Loving My Raised Mother

Akad

"The patient Goddess, the strong huh?" Umi continues to strengthen the Goddess.

The goddess distanced herself from her mother and rushed to the bathroom to change her bridal attire with her usual attire in her cries of pain. Grievous, wounded into one! hopes and dreams are gone, just gone. Destroyed without heads, the debris flew away in the wind.

"Umi, hope you are patient and strong, rest assured. That there will be wisdom behind all this, there will surely come a man who will be your best mate," said Umi to the Goddess who has returned to bed.

"I, I don't want to marry anyone, other than Ari, Umi. I can't do it without him Umi. Hik hik hik."

"Man can only plan. God is also decisive, and God knows better what we need, What is good in our opinion! not necessarily according to God. Man can only live, ikhlaskan. Later in the afternoon we visit the fund," Abah said in a clear tone.

"But, Abah." The goddess looked at the father with a wet face Aira eyes that continued to pour over her sweet face.

"You are sure you can get through it. And God will not give trials! when we are not able. Follow him, and pray that he may be calmly accepted by all his charities. Illuminated my grave."

Hearing the wobble from Abah like that, made the Goddess more sobbed the heartbreaking cry that heard.

Not even the power of the umi dripped a round of clear water on his cheeks. He hugged the goddess, his daughter.

Sofi felt astonished to see in the room Arya crowded with MUA who dressed Fatma and Arya with bridal makeup. The wedding dress is Sundanese. White and black alloy.

Mia was the same, she was astonished. But he easily got the info that Arya and Fatma are getting married today.

"Why is this sudden? and I didn't hear from before that they were planning a wedding so soon," Mia was astonished, her forehead puckered.

"Eh, caterpillar. Why are you dumb here? not coming in. How did your employer dress up as a bride anyway?" sofi's greeting to Mia who was staring at Fatma from afar.

"Lu, the sea serpent doesn't know huh? hem ... missed the info? madame Fatma wants to marry Arya! today." today." Firmly Mia while pouting her lips.

"Huh? seriously you?" Sofi couldn't believe it.

"Seriously you? yes, it is not time. Then you think they're in make up as MUA for what? made a clown ha! don't think this is anyone." Again Mia brushed her lips.

Sofi was stunned to hear it. How fast is this? lost is the opportunity to approach Arya the dream man from a long time ago.

"Well, what's the matter here, baby?" the Sultan's voice breaks Sofi's daydream.

Sofi. "They were ..."

"You're married" the Sultan nodded.

Sofi did not understand. "It was planned long?"

"Easy! they love each other. What harm?" Sultan with a relaxed tone. "When did we catch up with them?"

"So, not ready to get married. Still have dependents" Sofi said clearly.

The Sultan was silent for a moment without saying much more then approached Arya who was ready with her bridal suit.

Sofi and her special Mia stared fixedly, seduced by her charms. The handsome one in the bridal make up the more handsome the aura is getting out.

Then Arya came out without turning her head towards Fatma who was still unfinished in her make up. He did not dare to see Fatma which would certainly be more beautiful.

As well as Fatma, she did not dare to run towards Arya, she continued to lower her gaze. Shame to meet with a look. His increasingly erratic feelings continued to rumble violently, nervously, nervously. A heart that continues to beat faster than normal. Mixed into one.

Never thought it would be this fast. But sure if only Dewi did not fail to marry or no incident occurred, there is no way she was quickly married to Arya. This is just a replacement for the two brides who are destined to be separated in the middle of the road.

"Can aja. You don't make my nose fly, it's hard to come down again." Arya shakes.

"Oh my goodness ... Oh Aa .. ni casep pisan." Said the women who saw Arya who looked handsome and radiant.

Arya just spread her sweetest smile without making her voice.

Mr. Penghulu has come, the invitees have also been present in part. In front of the pak penghulu and Pak Wijaya, Abah has also been seen chatting.

"I'm very concerned about what happened to this family. Ooh this is gonna be her groom?" asked pak penghulu pointed towards Arya who seemed ready.

Abah nodded and glanced towards Arya. Likewise, Mr. Wijaya as the guardian of his bride.

"Who's the groom's name?" search pak penghulu back.

"Arya Saputra." Arya answered briefly.

"And ... the bride?" ask back while writing on a piece of paper on the table.

Arya looked towards Wijaya sir. Before Arya answered it herself.

"His bride was named Fatmala Wijaya." Answer mr. Wijaya.

"good. Can we start now?" pak pengulu's. Looking at Arya who now looks even nervous.

Abah and Wijaya nodded while saying. "Can! please start."

Before the meeting, the invitees read the prayer as follows.

"Baarakallahu likulii wahidimmingkumaa fii shaahibihi wa jama'a bainakumma fii khayrin"

"Now, you shake hands and read the kabul ijab." Pak penghulu's orders.

Mr. Wijaya and Arya shook hands with each other. Start with basmalah. "I marry thee, and I grant thee with thy betrothed, my daughter Fatamala vijaya, with dowry! a set of jewels paid in cash."

Quickly, Arya replied to him. "I accepted the marriage and the marriage of Fatmala Vijaya, with the dowry mentioned, and I was willing to do so. May God always give you grace."

With a single breath, Arya was able to release her quickly and smoothly.

"Where is it legal?" ask pak penghulu circulating his gaze to all who are there.

"Well .." answered in unison.

"Goddessa ...."

Fatma who was still in the room seemed to stop breathing when she heard the words from Arya who was loud without any hesitation. And finally his lips covered a blotchy smile, then slowly walked out towards the chair next to Arya.

Arrive and sit next to Arya. Fatma is recited by Aryan prayer right in his crown with the following prayer.

"Allahumma inni as’aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih. Wa a’udzubika min syarriha wa syarrimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih."

It means, O God, that I ask You for His goodness and the good that You have set upon him. And I take refuge in Thee from his ugliness and the ugliness which Thou hast set upon him ....