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Akbar POVs

Today was the day I had been waiting for a long time, although there was a bit of fear weighing on my mind about the failure of my first marriage. Living with the man I chose to be my life companion with a betrayal is the hardest blow I've had in years, but I have to get up because it is not always cloudy to cover my life there will definitely be a rainbow at the end there that has been waiting for me.

The rainbow has been visible to me for the past few months, ever since I met my son again, Dafa and the rainbow grew even more beautiful when I was able to propose to the woman who had pulled me back from that dark, stifling hole. Gentle, courteous, and had billions of inexhaustible affections for others, and I was captivated.

It's not my first time getting married but my heartbeat can't lie if I'm nervous about dying, it even feels a lot more nervous about marrying Bella first. Is it possible because the love levels for Bella and for Qiana are different? I don’t Know.

Now the car that I rode with my parents has arrived near Grandma Mira's house, deliberately we went down several houses before the event venue. I walked flanked by my parents and behind me was my sister, relatives and also some of my friends who helped bring the handover. It's not my first, but it's a first for Qiana and I promise it will be my last marriage and Qiana's.

The nuances of the front yard garden of Grandma Mira's house have been decorated very well and beautiful of course, the family and neighbors of Grandma Mira have many who come to welcome my arrival with the group. And my heart was racing faster, I was directed to immediately sit on the chair that had been provided. There was a welcome from my side and Qiana's side, giving advice about marriage and giving do’a-do so that my marriage and Qiana become a marriage filled with blessing, Sa-Ma-Wa until death separates us. Qiana had not been seen from earlier, yak arena we agreed Qiana will come when after I say Ijab Qobul.

“Any Nak?” asked Papa Qiana to me as we walked hand in hand to the place provided for the Ijab qobul. Fyuhh…. I exhaled violently, trying to find courage and strength from within me.

“Each dong Pa, a little deg-degan aja.” I answered while rubbing my chest and Papa just chuckled a little.

The ruler who was going to marry me to Qiana was already sitting in his place after Papa Rizal who was sitting next to him, I landed my body on the chair opposite to the two of them reciting the empty seat next to me. Bang Reza and Papa sat on the prepared chairs at both ends of the table, both of them being witnesses.

“This bride is waiting inside or sitting directly with sir?” ask Pak Penghulu to Papa.

“The bride is in the sir, later after SAH just came here.” Papa replied with a warm smile, very calm is very different from my current situation.

“Well then we start yes, please Mr. Rizal later who said the ijab which was then answered by Ananda Akbar in one breath yes. And for witnesses please to witness with jelly.” Said Mr. Penghulu giving instructions to us.

I and Papa Rizal immediately shook hands to do the qobul ijab. It only felt if Papa was no less nervous than me, evident from his hand which was also equally cold as the palm of my hand. The look in his eyes also seemed to look sad and emit a haru that reached me.

“Ananda Akbar Atmadja Bin Amri Atmadja, I married and I trust you with my son Qiana Az-Zahra binti Rizal with mascawin in the form of a set of prayer tools and money of 26 million rupiah, cash.”

“I received the marriage and marriage of Qiana Az-Zahra Binti Rizal with the mascawin, cash.” My speech.

“How is the witness legitimate?” ask Mr. Penghulu.

“SAHHHH...” Respond to witnesses and guests

“Alhamdulillah.. now, let's do’a.” said Mr. Penghulu who returned to the service of the event by reading out do’a and marriage sermons afterwards.

After that Bang Reza stood up and immediately picked up my bride. I who missed Dafa tried to circulate my gaze to look for him, it turns out that he was on the bench by Mama Rima next to Mama who sednag me Lea too.

It looks like Bang Reza who is holding my bride carefully, it's beautiful. He sat down on the empty seat next to me to sign our marriage book. Continued by pinning the wedding ring, for the first time our hands touch each other deliberately waow it feels dag-dig-dug once. He did not dare to raise his face to stare at me for a moment.

“Do not strain.” My whisper.

“Udah finished now the salim Teteh to Akangna, rather long kiss his hands all tea in the photo, continue to seleisai salimna the Akang later kiss the forehead of the Teteh yes,” said the photographer directed me and Qiana. The cold sweat on my hands had already diminished as the burden of this event was over I conquered, timidly finally Qiana grabbed my hand and kissed him solemnly while perceiving what he was doing this.

“Tetehna was tense or, relax Tea relax,” said the photographer who will capture our photos, I just smiled a little.

After the akad event is over, invited guests will come to us, congratulate us and do’a-do both are always said every shake our hands.

“Thank you,” I said when the last guest finished approaching us.

“Consider Mas.” He replied with a sweet smile towards me, “Mas I miss Dafa, where he is I did not see him at all,” he said again.

“It was there with Lea.” I answered while pointing at the two children who were busy eating, when I had just seen them sitting on their grandmother's lap, now the two of them are sitting near the cake table.

“Ah, deserve diem treated food. Emh I'm afraid he's eating and cupping all over Mas's face, like when our proposal was,” he said in a worried tone. I also remembered the story of Bang Reza who had to bathe the two toddlers and change clothes that had been twinned with family into other formal clothes that were not the same as us at that time.

“Ah yes, let's go there.” Take me. And when we arrived, it was true that we were worried that the lips were full of chocolate cake that was definitely a straw on the right and left cheeks, and the tip of the Dafa shirt had changed color to brown.

“Gosh babe.” Screeched Qiana.

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This is Pov Akbar, I hope you like it. Thank you for reading.. Don't forget to take care of your health!!!!