Love Flips At The End of the Season

WEDDING DAY

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Fatim Room ....

At midnight Fatim woke up because his phone was ringing, he rubbed his eyes to look towards the hanging wall clock.

*ehmm it's still two o'clock in the morning, but who's calling or not, mama ...*

Fatim immediately grabbed his phone, he was worried that it was his mother who called because of illness or need help.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma! Hello mom why shut up?" Fatim continued to talk without seeing the name of the contact on his phone.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," replied the voice across the phone.

*why are the voices of men? Was mom kidnapped? But how the criminals use answer greetings all.*

Fatim was still engrossed in his daydream until the voice across the phone that was still in his grasp spoke again.

"Dad! You're still there, right?" abaz's voice threw down Fatim's daydream.

"Eh i-iya, w-why is the sister who called not mama?" tanya Fatim.

"Yes, brother is your mother's time or sister's mother, this is your sister's mobile number. You haven't hooked up yet, abis getting out of bed?" There was laughter across the phone.

"Yes, how can I call at this hour? Brother not sleeping?" Fatim scratched his head.

"Sister just finished the evening prayer and salat istikharah, you have evening prayer?"

"Wait a minute, what is this prayer?" ask Fatim who does not understand it.

"It is prayer to ask God for guidance such as you are faced with a difficult choice, like your brother today." Abas explained to Fatim patiently.

"So I can also pray istikharah dong?" ask Fatim lugu.

"Are you facing a difficult choice?" ask Abas again.

"Yes, my sister, tomorrow I will also be in the room at the wedding said my mother, but I do not know who my prospective man, acquaintances also do not know how to play lamar alone." Fatim pouted even though Abas could not see his face.

"Why can we have the same fate, Dek?" Abas felt strange and confused.

"Because we were meant to be together, brother. But the fact is we can't be together, hiks ... hiks ..." sobbed Fatim occasionally while protecting his snot.

"Hhh you're a slob, Dek. Go to the bathroom first, take the snot out." Abas spoke while laughing.

*Yes Rabb hopefully this smile will always be there for both of us even though we will be separated later.*

"Yes, I closed it. Want to go to the bathroom all wudu want the prayer that was, what's the name?" ask Fatim again.

"Istikharah, Deck!" greet Abas again.

"Hmm why else, brother?"

"Ana uhibuki fillah" said Abas, wiping away his tears. He is happy to be able to express his heart, and he is sad because he cannot have his love.

"Gue doesn't understand what you're saying but it sounds beautiful in my ear, thank you, sister." Fatim ended his call with a greeting which Abaz answered with a greeting as well.

After finishing the call Fatim immediately berwudu and salat istikharah. At the end of his prayer he asked to be given the best soul mate to accompany his journey and struggle in achieving the happiness of the world and the hereafter.

After Fatim returned the fall, for some reason after the prayers all there was only a shadow of Abas' face, he immediately beristiqfar and tried to close his eyes. Until he finally rested again.

Meanwhile, in the boarding house of Abas residence, all of them are no longer sleeping they are busy preparing everything for the application event, not a few santriwati who have to swallow their disappointment because their adored man will propose to an ordinary girl instead of a cottage girl. They of course feel that Abas candidates are nothing compared to them.

"How, Umi?" Grace approached her lover.

"Allah's Inshaa is ready, Abi." Mary smiled at her husband.

"Okay after dawn we leave hopefully all smoothly and no obstacles." Grace smiled holding his wife's hand.

"Aamiin," answered Maryam smilingly looking at her husband.

Everyone is ready for the dawn prayer. They all prayed together in the great mosque of the cottage. Including Abas and his family.

After the completion of the prayer all have focused on delivering the departure of the Abas family for a proposal as well as marriage. But because the walimahannya not only marriage, then the only departure is nuclear family and close friends only. Not only Abas but all the santri who came to deliver so curious, who is the girl who will accompany their best friend later?

The bridal troupe has left Bandung for Jakarta. Meanwhile, the Fatim residence had all been preparing since dawn, but only certain people were present because this marriage was still kept secret from the public including the media. A massive inauguration will be held when both of them have finished college. Later the children of the orphanage, and the children under the bridge will be present at the banquet only.

Nadya seemed to have been pacing back and forth checking the readiness for her show but she had not seen her daughter come down from her room on the second floor.

"Bi! Fatim hasn't come down yet?" Nadya looked up at the second floor stairs.

"It doesn't seem like it yet, Mom. Do I need to check and wake up, non Fatim?" Bi Ijah looked at his master with a smile.

"No need, Bi. Let me just go up to her room." Nadya passed from the face of bi Ijah after patting his shoulder.

Nadya slowly climbed to the second floor. Arriving at Fatim's room he seemed to stick his ear to the door but was silent, like there was no movement there.

Clamps!

Nadya opened the door, because it had become a habit of her daughter since childhood not to lock the door. This began when Fatim was five years old, he had slept in his own room and often locked the door and somehow on that fateful day he was locked in the bathroom so that almost a day he was locked which made him end up in the hospital due to suffocation and coldness. The bathroom and bedroom door were forced to rescue him.

After looking at the contents of his daughter's neat room, Nadya smiled. But his eyes still swept through the room to find the figure he was looking for.

"Where is he? Why is the room empty? He didn't run away?" muttered Nadya to herself until her gaze focused on the open balcony door, worry clearly tethered on the face of the mother.

