Muhasabah Love
Flashback chronology of Laura's death
...Hi, Sis. Assalamualaikum, sorry new update. Hehe ...
...Before reading this chapter, I want to give you info if the plot in this chapter connects several chapters in MTK. Which chapter of Myria is the result of a child marriage series, keep me changing children out of wedlock? Well, I've revised that section on MTK. As a result, the plot has not changed, yes, Myria status I returned with the results of the marriage of siri and its members I have actually to Mr. Tirta. Wkwkkkp...
...Forgive me for being this negligent, but I may not be confused. Some strange plot in MTK already patched. God willing it makes sense, heheh. ...
...Happy reading. Don't forget to comment let me get excited.
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“Myria accept lo?”
Space nodded faintly. That response was enough to make his best friend breathe a sigh of relief and almost hug. “Gue kicks if you hug carelessly!” Not yet had the body attached, Angkasa has given an ultimatum.
Sakti stopped immediately. The director of Angkasa Pradana clucked loudly, then backed off with a cool face. “Terus taaruf lo?”
“Well, there it is. I'm calling you here to help with the abortin. Temenin I to Syahira's house, invite ustaz also to say this.”
Just been happy and relieved because his best friend can be blessed, it turns out that it is not completely finished. Inevitably, Sakti must come finish.
“When to get there?” tanyanya to the point.
“Ntar malem time.”
“Anjir, it's impromptu. Can't be me.”
Two Space eyes glared. “Sok busy lo! Why mo why?”
“Kids collect. Do you forget that this is your usual kayak itinerary? But you don't have to come. Danger, if why-why not become a marriage.”
Mouth just about to open, Sakti already forbid. Space can only glare sharply.
“People want to marry a lot of his ordeal, Ka.” Sakti tried to explain so that his best friend did not misunderstand. “Gue don't want you on the road. Ntar, deh, gathering at your home if you are a child want.”
Lazy to argue, Angkasa just cleared his throat. He can even forget the routine agenda of gathering with a motorcycle gang because of busy matters of the heart. Let alone the schedule of meetings, opening a chat group is very rare and put all the affairs on Sakti. Again his best friend is affected.
Not much different from Angkasa and Sakti who are actively working, Myria also bothered with her business in the boutique. Yesterday, he had not had time to tell Friska because it was late at night when Mr. Aji's family said goodbye. A tired body is also a factor that women want to rest immediately.
“Aaaa .. You are serious, My?” Friska jumped in joy. His body swirled around raising his hand and ended up hitting Myria.
“Hu’um.” Myria answered briefly as the body of distress moved because Friska was hugging too tightly.
“Yes Allah, My, thank God. Masayallah. Not in vain either. Bener said ustazah, right? When our hearts are sincere and focused on reaching for His love, the love of His being will come alone without us knowing how.”
A smile quickly faded from Myria's face. Just like Friska, she was happy too. His best friend is like that, let alone him.
“Eh, but instead of Kasa again taaruf, huh?”
Friska's excitement receded immediately. He looked at his best friend for an explanation.
Myria confirmed the question. “Iya, no. It was nadzor. But not yet fixed for the sermon, anyway. Yesterday he said the introduction was to be cancelled.”
“Eh, really? What is pa-pa akhwatnya?”
Myria's shoulder was poking because she didn't know about it. Angkasa just said it would immediately cancel the process of taaruf and just focus on marriage with Myria. “Doain aja, lah.”
“Iya, aamiin.”
“By the way, there is a month and a half to make a dress, nih,” said Myria to divert the conversation.
“I helped makein. What color do you want?”
“Normally. Neutral white.”
Sketchbook moved into Myria's hands. The woman scratches the rough of the paper that is still clean with the idea she has. “No need to bother. Make a dress model like my everyday toys just make a contract. Add border tulip flower part skirt. The skirt also uses an A-line model so it is good to make the road. Continue ...”
