Missing Voice Azhan

Second Marriage

Mr. Aryan looked fixedly at the two sons, daughter-in-law and daughter with haru feelings. The atmosphere of the dimension was again crowded, and he no longer felt lonely. Now there are people who will always eat breakfast and also eat at home. Usually, only he sits there.

After breakfast, they went to the living room, because as Mr. Aryan said last night, there were some important things he wanted to talk about with his son and daughter-in-law.

"Something you want to talk to all of you about."

All eyes looked at the man with silent lips.

"Dhafa please prepare all our needs, tomorrow morning we will return to visit Semarang." He said to Dhafa.

"What's pa ?"

Mr. Aryan smiled at Dhafa's question, making all his children suspicious.

"It was Kyai Lutfi who called papa all night, and he said if uztazhah Syifa had given an answer to papa's request."

"What is the answer then ?" Akia seemed impatient to hear the answer given by her brother.

Mr. Aryan again smiled at his impatient daughter, just as he was last night impatient to hear the answer he had been waiting for.

"He said if Ustazhah Syifa is willing to accept papa's application. And papa will be back there, because he asked for his wedding to be done in Kyai Lutfi's pocket."

"Alhamdulillah.." Answer them simultaneously.

"Yes, finally got another mom." Chirps Akia with a very happy face.

"Darling.keep your attitude." Azriel's whisper was swallowed by his wife slowly.

"Issh.you're just bothering me, I'm glad to know." Cibir Akia to her husband.

The man pulled his wife's waist closer to her, whispering softly in his ear.

"Mas has been feeling anxious with you since last night, keep your attitude or mas kiss you here."

Akia mincep with her lips forward. Lord Aryan who saw how his daughter who was submissive to Azriel only smiled with a happy day.

Papa is happy because now you look happy baby, Azriel is indeed the man destined for you. May you always be happy.

The atmosphere turned warm with their conversation, sometimes laughter was heard in the family room. Make some art and Mbok Inem also feel the happiness of the host.

Mansion that usually looks lonely, now looks so crowded and warm. Mbok Inem is still at home standing at the end of the room staring at the family room.

May happiness always come to this family, O Allah.

***

After going through a few things finally the anticipated time came as well. Today the wedding was held again in the form of Kyai Lutfi. The large hall room seemed crowded with a sea of people who attended to see the number two in the country who was holding a wedding.

The news of Mr. Aryan's marriage has always been in the public spotlight. Even the news of the man's personal life is always anticipated later by several TV channels. Because as a successful businessman in his country he is a person who is far from the sloping news.

Akia looked at the woman wearing the wedding dress with the niqab covering her face with a happy heart. Next to them were Pipit who was also moved to see all the beautiful scenery.

"So pretty, you're lucky to have a sister."

Ustazhah Syifa smiled behind her veil, then gently held Akia's lemgan.

"The lucky brother could have Akia in my life. With you today sister's day is so colorful. Thank you for being in this boring sister's life."

"Kia tipped papa ya sis, please take care and love papa with all your heart. Kia knows if all this time papa thirst for affection, Kia knows that papa has also been suffering and lonely. But Kia is selfish and doesn't want to know. Hopefully by marrying brother, papa's life will be bright again."

Ustazhah Syifa nodded slowly with her two glassy eyes.

"God willing."

"You two want to until when to stop from crying ? I also cry because soon I will again lose the figure of friends and sisters like you. Hicks.."

The sound of Pipit's cry made the two of them simultaneously turn towards the girl. Then laughed in unison at the sight of Pipit who seemed to be crying.

They then hugged like tertubbies. Until the opening of the door made them turn there.

"Honey take ustazhah Syifa out, papa's waiting there."

"Yes, um." Achia's voice to Azriel standing at the door.

Akia looked at the veiled woman, then hugged her body tightly.

They then brought the bride to sit beside the groom. Rona was nervous and awkward

it struck both hearts. Even Mr. Aryan who usually can be assertive, now he looks very nervous and it is clearly visible on his face.

The man had never felt this way, while with his late wife, Keyla the man also felt nervous but not as great as now. The man could still neutralize the emotions of his heart.

After the wedding was completed, they immediately resigned from the ponpes and immediately returned to Jakarta using a private plane owned by Mr. Aryan. While Akia, Dhafa and Azriel decide to return home by land, in addition to wanting to see the scenery along the way, they also want to give their father time alone with his new wife.

About two hours later Lord Aryan had already arrived his mansion. With his hand always holding his wife's hand, the man got out of the car and opened the door for his wife.

"Let's get down." His voice softly sounded in Syifa's ear.

The woman looked up, looking at her husband's outstretched hand. Without hesitation and fear she welcomed the size of her husband's hand that was immediately grasping tightly.

"Welcome to your husband's house."

Syifa looked at the wonder of the beautiful building standing straight in front of her. Such a huge and magnificent building.

"This is your house ?"

"Obviously the mansion belongs to our family. Mine, yours, mine, mine and your daughter's son." The man's whisper was softly eared Syifa.

Syifa blushed and turned her face to the side. They entered the mansion and were greeted by all the workers there, including Mr. Min who was currently smiling happily.

"Welcome Mr and Mrs."

"They're the workers who are here, this is Mbok Inem, Mr Min, you must have known, right ? Then.bla ..bla..bla."

Syifa idle sign understand.

"You must be tired, let me tell you our room."

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Syifa's heart suddenly skipped a beat as her legs followed her husband to the main room, which was their two rooms.

"This is our room, can you just take a break or do you want to get clean first ?" Asked Mr. Aryan the moment they reached the room.

"I want to take a bath, my body is so sticky."

The man nodded then closed and locked the door of his room and stepped closer to his wife who was bowed in shame. The man smiled and brought Syifa's body to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Syifa has something to tell you." He said with his eyes fixed on the woman who was still wearing the veil.

"You don't want to show your face to your husband ?"

Syifa looked up at the pair of eagle eyes in front of her, although nervously the woman's hand moved slowly to open her niqab. But her movements stopped as her husband held her hand.

"May you open it ?" His permission with his eyes still directed at the woman in front of him.

Slowly Syifa nodded her head in agreement. The man then opened the cover of his wife's face and again he was so fascinated by the beauty of the syifa. This was the second time he had seen his wife's face, the difference was now that he could be as satisfied as he looked at that beautiful face.

"You're so beautiful my wife."

A red tinge appeared on Syifa's cheeks which was greeted by her husband's sweet smile. Syifa closed her eyes with a rumbling heart as the hand gently stroked her cheek and changed with a chewy and cold object peeling at her forehead.

"You embarrassed ?" His whisper by sticking his forehead with his wife's forehead. He cannot deny, if at this time he also feels nervous with a heart that continues to beat fast.

"Syifa thank you for accepting my proposal and for being the wife of an old man like me. Although you're not my first, I promise to make you the only woman in my heart forever, until the end of my life. And I will keep this promise. I can't erase Keyla's name in my heart, because she was my first love, but I promise to put you in this same position."

Syifa looked at her husband's face and ventured to grab her husband's hand.

"Mas does not need to remove it from your heart, just make it a beautiful memory that will always dwell in your heart. I'm grateful and grateful to Keyla for allowing me to be a part of your life."

Mr. Aryan was moved to hear his wife's words, then he hugged the body tightly with a happy feeling.

I promise this time I will never waste someone precious in my heart. I will always make you happy. My wife's.

TB