KEEP THE FAITH (Believe in God)

Marrying

Nia

"I accept the marriage of Nia Rahma binti Fajar Kusuma with a dowry set of prayer tools and cash of 1 jt rupiah paid in cash !" Farhan said the wedding vows calmly and steadily.

"Lawful witnesses ?" said pak penghulu.

"Well, legit !" Some say it is legal .

"Alhamdulillah" everyone was grateful Mr. Penghulu recited the prayer, and the audience guaranteed it with great joy.

Farhan looked at me with sparkling eyes peeking at my forehead in front of his mother and Mr. Penghulu and 4 witnesses, they smiled with applause.

My eyes are still wide in disbelief, is this a dream? Farhan married me, this must be a dream how could it be so fast ? I was still confused between conscious and unconscious, trusting and disbelieving, I just followed my dream path, then we signed the marriage certificate after that home. Now that we were in Farhan's car as the driver, I sat down next to him and Aunt Farida was in the back. Aunt Farida continued to speak so passionately, I was not focused on what she was talking about I stared at Farhan's very bright face a sweet smile kept emanating from her face. But I don't know what I'm feeling right now, empty ? what is my face like now ? I don't know.

When we arrived at Aunt Farida's house, Aunt Farida told me and her son to rest She said that my face was pale like I was sick. We went up to Farhan's room, wait I've never been in Farhan's room. Whether this was really a dream, Farhan opened the door I stared in disbelief, a large bed that looked simple but seemed comfortable, two small tables on the right and left sides of the bed, and two small tables on the left side, brown fur carpet that adorns the floor and there is a long sofa under the bed, a neat work desk, and there are two more doors like it's a closet and the other one is a bathroom, but what amazed me more was the large bookshelf and full of books, wait how many hundred books he had. I looked up to see if this was a dream but how could I possibly describe it in this detail.

Farhan pulled my hand and made me sit on his bed, he looked at me, his face was worried, he touched my forehead with his palm.

"Are you sick ? You look pale you didn't say anything from earlier either ?" He asked with a worried tone.

I was surprised I tried to blink my eyes to wake up from this dream. "No, I'm not papa" I said wrongly.

She smiled and hugged me warmly, "Well, I can't stand it anymore, can I kiss you?" he said while whispering in my ear.

Deg ! I was surprised that I stood dodging, as Farhan was confused by my attitude.He stood up "Why is there anything ?" he was worried again.

"Is this a dream ?" manya curious.

Farhan laughed then he came closer, grabbed my hands and put them on his cheeks, he brought his face closer, what a warm feeling this was, and waiting too close my heart already wanted to jump out my face must be flushed now. "It's not a dream now I'm your husband Nia" he said softly.

I shook my head to take my hand off her cheek and turned to her back "No way, how could it be so fast, only yesterday we were still fighting and we haven't done anything isn't there much to do before getting married" I'm confused I'm shuffling my hair, a habit I do when I'm frustrated, "True, it must be a dream, am I up to a dream like this because I miss you?" I said I still didn't want to look at him, afraid that I was drowning in my imagination.

Farhan clutched me now, smelling my hair softly made my horse's fur creep I wanted to dodge but couldn't get his strength too strong. "What should I do for you to believe that this is not a dream" he said as he continued to kiss me, waiting for him to move to my neck now ahhh, really !

"Wait, wait a minute "He loosened his arms and I turned to look at him, finding out the truth "Are you seriously not a dream?" ask again. He just smiled and nodded. "Then try to hit me ?" I said if it was a dream maybe he would hit me, but he just kept quiet "Hit me if it hurts it's definitely not a dream" .

He seemed to think and smiled he approached and bit my ear, unconsciously I groaned with amusement. "Is that sick?" ask her while smiling. "Haha your face is so red" he said teasing me.

Ahhh I was so embarrassed, I ran to avoid it, fortunately this room is spacious. "Go there, you pervert!" I said when I got to the other side of the bed.

He laughed at me, "Do you want to play a chase now?" He went to bed to catch me.

Ahh makes me anxious myself I ran back to the other side, he just laughed and walked slowly to get close to me, I ran away again and again, occasionally I throw him with pillows and bolsters, I just walk over, the sound of our laughter had filled the room I don't know I didn't think it was possible that the person outside this room could hear it too. The room was a mess of blankets, pillows, bolsters all scattered on the floor making it difficult to move haha but we felt very happy.

