LIGHT FOR SHARIEF

CHAPTER 7

"Mas sharief, consider me the father of the light, as a father the father advised to mas sharief, the father of the light nitip, keep watch, protect and make him the jewelry and light of your house, which you know,during this time she was a polite girl and sholehah, even if only 2 years old father knew her , all this time he never did neko neko neko, so the father was also shocked by the events that just happened".

"Yes sir, God will guard, protect him, keep his good name and make his wife and understanding of the afterlife, with the words of bismillahbornrahmanirrahim, begging light for the life of the world and the hereafter" said syarief loud

"Do you speak Arabic or Bahasa Indonesia?"ask mr. kyai.

"indonesian language only sir, I'm afraid if later wrong mahroj and tajwidnya will change the meaning" replied syarief.

"Well, son is right if wrong, this relationship can be haram, son of light, is ready to be the wife of mas sharief, the world of the hereafter?"ask mr. kyai.

"God willing" answered the light.

"As a wife you must obey, do your duty well, take good care of the husband's name, take care of his property and dignity, serve him with sincerity and a smile, his riddho is god, according to where the husband lives,both joy and sorrow, as well as taking good care of yourself" Pak Kyai advised the light like his own daughter

The light nodded, her tears fell slowly, she recalled her parents.

Mr. Kyai grasped the syarief's hand tightly and uttered the akad.

"Brother of muhammad syarief amirullah bin kurniawan, I marry and marry you with my daughter light nuril jannah bint the late syaifudin with a dowry a diamond necklace and a sum of 1 million rupiah in cash paid"mr. Kyai said loudly and firmly, pressing his hand to the syarief.

"I received the marriage and the marriage of nuril jannah bint the deceased Syaifudin with the dowry paid in cash"syarief with one breath recited the qobul ijab.

"How's it?"ask penghulu.

"Well, right" answered the present, his voice filled the mosque.

Pak Kyai continued with the prayer reading praying for the newly married couple.

Then the sharief turns to wear a necklace that becomes his dowry, and pray for his wife.on the crown of the head of the syarief reads the prayer "Allahumma baarikli fi expert wa baarik li-ahli fiyya warzuqhum minni warzuqniy minhum"while rubbing the head of light and then pecking at the head of light.

Hanif and her husband who perpetuated the sacred and simple moment

"Aamiin, you are legally a husband and wife, may be a family that is sadinah mawadah, warohmah"pak kyai,bu nyai, pak lurah, as well as some residents congratulate and pray to the newly halal couple.

But outside the citizens who are already shirked and do not like the light, even back to berate and expel them.

Mr. Lurah came out to calm his people.

"Relax, now the light has become the responsibility of the sharief, give them a moment, so that they may be able to, for a moment, and I will ask all of you, whether you are better than the light and the sharief,teach me, and whether your sons and daughters are also very good, can keep your good name and himself, then what will you do if this event happens to you ha!"pak Lurah is furious with the citizens who want to be alone and pretentious.

"Large pairs of glass, in each house, and self-introspection" he added.

Residents who were enthusiastic about insulting them, there were a thousand languages, they immediately dispersed and returned to their homes.

"Better yourself good son, as good as the palace then the better the husband's house"bu nyai hugged and rubbed the head of light.

"Often playing here, you can miss you aya, hanif's baby already think of you like your own sister"

"thank you mbak,umi,abah, pak lurah,aya pamit, I will miss this place, and God willing will play here later" said the light.

He took syarief to his small contract.

"Please enter the mas, sorry the house is just like this, mas arif just sit down first, I will take care of my clothes, and return the key to Pak lurah"

Syarief, entering the house, not the house anymore but the room, because there is only 1 room, for the room and others.he felt moved, because his fate was better than his wife.

"Masyaallah, at a very young age, he already felt the bitterness of living on the bottom line"in syarief.

"Want to drink?"aya offers syarief a drink.

"No need to deck, we're done, then go to night, it's almost midnight.

The light nodded, and immediately put his clothes into the bag.

"come on!"bring light.

"This is your stuff?"ask syarief.

"Yes mas, this dress, the others have Pak lurah and mr. kyai, give back the key first yes".

They returned to the house of Mr. Lurah, returned the contract key to Pak lurah.

Syarief rode his motorcycle back to his contract, but this time it was different, now he took a beautiful girl who had just become his legal wife.his dream of having a wife who closed his aura is granted, he said,not through the zahra of the girl who fought and he loved, but from a girl who accidentally on his jump in the middle of the journey, even immediately married.

"With the mas house later also small you know, not much different from the house in aya"syarief began the discussion, so as not to sleep on the road.

"It's okay, the important thing is there is a shelter and as said by Pak kyai earlier, as good as the palace of the husband's house is the best, insyaallah aya iklhas" replied aya.

"thank you yes, you grip a bit strong yes, the mass will speed a little so that it is fast to home" said syarief, he increased the speed of the motor

The light nodded and placed his hands tighter to Sharief's waist, his chest pauses, pounding, the first time the light was in the bell of a man like this, their position was quite close.

The same thing is felt by the syarief, he thumped, and his heart was like a disco, not even like he was time with zahra.in addition to the cold pierced into the bones of the syarief,his jacket was still in the light.

30 Minutes drive they get to an alley where Syarief lives.syarief bring the light to where mr rt first, fortunately rt sir has not slept, the house is still crowded because the front of his house is used patrol/night guard