Nadya quickly entered and headed for the balcony, but she was stunned to see a very adorable sight. Where his daughter fell asleep on the balcony chair is still wrapped in mukena and prayer mats in his arms.

Instantly the idea of ignorance appeared in Nadya's mind to prank her daughter. Immediately he took the water and sprinkled it slowly on the face of the princess who was sound asleep.

"Rain! It's raining! It's a shame to wake up this fast is very dense," cried Nadya while continuing to splash water. Instantly the newly opened Fatim jumped from the chair and ran into his room by closing the balcony door.

Seeing his daughter who was like a daze made Nadya unable to hold back her laughter, she left her daughter on her own balcony. Fatim who had just realized the situation immediately reopened the balcony door.

"Yamaoooooooo!" fatim shouted with a sullen face.

"Ehmm," replied Fatim briefly without spirit.

"Now you take a bath, who will make your makeup has come since morning. Mama wants the only princess of this mama puppet to look beautiful and graceful, so that the prince who will edit you will be enchanted." Nadya kissed her daughter's forehead gently.

Fatim went back into the room, took off his face and took a bath. When out there are already two women who are still quite young, they are the ones who will make themselves look different today.

"How is it, brother is ready?" ask one of the women in yellow hijab, her face beautiful and ayu.

"That's how it is" replied Fatim casually.

"You're very young but you want to get married, did you fill it up first?" ask the woman to smile.

*Nih busy people are very similar to people's business, just wait for me to work in.*

"Yes, I was filled just now" replied Fatim casually.

"Astaqfirullah halazdim." The woman covered her mouth while the other woman looked at Fatim with a little displeasure.

"Why? Surprised mom? Yes yes I have the contents of my stomach using rice plus vegetables and fried tempe equal to a glass of warm milk. Is there anything else?" Fatim glared comically towards the two.

"Oh thank goodness, I thought this was another content. Let's start with ya." The woman shifted the subject.

Without them realizing Nadya heard their conversation.

"You guys pay to make up not to ask, as long as you know my daughter is a nice girl and has never been touched by any man. And it's best to go back to the initial deal. If until this is revealed to the public you know for yourself what the consequences are." Nadya stared intently at the two.

"Well, Mom. We understand." Both nodded and bowed.

"Come, Brother." Both are headed for the dresser.

For almost an hour they put on Fatim and the results were amazing, both of them looked amazed. The face of the girl they make up is basically already pretty with a little make over so beautiful is amazing.

Fatim wore a white kebaya in the shape of a rosette with a golden rose motif along the gamisnya, not to forget the diamond decoration on each rosebud that is circular like a sash but attached to the robe makes a Fatim look like a princess of the king. Nadya who went into the room to check and ricek the state of her daughter became very amazed.

"Hows it? Is it si-." Nadya ternggangga see the beauty of her daughter.

"Subhanallah you are so beautiful, dear!" Nadya hugged her daughter.

"Good thanks, Ma." Fatim smiled which made her even more beautiful.

"You can come down if everyone says SAH, okay. Now mama stay a little while longer the groom's entourage until." Nadya looks very happy. She also looks very beautiful in a white kebaya similar to Fatim, only hers is not a robe.

Meanwhile, the groom's entourage has arrived, Nadya deliberately did not welcome his ex-wives he instead asked bi Ijah to welcome him. He did not want Abas to recognize him because they had met.

Both Abas parents who already know do not take a headache, after a welcoming event welcomes them immediately to the place of agreement.

"Hows it? Is everything ready? If we start it." Pak Penghulu invites everyone to the place of agreement.

Seen the face of Abas who is also very handsome in a white kun shirt with black cotton pants, and a sarong cloth wrapped around the waist, is very extraordinary.

"Are you ready, son?" ask pak penghulu.

"God's Inshaa" Abaz replied slowly.

"Okay we start." Pak Penghulu immediately extended his hand to Pram who would become Fatim's guardian of marriage.

"I married my idol named Fatimah Ananbra to you with the dowry of Ar Rahman's surah and a set of salat tools paid in cash."

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Fatimah Ananbra bint Bramantio with the dowry that is cash."

*Why does this name feel familiar to me, do I know him? Inner Abas.*

How, sah?"

"Hhhhhhhh!" answer everything simultaneously.

*I did not hear wrong, the voice was like the voice of Pop, yes Robb if I am wrong if I still hope there is a miracle, Inner Fatim.*

"Okay now call the bride" said Penghulu after Abas recited Ar Rahman's letter.

Bi Ijah and Nadya brought Fatim down, there were teardrops dripping between the mother and the child, Nadya quickly wiped them off.

"Blessed is my daughter, your childhood dreams come true now." Nadya kissed her daughter's hand gently.

Everyone present immediately stood up to see the bride who had begun to descend the stairs, all looking in astonishment. Many prayers and words of praise were thrown because of the beauty of Fatim.

Abas, who was still looking down, did not dare to look at his wife for the first time. Until the Grace that realized it immediately whispered in the ear of the son.

"Look, angel-hearted angel of heaven, you will regret that everyone has enjoyed the face of your childhood wife."

Hearing his father's words, Abas ventured to raise his head and was stunned.

"O Allah, see not me wrong" muttered Abas, who could only be heard by him.

When the bride's eyes meet, her heart stops beating.

"You?"

"Loe?"

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