"What a lousy base you can't even catch me" I said, which might have made him furious, as he ran and chased me, haha I finally got caught he dropped me into bed with me down and he was on me still resting with his feet, we laughed together while adjusting our breaths, and finally our eyes met.

Farhan looked at me, his eyes were shining his face was really glowing, only the first time I saw this kind of Farhan, I could hear his breath that was wheezing from tired running after me, there was a speck of sweat in his temple, he said, he smiled then kissed my lips without asking first, but I just accepted it by resignedly closing my eyes and serving him. It's not a dream, Farhan is mine now, happy feelings begin to flow filling all the space in my body. I opened my eyes because I felt something on my cheek, I was surprised to see Farhan shed tears, he still continued to kiss me. "Why?" I ask our lips are still stuck.

Farhan opened his eyes, he looked at me I still did not want to let go of his lips, he spoke as I did to him, feeling the vibration of his lips that were talking to our still united breaths, "I love you, he said".

"Why are you crying ?" Ask again.

"Because this happiness is too perfect, I can't stop my tears, if you know how happy I am now, I'm so grateful to be able to marry you Nia" she said gently as her tears continued to drip. He kissed me softly and deeply.

I enjoyed it a moment later biting his lips so that he stopped his action, He understood and stood up, I confirmed my uncomfortable position, I smiled seeing him like a confused child. "Sorry, I'm too fast!" He feels guilty.

Ahh sweetness, I want to bite her again haha what the hell, I smiled and patted the mattress beside me asking her to lie next to me. She followed my will and lay down by my side, I hugged her, ahh for the first time I hugged her a little embarrassed anyway, but don't know ahh. "Thank you, I also feel so happy that it feels like a dream". Farhan began to tilt his body to embrace me, stroking my hair warmly, peeling my head then as usual he put his cheek there. I felt safe in his arms, warm feeling from feeling protected, I put my face on Farhan's chest I could hear his heartbeat, very soothing, I immediately fell asleep in my sleep.

We had dinner together, Aunt Farida was so nice, she treated me like her own son even seemed to love me more than Farhan.

I put rice on Farhan's plate, my face flushed red because my own imagination this is what a wife should do for her husband hehe. But Farhan stopped my hand and told me that he could take it for himself, I felt disappointed without me noticing that I had even folded my lips in annoyance.

"Hey Farhan, let your wife do it, look she's upset" Aunt Farida looks so happy to tease us.

Finally Farhan let me get food for him, we ate quietly while talking casually like family.

After dinner we finished relaxing again while watching television, Aunt Farida told me many things about her late husband and Farhan, She said that if they really looked alike, Farhan just kept listening, he said, tumben he did not interrupt or get angry when his mother told him about the massalu. Moreover, the aunt said that Farhan was actually a very weak child he even liked to cry in his mother's arms, haha made me not believe, saw Farhan who was like this crying, crying, can she cry because of what ? Is it because of women, I dare not ask I just smile while assuring aunt's words. Handsome and perfect mana may cry because of the girl, who there are girls who will cry because they are rejected by her, like I huhu she just left me . I recalled the incident in the art room, just be careful if he dared to do that again, I looked at him with a cynical smile.

Basically he doesn't care about me and instead coolly takes his coffee cup, and drinks the coffee. Makes me grumble on my own, damn why does he look handsome.

The next night we slept together, I couldn't sleep maybe because I was asleep, or maybe because...

Deg deg! My heart cannot be conditioned, seeing his handsome face this close, how can I sleep. I turned my body to her back trying to breathe regularly to neutralize my heart.

The deg!!! Farhan hugged me, his hands curled around my stomach, I fell silent not moving trying to close my eyes.Wait! The fur of my horse goosebumps Farhan back kissing me, his hair, neck, and hands are no longer conditioned.I turned to look at him, Farhan lowered his head as if his face was flushed red. "You haven't slept?" my many.

"I can't take it anymore, can I do it!" the answer is still down. Making me feel guilty, I approached and kissed her cheek. He looked at me, I smiled and nodded.

He woke up, now his position was on my body with both legs and his left hand resting on the mattress, supporting his weight so as not to fall on me. His right hand stroked my hair, flicking a few hairs that covered my face behind my ears, and I closed my eyes, waiting for what he would do to me. One kiss was allowed, nosed, cheeks, ears, neck he stopped there breathing softly while whispering "His I love you!".

I smiled and stroked her hair "I love you too, Farhan" gave a kiss on her head, we also had a husband and wife relationship .

Kyaaak, Nia you want to know who can make Farhan cry? Stupid, isn't that yourself !! Hehe ^