Married to Ustaz

Chapter 10: The Wedding

"And Allah has made couples for you of your own kind."

(QS. Nahl 72)

Prophet Shallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam said, "Marriage is my sunnah, whoever does not practice my sunnah means not from my group. Let you marry, indeed with your number I will be many people. Whoever has the ability of property should marry, and he who should not fast, for it is a shield."

"I married and married You Muhammad Hafid Febriansyah, to my daughter, Clarissa Chika Ayudia with a set of cash-paid prayer tools." The voice of Dedi (father of Cika) broke the silence that had occurred in the room where the ijab qobul was held.

After five days of deliberation between Cika's extended family and Kyai Abdullah's extended family in Ndalem, they finally decided to hold the ijab qobul event this morning.

Cika could not resist anymore, this girl just resigned. His parents had 100% strongly agreed that he married young with an ustaz figure who was only a few days he knew, but he was quite grateful because the ijab qobul event was held on Saturday, where there are some students choose to go home because there is no learning process.

The santri will return Sunday after the completion of the dzuhur prayer. Including his two best friends, Dinda and Novi, whose home is not too far from pesantren, different from his home which is quite far away. He did not know how his two friends would react if he knew that he was married to—Ustaz Hafid.

Instead, Cika's mother and father were grateful that her daughter was married to an ustaz, they both did not expect to have a son-in-law kyai. They believe Hafid is a good man who can guide his daughter to become a better woman.

"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Clarissa Chika Ayudia bint Dedi Gunawan with the dowry paid in cash." Ustadz Hafid's voice sounded loud and steady.

"How are the witnesses?" ask penghulu.

"Well!"

"Well!"

"Well!"

Legitimate for the sake of the authenticity of the witnesses is heard. Ustaz Hafid breathed a sigh of relief at last he uttered the qobul ijab with a single breath. Prayer accompaniment for a moment and do not forget to say thank you for the smooth process of ijab qobul. Attended the nuclear family of Kyai Abdullah and the large family of Cika in the process of the qobul ijab.

Cika looked at the ceiling of the room as the qobul ijab had already spoken, her heart sliced in pain. Trying to accept everything, he could not be sure if he accepted this marriage. He held back tears several times, but many times he felt like a failure. With a quick movement he wiped it off then smiled bitterly.

"Is this my destiny, Lord? How slicing!" Cika's tears returned.

"Let's get out." Ustazah Laili who just entered the room grabbed Cika's hand, Ustazah Laili smiled faintly. She did not know the girl in front of her yet, but she was sure that Cika was a good girl. Cika pretended to smile then nodded in understanding.

Black Netra belonging to Ustaz Hafid fell on the girl who had been his rightful wife who was walking towards him with her sister. No exception Ustaz Hafid all the invited guests present stared in amazement at the bride.

"This is her wedding ring, son." Nyai Hana gives a red velvet box to her son's hand.

Ustaz Hafid received it enthusiastically.

Cika lowered her head, a strange sigh was felt as Ustaz Hafid grabbed her hand. Ustaz Hafid broke out in a cold sweat and put the ring in the hand of the girl who was already his wife.

Cika's heart was always untidy, clear tears continued to fall when the diamond ring was attached to his ring finger. Cika did the same by pairing a diamond ring in her husband's hand.

"Kiss the forehead again Fid ...." Ustaz Andre spoke most vigorously with a tone of voice quite loud, making the invited guests chuckle to hear it.

Ustaz Hafid sighed nervously. His sturdy fingers cupped Cika's face. A kiss on the forehead makes Cika's heart flirt no longer. His breath was stingy feeling the chewy object still faithfully stuck on his forehead.

After Ustaz Hafid took off the kiss on Cika's forehead, it was Cika's turn to grab the back of Ustaz Hafid's hand and kiss her. Cika could only bow her head deeply.

Ustaz Hafid raised Cika's chin slowly, wiping off a trail of tears on her little wife's cheek.

"Ana uhibbuki please, Clarissa Chika Ayudia."

Cika frowned not understanding what Ustaz Hafid was talking about just now, innocently she asked, "What does that mean, Tadz?" tanyanya polo's.

Ustaz Hafid smiled slightly as he felt anxious himself, his hand reflexively pulling the girl's cheek.

"Ustaz, sick!" cika shouted loudly, while rubbing her cheeks.

"Not intentionally."

"Dad see, it's only a few seconds so the husband of the old man has already nyubit my cheek, Dad," well Cika, he stood up to embrace his father's body. Dedi returned the hug of his daughter. "How about a few days, Dad? I must have been punished constantly, Ustaz Hafid was cruel," he said again in a loud enough voice.

The invited guests again laughed faintly at Cika's complaint.

"No, baby. Ustaz Hafid is already your husband now, it will definitely be good. The hafid you're talking about isn't it?" he asked Dedi for his son-in-law's approval.

"Excite, Dad."