Friska's mind was centered to a point. He continued to observe Myria's image and remembered the details. “Keep his arm?”
Myria's hand scratches stopped. He changed his thinking. “No ideas yet.”
“Wear what kind of puff sleeves? Pakein buttons. Or just pick a regular arm, My? Straight sewing continue we also love the sequins stitch on the wrist later.”
Myria weighed up Friska's offer. The two women tried to combine the sketches of the dress body parts and hands alternately so as to produce two different images. Then, it was decided to choose one.
“Okay, this deal. We grab the fabric keep fitting.” The workbench was left behind, Friska and Myria headed for the storage of the cloth stock.
“How about Kasa? All of you here make her clothes?”
“She was made Mother of her kayak. Don't know. Ntar it first, deh.”
“Still no need for phone number?” Another question asked Friska because she felt her best friend did not know the case of prospective husband.
“Ngak, lah. Make what? Which there is a danger blur.”
“Iya, deh, yes.”
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Taaruf's cancellation went well. Ustaz and the Syahira family do not have a problem because they all understand the process.
However, Angkasa still apologizes if in the introduction yesterday-yesterday had offended or hurt the heart. Many gifts he sent to the family of Shahira and the family of ustaz as a thank you.
The news was also reported to the family. Myria was able to breathe a sigh of relief and she was getting busier ahead of the wedding day. Several times Mrs Nasita came to him to ask questions, even shopping together to be able to choose according to taste.
The awaited day arrived, since the early hours of the day the Space could not sleep. He prayed hajad prayers, tahajud, and other qiyamul lail to calm down, but still a troubled heart. Different from the first agreement when he was in High School he can relax, now his heart is like floating in the middle of the sea full of worry.
The door of the room was knocked making Space tiptoe. He hurriedly opened it and saw his mother. “Ma.”
“Jamaah no dawn? Papa is ready. Mama, look at the door of your room shut, baby. Usually already standby under.”
“A–ah, yes, Ma. I'll change clothes first. Tell Papa to wait for benar.”
Mrs Nasita commented smilingly at the behavior of Angkasa. The woman immediately came down and approached the husband. He submitted his son's request, then said he wanted to pray his own Fajr Salat at the musala house.
“You're seven o'clock. At least there is still an hour for us to get ready.” Mr. Aji spoke to the child on his way home from the complex mosque after performing the Fajr Salat.
“Ya, Pa.” Space answer is so short. His lips since leaving until returning home continue to think so as not to worry excessively, especially when shaking Mr. Tirta's hand later.
Time that continues to roll usher Angkasa and family in the wedding procession. Arriving at the family home Literature, conditions are crowded. Space came down from the car followed by his parents, while behind there was still Sakti and his parents as well.
Mr. Aji deliberately did not bring a large entourage because of the agreement. The marriage certificate is held at the bride's house, while the reception will move to the hotel later tonight.
Entering the family home of Literature, Angkasa was greeted with a different view. There are usually sofas and some knick-knacks in the living room, but times have changed a small table decorated with white tablecloths surrounded by matching color chairs.
One wedding organizer officer invited Angkasa and family to sit down. After that, the male worker instead called Mr. Tirta. When the old man had occupied the existing seat, the heart of Angkasa was getting out of control.
Mr. Tirta looked at Space with such a serious look before finally smiling. “You're nervous, Young Man?”
Mr. Tirta's smile looks terrible to Space. He nodded timidly. “Slight.”
“I won't ...”
Space gulped at the continued words of Mr. Tirta. Worried in the middle of an event like this, his father-in-law posed a terrible threat. However, it is not finished that sentence, Pengulu and KUA parties have arrived.
“Wah, sorry to wait.” The black-sauce and white shirt immediately approached after greeting. He then opened the bag and issued a file to ensure the data of the bride and groom are correct.
After the data match was completed, the pengulu said, “Good, to shorten the time. Come, the witnesses and all the guests watched his female guardian pronounce the sentence ijab.”
