The two of them went out of the room and saw the bustle of people, all the art of their houses gathered, and they were very busy preparing their salvation, outside standing tents and carpets already on the title.
There are no seats there because the event is held with lesehan, the agenda will be filled in lectures by famous ustadz.
Officials and residents in two villages and employees of their companies were invited to attend the event.
After the dzuhur prayer and lunch all family members are ready to start the event.
Guests have come one by one, some are entourage, they enter and everyone gets souvenirs from Mecca, then enter and sit in the place that has been provided.
Before long the venue was full, and the show began.
All those present were especially listening to the lecture from ustadz, interspersed with laughter when there was something funny from the lecture of the ustadz.
By the time Ashar, the lecture was over, the audience had started to move home, back when they came home they got a consumption box to take home.
Relieved the event went smoothly, the two families were newly united through the marriage of Ditha and Aryo continue to perform the Ashar prayer congregation, with Aryo as the priest.
After the prayer, they sat in a circle while chatting and listening to a short lecture from Mr. Ustadz about marriage according to religious point of view, Aryo and Ditha mangosteen listened to him.
When he's done, Mr. ustadz says goodbye.
Mr. Sudarmono and Ms. Laila said goodbye to go back to their home.
"We go back home, Mr. Yandi, thank God everything was launched, hopefully it is always smooth and happy until you have children and grandchildren, aaamiiiin."
"Aaamiiiin." answered the others simultaneously.
" Did you spend the night here, Mr. Sudarmono? Isn't he still tired? "
" Ah had enough rest earlier, in the event also a lot of sitting so it is not how tired. "
" Oh well then, we should take a lot of rest again, because after this the preparations for the children's reception. "
" Right sir, let's bun go home first. "
" Yes dad, Aryo...Ditha mother and father go home first yes, later we will talk again for your reception yes. "give Laila to the child and her ex.
" Yes mother." said Aryo and Ditha together then both greeted and kissed the back of his parents' hands.
"All right, we're saying goodbye, assalamu aleikum."
" Of alaikumsalam."
Mr. Sudarmono and Ms. Laila also walked out of the house and took a car to go home to them.
Everyone sat back and chatted, the art enthusiastically listened to the story of Miss Silma, how their Umrah journey, especially the wedding of Ditha and Aryo which was held in the morning before returning to Indonesia.
Mang Karim who has a nosy soul teases Ditha.
" Waaaah...so your first night on the plane? Super jet lag dong's. "
"Mamaang is nothing.!! " ditha said ashamedly.
" Hahahaha.." Everyone present laughed, Ditha's cheeks became red.
" Yes humour, your cheeks are getting red" said Aryo teasing his wife.
" Back!! " cried Ditha while hitting Aryo's arm.
"Oh...sick know slowly I'm still a virgin.!" aryo said while stroking his real arm no pain.
"Could you please be quiet.?" ditha almost whispered.
"Hahahaha.." everyone laughed at the new couple's behavior.
It did not feel the adhan Magrib reverberating, everyone was getting ready for congregational prayer, and Aryo became a priest again.
After their prayers returned with the busyness of each one who prepared dinner there who went into the room where the cardboard boxes filled with sovenir, the men just sat while chatting in the living room.
Before long the dishes were ready, they all dined, all of them sat down in the living room, which was indeed all the sofas placed outside the villa.
There was no difference between master and art, they were all sitting on the floor, having dinner together.
After eating arrived the time of Isya prayer, back they pray together.
Late at night, Ditha and Aryo enter their room.
" Thank God, today was good" said Aryo.
" Yes, my sister, we returned in Indonesia safely, and healthy no less than one thing, my grandmother also seemed happy, although still a small pilgrimage but at least her ideals were fulfilled."
" Thank God." said Aryo was unceasingly grateful.
" Dear...may I cash is it my duty to give you your rights as my wife?"
" Insha Allah may my sister." replied Ditha, looking down in shame.
" Bismillah......" Aryo read the do''a before touching his wife, in the hope that God would hear and grant her prayers in order to be given the offspring of the sholeh and the sholeh....****....
Although tired of serving her husband Ditha still clean up before going to bed, the pain he did not care anymore for the sake of health, she saw her husband was asleep.
" Ke get up first."
" Hhhmmm what? want again? " said Aryo while lazy but smiling nosily.
"That's not it, wash it first just sleep, let's go."
"Hhhmmm yes Iaaaang." Aryo gets up and goes to the bathroom.
Without waiting for her husband Ditha to lie down and fall asleep.
"Deeeeeeeuwww..he sleeps... hmmmm beautiful." said Aryo after coming out of the bathroom, he turned off the lights and slept hugging his wife.
All the residents were sound asleep lulled in each other's beautiful dreams.
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