Mahabbah Love Khalisa

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Kafa is the fiercest guy in the Milky Way galaxy, he is arrogant and always sees things from the negative side. He always walked with his chin raised as if the earth he was treading on was his. But strangely I fell in love with that fierce and arrogant guy!

Kafa who always walks with his chin raised is now blindfaced with the ruler and father Mahira. Cold sweat incessantly flooded Kafa until he had to wipe his hands repeatedly on the cloth duster inside his pants pocket.

In the ballroom of the hotel Surya is magnificent and full of white shades Kafa feels himself so small and weak. Kafa's confidence, which was once as high as his apartment building, has now plummeted to the ground.

Chilly. Mahira's hands were as cold when Kafa came into contact with the palm of the hand which was then firmly grasped. Kafa cleared his throat to neutralize the sound that would probably be hoarse and not sound good. Can't do. Kafa's voice should sound good though it certainly won't be as good as Azfan's.

"I married and I married you Kafa Alindra bin Zaidan Umar Kahfi with Mahira Atiqah bint Muhammad Azizi with a dowry of one thousand pounds and a set of prayer tools paid in cash!"

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Mahira Atiqah bint Muhammad Azizi with a dowry of one thousand pounds and a set of prayer equipment paid in cash." Kafa managed to utter that sentence with a single breath. Now Kafa feels the benefits of his routine swimming because he has a long breath.

Kafa felt tremendous relief, he felt his body like a helium— light balloon and flew through the concrete roof of the hotel ballroom. Kafa is crazy. Really love makes him lose his sanity especially when he saw the figure of Mahira who had just officially become his wife step slowly coupled by Huma and Rindang towards him.

Kafa spontaneously stood up, his pair of eyes twinkling and misty as Mahira drew nearer. Although Kafa never saw the angel of heaven but really, Mahira was as beautiful as that. Mahira's wide eyes with pliable eyelashes really make Kafa fascinated.

Kafa lowered his head in embarrassment to look at Mahira for too long. He feels sinful when his mind cries out to say that the woman is halal for you and it doesn't matter if you look at her for long even until your eyeballs come out. But Kafa is not used to it. Not used to looking at women who are not Ayesha or Fatimah. Now Kafa added a woman's name that he can look at, namely Mahira—Mahira Atiqah his wife.

"Please kiss your husband's hand." Speak to Mahira.

Mahira raised her hand hesitantly when she used to pull Kafa's hand and carried him away.

Kafa's body trembled like a high voltage electric shock when Mahira kissed the back of his hand long ago. Long time until the photographer says 'already' means they have got a good picture and appropriate. Kafa hurriedly took off his hand, he wanted to faint.

Mahira gave a smile seeing Kafa's behavior, he understood that Kafa was not used to it like this.

Kafa touches the crowns of Mahira and whispers prayers according to the Sunnah. He memorized this prayer with Azfan 2 weeks earlier, lucky that the prayer did not evaporate with his confidence.

O God, 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 Thou hast set upon him.

"Your wife's brow kiss, Kafa."

Kafa turned to the ruler who asked him to kiss Mahira on the forehead. Why would there be a session like this? holding hands alone makes Kafa like lost consciousness let alone kiss the forehead.

Umar nodded gesturing for Kafa to kiss Mahira on the forehead. He held a smile, Kafa's behavior was funny and adorable.

Kafa took a step forward and kissed Mahira on the forehead very slowly because he was not ready to do that especially in front of many people. Mahira spontaneously closed her eyes when Kafa's lips landed on her forehead. Chilly. The lips feel cold. Mahira looked down at his feet to make sure he was still treading the white marble floor or had floated up into the sky because he felt so when Kafa peeked at his forehead. But luckily Mahira's legs are still treading, apparently only his soul that flies without he can control.

"Hold hold .... " The call of the photographer deliberately made Kafa linger kissing Mahira's forehead.

Kafa could not stand, his chest was like being squeezed by a heavy object so he could not breathe. Where did the air go in this room? Kafa wants to run out of breathing as much air as possible.

"okay!"

Kafa immediately retreated and exhaled loudly, he wanted to do it once more but was afraid that if he died suddenly because the first kiss alone made him short of breath. There are too many people here anyway.

The procession of sungkeman was full of blue tears. Kafa's tears could not stop melting, he thanked his parents and parents Mahira.

Mahira was just an ordinary girl who sucks from the first time she met. My whole soul and body don't like it. It's pretentious, pretty close-ass knowing. Anyway I don't like it. Yet as if bewitched by something strange, suddenly my hatred turned into love. True said the ancients, should not hate excessively because you can fall in love and now I experience it. I chose Mahira to be my wife, spending all my time on earth with her.

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The first time Mahira set foot in Kafa's apartment, it was amazing. The apartment was very grand and spacious for Kafa to live in alone but isn't there now a Mahira? no, it's still too big for both of them.

All-modern equipment and a neat room arrangement make the apartment feel comfortable to live in. There is a balcony in the middle room that presents a view of Mount Merapi but because it was night, Mahira could not see the view now.

