Marrying a Friend

Ayah

Today, after heavy rain and the weather seems friendly, humid but does not sting the heat.

Earlier this morning, Firhan had called me for his afternoon prepare and packing, as the plane to be boarded to our honeymoon city, was leaving later in the afternoon.

Yes, today we left and got me excited. For some reason, after the information from the man, I immediately packed. It feels, imagining the city alone, has made me excited and very enthusiastic. Yes, the city of Makassar! A city that I miss so much with a million memories there.

"Too excited, Miss pretty!" The murmuring of that carefree voice that was heard in this room besides me, made this self turn its head while smiling.

Who else, if not the guy full of surprises!

"Fir, are you home?" I was too excited and approached him. He raises his shoulders with an exaggerated look on his face.

"It's my special day with Madame Fir, and no one can stand in the way of that!"

My smile rattled to hear him staring lovingly.

"Have you eaten?" the question turned serious. I nodded while still in a smile.

"Jam one earlier."

"Thank God, honey. Oh yeah, I got something for you." Enthusiastic spirit, then reached into his wallet and pulled a necklace that was tucked in the brown wallet.

I looked questioningly at the necklace in my grasp and just smiled back.

What a beautiful necklace. Made of white iron with sparkling blue diamond twists on each of these necklaces. The pendant is clear star-shaped with gems on each side and reads ‘N&F’. And I don't seem to be a stranger to this necklace.

My forehead is full of questions. And when it accidentally pressed on each side, the pendant instantly opened. It contained a photo, a photo that amazed me. Firhan and I posed facing each other, smiling widely and staring at each other in our hands that were in a relationship with each other on the little finger. It was a photo of our best friend's promise of commitment. And the one who took this picture is, Daniel.

Oh my God, I remember! This is my long lost necklace! But—

Before I asked and raised my face looking at Firhan, he said something that surprised me.

"Daniel gave it to me, honey. He came here three days ago" he said, looking carefully at me, leaning against the doorway and slipping his hands into his pants pocket.

To here? Three days ago?

"He asked my permission to meet you. He should have come two days ago, but until now, he hasn't come."

"You're allowing it?" I screamed in an octave that instantly made me angry and upset.

I snorted and rolled my eyes, then packed back in regret and frowned. Can see from the corner of his eye, he sighed in frustration while squeezing his hair.

"Darling, please, listen to me first?"

"No way!" my moaning and his expression changed, between amusedly holding a smile and anxiously seducing me not to frown and be angry.

Yes, my tone of voice was indeed a bit spoiled, and that was what made it that way and turned clumsy, but it was instead contagious to me, between wanting to smile and being angry.

"Don't come near!" threatening me with a spoiled tone of voice at Firhan that made his smile evaporate and could not help, as he tried to sit beside me and approached.

Without heeding my threat, he then pulled me in his arms, hugging tightly with a smiling face.

"To have a mistake does not mean to antagonize or hate it, dear. It would be better if we listen to the explanation first, just judge someone. Because, sometimes we can be fooled by the circumstances and appearance that we see ourselves rather than the real reality. Sorry, yeah, gave him permission without talking to you first, sorry to upset you. But maybe it's time we listened to her explanation, at least not selfish and intimidating. It was fairer for her," muttered Firhan who almost whispered while still in his arms.

I sighed caving in and nodded followed by a warm kiss at the top of the head.

"So, since when is my picture near your heart?" sela Firhan was still clenching, but her body retreated and spaced away at me to look at this face.

A timid smile now rests on my cheeks and lips.

"Near the heart?" elakku who pretended not to understand the meaning. Firhan chuckled, then rubbed his hair with his right hand.

"Yes, dong. The necklace is close to the heart and you always wear it. So—"

Again a shy smile.

"Fir, we have to pack!"

My husband chuckled and made himself blush even more as I tried to divert. Obviously I'm trying to divert.

Firhan looked at her for a moment, grasping this face that looked back at her in a smile.

"Okay, get ready, pretty lady. I'll kidnap you soon!" sahut Fir teased in his joke that made me chuckle and stare at him as he stepped back slowly while the view did not escape me which was getting longer out of sight.

I smiled and continued packing.

