Khadijah the Angel of My Heaven

Chapter 22. The Second

For almost a week some preparations had been made by Umi Fatimah for the second marriage of the son, he was so happy. Although the wedding this time impressed simple and invited the nuclear family only, but he was very enthusiastic to decorate his own backdrop for his son's marriage contract later.

Some days, she also brought her future daughter-in-law and her besi for shopping for their children's wedding needs later, from shopping for wedding dresses to her second wedding ring.

While Azril and Alia were just silent resignedly, they only hoped that fate could thwart all this.

Azril and Nabila's marriage was agreed, to be held on Tuesday morning and held at Pak Faruq's mansion.

Getting closer to her husband's wedding day, Alia seemed to have no spirit of life anymore, she cried and grieved in silence, but in front of her husband and family she was cheerful as usual.

While Azril was still always warm and loving, she continued to convince the wife if only Alia was in her heart, although Alia herself was still doubtful of her husband's feelings.

That morning when the wedding was about to take place, Alia woke her husband up for dawn prayers. She knew that she and her husband both had a hard time closing their eyes last night and were only able to sleep in the early hours.

"Bang, let's get up! We pray at dawn together." said Alia shaking the body of the husband.

Azril blinked his eyes slowly and saw the face of his beloved wife, she smiled and got out of bed.

The two also performed the morning prayers as usual.

When the sun had revealed his smile in the clouds, the state of the mansion had begun to bustle.

Alia went downstairs to help the servants prepare the food that would be served to the extended family and the bride's family. Although his heart was not okay that day, but he always smiled and was cheerful as usual.

All the servants there looked at Alia with full glances. How can a woman as good and patient as that be expected? It's not fair to think they.

They did not know what the real problem was, but they were very salute to their young miss, her nonanya not showing her sadness at all in front of everyone.

One of the servants approached Alia who was busy decorating the wedding cake.

"Non Alia, are you done? Looks like the young master is calling you." said the waiter.

"Astaghfirullah Hal'adhim.. I forgot to take care of my husband because of this beautiful cake" said Alia smiling because she realized her mistake.

She had wanted to help for a while and brought her husband breakfast to their room, but because she was chatting with the waiters and was so serious about decorating the cake she forgot her purpose.

Alia brought her husband breakfast upstairs.

After the departure of her young Miss the servants whispered in praise of her.

"Non Alia can still smile and act ordinary, try me so she must have been crying all day in the room" said one of the servants.

"When I become Miss, I may run away because I'm not strong, or even kill myself." said one of them.

"Truly a great woman to Non Alia,"

"Ehem!" suddenly Umi Fatimah came from behind them.

"Ma.. Forgive us, ma'am,"

"Don't gossip early in the morning! Hurry up and do your job, the bride is coming!"

"Baa.. Good big madam."

The servants went back to perform their duties.

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Alia went into the room, and saw the husband sitting on the balcony blankly, still wearing his clothes. Then she walked closer to her husband.

"Hi dear," said Alia smiling sweetly.

"Al!" Azril looked over.

"Why not change your clothes? It seems like the bride is coming soon," Alia reminded.

"Al, sit here." Azril patted the empty space beside his seat.

Alia nodded and sat next to her husband, still carrying a tray containing breakfast for her husband.

"Do you not want this marriage to happen Al? Are you really willing to marry again, baby?"

"Aren't we talking about it, baby? Whatever I will do sincerely for the sake of happiness Brother," Alia smiled sweetly.

"Please stop me Al, then we'll get as far away from here as possible! I really don't want to hurt your heart,"

"Don't disappoint the Umi bang! Look umi is very happy with your marriage, do you want to make Umi sad and disappointed? She is the most meritorious woman in your life and heaven is under her feet" Alia advised.

"But Al,"

"Have a bang, don't think too much of me! I'm fine, let's have breakfast! I bribed my husband" said Alia, who had pointed her spoon at her husband's mouth.

Azril opened his mouth and accepted food from his wife. He looked at his wife's face wistfully and occasionally kissed the back of her hand.

Azril wore a black suit and a white shirt, not forgetting the white flowers tucked in his pocket.

"Shelf my husband! Don't be nervous, Ijab kabul dear! Don't get me wrong with my name!" seductive Alia while tidying her husband's hair.

She held back all her might so that her tears would not fall in front of her husband.

"It would seem wrong, but just let people know that I love you the same way!" azril said he didn't care.

"Issha.. Wombal! Let me get you your shoes first!" said Alia who went to get her husband's shoes.

Azril looked at her reflection in front of the glass, she recalled her marriage to Alia first. Although her marriage to Alia was not based on love, but she felt happy on that day, in contrast to her marriage this time, she did not feel happy in the slightest and felt like she wanted to leave home.

"Tock.. Geck.."

Suddenly the sound of knocking on the door blew his daydream.

"Ril are you ready?" asked Umi Fatimah from behind the door.

"Umi, just wear shoes!" azril answered and opened the door for her mother.

"Let's Ril down, the bride's entourage is coming!"

"Yes umi, wait."

Alia who heard the voice of her mother-in-law immediately came out of the walk in closet and began to pair shoes for her husband.

"Let me wear it myself, baby!" azril said to prevent Alia's hand.

"It's okay, baby, it's my brother!" alia and Azril could only obey.

After Azril was ready, Umi Fatimah took her son and brought him down.

"In the meantime, let's wait for Alia!" prevent Azril.

"Alia hasn't changed clothes in a long time! So let's get him down by himself later, come on, let's get down now!" utim Fatimah kekeh.

"But umi.."

"It's okay bang, Bang Azril same Umi down first, soon I follow" said Alia smiled gently.

"That's right! Your wife doesn't mind, let's donk ril!"

Umi Fatimah pulled her son's hand and invited him to come down to greet the guests and the bride's entourage.

"You're coming down, baby! I'm waiting for you!"

Alia nodded and let her husband down with her mother-in-law, while she still had to prepare.

After the departure of her husband, Alia's tears could not be dammed anymore. She was crying so hard, her heart was so sad to let her husband get married again. He did say he could be sincere but his heart could not lie, in fact he was still difficult to accept this situation.

A few minutes later, the bride's entourage had arrived.

Nabila and her family sparkled happily, warmly welcomed by the future husband and family.

She looks shy when dealing with her future husband.

While Azril was just ordinary, he lowered his face more and did not say much.

They are now sitting on chairs and tables that will be used for marriage contracts, but unfortunately a few minutes waiting for the pak penghulu has not come.

When Abah Faruq asked his confidants, they said that the headman they appointed had suddenly had a small accident on the highway and had to be treated briefly in the hospital.

Azril breathed a little relieved, he hoped that the ruler would not come at all.

Unlike Nabila and his family, they become tense and agitated for fear that this marriage will fail.

Until Abah Nabila told Abah Faruq to invite one of his friends who also works as a ruler, and Abah Faruq also agreed.

After half an hour of waiting, finally some people wearing shirts and suits entered the mansion.

"Is this really Mr Faruq Mohammad's residence?"

"Yes right, I'm Mr. Faruq," Abah replied looking at the men and approaching them.

"Are you the one who was asked to come here by Mr. Sharif?" ask Abah Faruq.

While Abah Syarif himself became confused, he thought his friend could come but why his friend even told others to come.

"Who is Mr Sharif? I'm sorry we don't know that name, and our goal here is not to be a penghulu" one of them said.