Love Shielded Risue

proposal

The day changed again, a happy atmosphere was surrounding Maryam's house.

Arshila and Debby have been busy since yesterday. Participate in panic looking for equipment to welcome the family from Habib Bilal. Though the ones who want to apply are ordinary, but it seems they are so enthusiastic that Debby herself forgot if She is pregnant big at this time.

"Aunty is done?" Ask Debby. Who saw Maryam had just risen after praying after Dhuha prayers.

"Yes..." Merr released her face.

"It's time to change clothes. Here's the robe, Auntie..." Debby held up high a gorgeous and elegant minimal accent robe in pastel blue.

"MashaAllah is beautiful." Maryam muttered, touching the robe Debby bought yesterday.

"Well. wow, I had to learn fashion from your niece. He never fails." praise Arshila who then makes them laugh. "Come on Merr, the man changed his clothes. It's nine o'clock more, here."

Maryam nodded, grabbed a shirt from Debby's hand and walked towards the bathroom. Arshila talks to Debby again. Finished changing clothes, they began to help put makeup on Maryam's face.

"Don't slash the powder, Deb," said Maryam who is not used to using makeup.

"This aunt is thin, Aunt is calm. I'll make it as natural as possible." The woman sighed for a moment, as her sitting position made her breath somewhat engulfed. Even Maryam herself until repeatedly rubbed the belly of Debby distended with anxiety. "Live the lipstick..."

"Don't be too red, yeah!"

"Yes-yes..." Debby's looking for the right lipstick. "This color, huh? Red brick.." he asked. Mary answered with a nod of her head.

Until the sweet smile emanates beautifully after the lipstick polish with a color that is not too red but makes it look more beautiful and fresh.

"Uluuuuuhhh... My aunt." Debby cupped both of her cheeks with her own hands.

"Regularly squirm it..."

"It can't be ordinary, Auntie. Too waaaw!" Debby's temptation made Maryam pinch her cheek with anxiety.

"Last touch, Merr. The hijab..." Arshila was ready to do her job. Maryam nodded as Debby slowly rose to make room for Arshila to pair a jumbo pasmina that matched the color of Maryam's robe.

After all the touches were done, Maryam looked more perfect.

"I still deserve this proposal. I'm not a girl anymore..."

"Well, you deserve this" replied Shilla after she finished putting the hijab on.

Maryamah was pensive, looking at her own reflection in the mirror. Recalling the story of the past, while married to Akhri. They are both pounding and happy. But the difference is now that happiness is more because he not only prepares this himself with the Arshila family. But everyone, too, was present.

In fact, Koh Antoni also his wife came, along with Ce Margaretha and her husband and children. Merr shed tears.

"Merr, how about a cry?" Pouring out a scrap of tissue to him. Maryam took a moment and then rubbed a little.

"I'm just happy, because my whole family got together. Not like my first wedding." Mary wiped her tears again. "I can't conclude that this is a sign of good. Because now I have more blessing. So I hope life after the second marriage will be more happy too?"

"Aamiin, it must be Merr. You shed a lot of tears. You have fought a lot and survived this long. Now it's time to live your happiness." Arshila hugged Maryam's body, both crying.

Maryam let go of her embrace, then opened the drawer on the dresser. Arshila was surprised to see what Maryam was holding. Apparently the woman still keeps a photo of her wedding with Akhri.

"From now on I've been able to escape the past, right?" tanyanya, Arshila rubbed a puddle of water in the corner of Merr's eyes.

"Yes Merr." she answered later. Shila looked at Maryam's hand which reopened the frame and took out the photo inside.

Brother, thank you for ever being in my life. You said Merr should be happy. Hopefully, with him Merr can be really happy.

Maryam then tore the picture in two, which she piled up and tore it again.

Arshila's hand looked up. "Here love me. It's better to throw it away."

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Ten o'clock past five minutes. Four cars carrying the family of Habib Bilal came. Most of them are scholars with qualified knowledge, Ummi Isti, Bilal's brothers, and Huda and his family.

Mary felt palpitating, her face covered in a white veil could only be bowed. While Bilal seems nervous, he can't shake his happiness when the woman who will be his eternal lover is steady; he says he is willing to marry her.

***

The Abdul Aziz mosque...

Bu Karimah met Akhri, the man who had just finished praying Dzuhur together, sitting next to Bu Karimah on the terrace of the mosque.

"Do you know anything about Maryam?" Ask her.

"What news? Did something happen?" Suddenly panic. But soon in rebut Bu Karimah, who immediately shook his head.

"not that, he's fine. Then you don't know yet that Maryam's been proposed to someone. He will be married three days before the entry of this month of Ramadan."

Akhri was silent for a moment, as if there was a blow but he still packed it with a smile.

"Yes, huh? Thank God, I'm so glad to hear that."

Ms. Karimah sighed, "actually there is no need for Aunty to tell you this. Because Merr is already someone else for you."

"Auntie's right, He's already someone else for Akhri," smiled wryly.

"But, Bibi's goal is to know this other than to make you more able to forget Him, Maryam also left a message. That he'll return your given home."

"For what is returned, make Akhri it's for Him. Even if she wants to live with her husband in that house, it doesn't matter."

"The thing is, the man wants Maryam to come with him. So the house will be vacated."

Akhri stared blankly, ahead. His hand slowly released the peci on the head. Swirling wind also immediately shook his hair.

It's been over five years, but I can't imagine. I am sorry that ever happened. Merr is not my real soul mate, that is what should make me aware and sincere.

Akhri turned towards Bu Karimah again, after exhaling his breath.

"Please tell him, Bi. I will no longer accept that house. Even if you want to be empty, or maybe sold also does not matter. That's his right."

"Creally?"

"Yes, Bi." Akhri nodded steadily while smiling. Ms. Karimah nodded, rubbing her nephew's shoulder. "Bi, if I may know, who will marry her?"

"He's a Habib you probably know?"

"Habit?"

"Yes, Habib Bilal Lutfi Asegaf the eldest son of the late Habib Uthman."

Akhri's breath was choked. He widened his eyes a little.

"Ha– Habib Bilal?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"God..." An expression that cannot be described by words. He also looked at the sky. "He deserves it.." he murmured softly. After that, he said goodbye to teaching books in his class.