"Ummi and Abi didn't come back here?" Mahira asked Kafa who had just become her tour guide to explore this apartment, see each room and give a little explanation as if they were doing a study tour.

"They sleep in hotels." Kafa leaned his body against the balcony railing looking at the starry sky.

"Fatah and Fatimah too?" Mahira turned to look at Kafa, from beside Kafa looked handsome. No. gabe. Kafa is handsome from any side. It seems Mahira does not believe that now she is married to Kafa. Ijab qobul is truly miraculous to unite them in a relationship that is halal and diridhoi Allah.

"Yes." Yeah." Kafa nodded, from the tail of his eyes he realized that Mahira was looking at him. Why is Mahira looking at him? is there something on his face? hopefully not.

The atmosphere between the two is very awkward even though several times Mahira tried to ask questions to melt the atmosphere.

"Me or you used to take a shower?" Kafa can't stand being looked at for too long by Mahira. Kafa's face began to heat up by the sight and he had to immediately splash his body with water.

"I took a shower first." Kafa immediately disappeared from there.

Mahira went to the room because Kafa put all his things there.

Mahira took off the crown with a sprinkling of crystals all over it. The crown was so beautiful, Mahira wondered if it could be hers or if it should be returned to MUA who had dressed it. Mahira also removed the pentule needles one by one putting them on a small box so as not to mess.

Mahira was just about to pull out a pouch where she kept the skincare and a little make-up she got from the proposal. But Mahira saw the complete skincare on the dressing table so he did not take out his pouch.

Mahira looked at herself in the mirror once more before pouring cleansing oil into her palm to shed her makeup.

Serem very my face if this is so, do not let Kafa see can be afraid he saw me like a gini.

Mahira wants to take off her heavy clothes but she can't do it alone. She had to be helped by four people to wear the peach-colored dress. Mahira had better wait for Kafa to finish the bath to help her take off the dress.

In the bathroom Kafa deliberately linger, he pours soap many times and sheds it all over the body. Kafa should be fragrant near Mahira.

"Cafa." Mahira sees Kafa coming out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. "Help me undress dong."

Kafa stood stiffly in front of the bathroom hearing Mahira's request. She was quite surprised to see Mahira without a hijab. Mahira's jet-black hair along the waist charmed Kafa. But Kafa felt sinful even though he had warned himself that Mahira was lawful for him. Then now Mahira asked Kafa to take off his clothes. Kafa is dying the lice it makes.

"Me?"

"Who else is we here."

"Can't you just leave on your own?"

"If I could've gotten out of it, but it's really hard." Mahira snorted in annoyance even he stomped his feet on the floor.

Kafa approached step by step with hesitation, Mahira's annoyed face did not make him rush to help the girl take off her clothes at all.

"Kafa's school, you don't know how heavy this shirt is." Mahira is angry.

Kafa pulls down the zipper of Mahira's dress slowly afraid to make it damaged because the shirt will forever belong to Mahira so lest he ruin Gracia's beautiful work.

Kafa closed his eyes as the zipper moved down but, as expected, he saw another garment attached to Mahira's body. Kafa thinks he will instantly see Mahira's back with nothing but lucky Mahira is still wearing white spandex, either lucky or unlucky. Kafa is unable to think clearly now. Kafa's mind is like a sewer and then the water is chopped into ducks until it becomes cloudy. Why Kafa thinks of the sewers.

"His arm is also difficult please help pull." The words of Mahira spread the Kafa reverie. "Slows will be broken we are scolded by Ci Gracia."

Kafa looked at Mahira cluelessly, "why should Ci Gracia be angry?"

Mahira did not immediately answer because she was trying to escape from the dress that weighed dozens of kilograms. Mahira pushed the dress down then she jumped out.

"Ahhh finally." Mahira breathed a long breath after being freed from her bridal attire. "He's angry that his shirt is broken."

"It's yours."

"Hm?" Mahira's eyebrows shot up, he did not understand Kafa's words. "It's not a rental?"

"Did anyone rent a wedding dress?" Kafa's expression was confused, he really did not understand the direction of their conversation.

Mahira's eyes widened, what does Kafa's question mean. Aren't all married people just renting those clothes for one night. At least that's what Mahira knows from her married brother or friend. The dresses will be returned to her MUA after the event is over.

"Yes everyone."

"Everyone? but—"

Now that Mahira had really widened her eyes to hold Kafa's arm dramatically, she realized that they came from a very different family.

"So your family never rented a wedding dress but bought it?" Ask Mahira, a question she already knows the answer to.

"Yes." Yeah." Kafa nodded innocently.

"What are these clothes for, I can't wear anymore, right?"

"Yes on display only on the walk in closet for mementos, have you take a shower gih let me move his clothes."

"Thank you, my husband." Mahira mentowel Kafa's cheeks before breezing off to go to the bathroom.

Kafa cleared his throat feeling that something was stuck in his throat. Her face flushed from being called husband by Mahira. It sounded strange but Kafa liked it, he craved the call again.