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"Beautiful clothes with beautiful wearers. Very pretty, Madame Firhan, I like it," Firhan muttered remarking with a spotlight and an admiring smile.

"Sometimes you make me feel inferior and wonder" he added, which made my cheeks heat up and blush.

He rubbed his chin with admiration, while the view did not escape me so I approached him.

This afternoon Firhan wears a plain blue soft fresh shirt with khakin jeans combined with his favorite black shoes. His spiky hair was deliberately gel but left a little messy to seem cool and macho, like a cool magazine model that always makes anyone who sees it instantly amazed. As for me, wearing a dark Cardi Vlevana dress, with a blend of black khaki pants and black sneakers, as well as a pasmina shiffon hijab that has been modeled.

Firhan's countenance grew increasingly smiling and grabbed this face, as he was before him and grasped it.

"It is true, yes, God has never wrongly ordered his people to hijab, because this gem is so incredibly beautiful, especially when covered in this sacred cloth,"

I chuckle.

"From now on you've been praising me, there's a wish, huh?" Firhan chuckled, then shook his head slowly.

"I was only fascinated to see my wife in the protection of God. Really, God is so good!" his mutter who was still looking in admiration as his other hand touched the hijab that was wrapped in my head, then glanced at the end of the sentence with a sweet smile widened.

Again, the smile was contagious and had a happy effect on my nerves.

"Aamiin's."

He smiled, then this hand grabbed the button on his missed shirt and buttoned back.

"Trim’s, Darling." Lightly Firhan was carefree and enthusiastic, then peeked at this cheek.

"Thank you back."

"So how do I look? Anything less or need replacing, honey?" ask

Firhan while stretching out both his hands revealed his appearance. His face is serious. I smiled while holding up my thumb.

Yes, she has always been since we started getting out of the clumsy zone after marriage. Not infrequently, he trusted even more these two eyes and my opinion than a long mirror in this room for his appearance.

"Always stunning! And me, How about?"

He stared with narrowed eyes, then his thumb rubbed the edge of my lips. Apparently the lipgloss I was wearing wastes on the edge of the lips.

"So much is my beautiful Miss." His murmur judged and then pulled me in his arms which made me smile, as did Firhan while hugging tightly.

"You want to go without saying goodbye?" The heavy voice that contained that longing made me and Firhan turn their heads.

"Dad?" my whisper is still in the grip of my husband.

At first glance I saw, Firhan's face was shocked and could not believe what he was seeing at the moment. The eyes that were staring did not blink now sparkled. The firm figure who had begun to take care of it had stood looking longingly at us, without glaring and with sparkling eyes, the one behind her not far from him also stood a middle-aged woman while hugging the arm of the sweet girl who was also staring at us.

"You're so angry that even leaving doesn't want to say goodbye to Dad, son?" the voice trembled as it stepped toward us and made the man next to me unable to hide the tears of his longing that had dripped down his white cheeks in the tremors of his weeping that he endured.

"How come you're not my son? How can you brush while my day is always happy because of your presence, son! You're so angry and offended that you don't feel like you miss you so much, I look forward to you coming home every time! Why can't you see and feel that? I'm your father, son, your father" softly Sheeped with tears as Firhan sprang into his arms, when he was in front of us. She then flicked her hand which one moment looked at me lovingly and warmly welcoming, which immediately embraced me and Firhan, hugging us both so tightly.

I closed my eyes enjoying it.

God, what a surprise today that makes me so happy. I think I have a father again. The kind of father I've missed so much!

After the hug came off, Dad kissed Firhan on the forehead, then I.

It is true, the love of mother and father is all the time. No matter how great the anger in her was, behind it was a river of love and peace there hidden for her children.

"I'm sorry, it's been disappointing and sick for so long" Firhan said, looking at Father with a guilty look.

"No, Son! Sometimes, things that are seen do not correspond to reality. As a father, you have to understand more than anyone else. I'm too selfish to hear your explanation, son. Dad apologized profusely," explained the father who briefly looked at me.

And made my husband smile in his arm slowly.

"A father is still the greatest and best for his children, no matter how much he makes mistakes. I shouldn't have apologized. Thank you, Dad. I miss you guys so much,"

Again Firhan hugged his father tightly. I, mother and Isti smiled with tears to shed when they saw this happiness.

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