
"Mother and Father have decided to bless your relationship. Nak Zaydan has told me everything, Father and Mother will come to your house until the event is over. Understood?"
"Be-real, sir?"
The middle-aged man nodded, "Originally you are happy, Nduk. You must be happy! It's been quite a wound all along, your tears are too expensive to cry over them. My mom and dad always support you."
"Alhamdulillah!"
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The day changed, the invitation letter began to spread including to Mama Rima's house. Incidentally, the one who received the invitation was Mama Rima, Ms. Hanum who delivered the invitation smiled kindly explaining her event with a patient pocket that had to be doubled.
"What's this?" ask Mama Rima.
"Pak Zaydan's wedding invitation to Dhira, Ma'am. Come yes!"
Shortly after, Rayyan came out and joined them. "What's? Dhira wants to get married? Nope! No way."
"What's impossible, sir?"
"Dhira loves me so much, that can't happen."
"Love will fade if sprinkled with pain. Then excuse me first, assalamu'alaikum."
The departure of Ms. Hanum made Rayyan even more frustrated. "Just like Rayyan, it's impossible, isn't it, Ma?"
"You're out of your mind? Forget Dhira!"
"Rayyan can't live without Dhira, Ma."
"You made that wound, Rayyan. You must be sincere!"
"Please stop the marriage, Ma."
Mama Rima fell silent, then she shook her head. "No! This marriage cannot be broken. Dhira is Mama's best daughter-in-law, you threw it away yourself. It's been quite the pain we've been giving her all this time, Ray. Dhira also deserves to be happy! Mama doesn't want to know with you anymore, it's up to you and your wife to want how important Dhira should be happy."
"Ma ... Mama ...." Shouted Rayyan, the man was already like a lunatic who was about to break off his veins. Though there was also his new wife who looked at her husband full of pity.
The relationship between Rayyan and his wife is quite tenuous now, both of them already feel regret but regret alone is not enough. Nor solve the problem, want a divorce was useless because the woman was pregnant.
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Adhira Ulya POV
The white wedding dress symbolizes the sanctity of this wedding. I never thought I'd feel this again. Getting married a second time, it's really nothing to be proud of. Even I wanted this wedding to be just simple, but Mr. Zaydan said it had to be luxurious. Not for bragging, but for showing that I'm fine without them.
Mr Zaydan is very good? I am thankful God gave it to me. Somehow later, obviously I'm getting comfortable with him.
"Well!"
That scream made me shed tears. Now I'm legally the wife of Mr. Zaydan. Soon the door of my room opened, I saw my mother there who wanted to take me out.
"Mr ..."
Mom hugged me, "Congratulations, son. Your happiness has arrived!"
"Mom's blessing, right?"
"Mother is very pleased. Come outside! Your husband's been waiting."
"Now greetings your husband" Mother said.
I kissed her hand, then she stroked my head while reciting a prayer on my crown. Thank you, Lord. Because I sent it for me.
The clock turned, during the day we held a reception in a luxurious building. I never thought I could finally have a party at this place. It was different when Mas Rayyan married me. Ah, never mind, it's over.
The guests took turns to greet us while taking pictures. When no one approached us, Mr. Zaydan looked at me. "Dhira! Thank you for being my wife. I promise you, all my life I will leave it to you, I will take care of you, guide you until we go to heaven together. To make you an angel of my world and hereafter. I love you because of God!"
I got a brief peck on the forehead, this was the first time I felt that again from a different person. I shed tears at her. "Aamiinu. Thank you too, sir. Because it has made Dhira a wife who will accompany the Father until death separates. Somehow later, but obviously I will continue beside you no matter what happens. I will try to love the Father, for Allah Ta'ala."
Suddenly a middle-aged woman and her husband came up to me, hugged me and prayed for happiness for my marriage. Mama Rima and Papa Sam. The old man I once respected, the old man I had once been in my life. A man who has many stories in his life.
"Ma ... Pa ..."
"Congratulations, Son." Said Papa Sam and Mama Rima simultaneously.
"I'm sorry Dhira!" I shed these tears, remembering the times we had together.
"You're not wrong, you're Mama's best daughter-in-law. Forgive Mama for hurting you so much, you deserve to be happy, dear."
It sounded so sweet, I saw that there was sincerity there. I hugged her, "Thank you, Ma."
Papa Sam patted Mr. Zaydan on the back, "For you, please take care of my son-in-law. Don't hurt him like my son hurt him. Dhira is a diamond we never realized how precious she is."
"Surely, sir."
Suddenly, Mas Rayyan came with his wife. I kept smiling, let alone a husband who strengthened me. Mas Rayyan confronted Mr. Zaydan. "Sir! Please don't hurt him, don't repeat the mistakes I've made."
"Sure!"
Now Mas Rayyan was in front of me, "Can Mas hold Dhira one last time?"
"Sorry," stop me.
But suddenly Mr. Zaydan grabbed my shoulder, "Nothing."
I furrowed my brows, what did Mr Zaydan say that for now?
Mas Rayyan hugged me for a while, then he faced me back. I see her tears now. "Thank you for everything, sorry for always hurting you."
"Thank you for turning Dhira into a full-grown Dhira. Mas was a mistake that Dhira had found, but from that mistake Dhira learned a lot. Mas remains Zavier's father, see if Mas Rayyan wants."
"Thank you, Dhira."
Yeah, this is how it ends. The marriage I originally wanted ended tragically. I thought God was really unfair to me. But apparently, the universe answered my complaint, presenting a man who is truly sincere and loves me. I hope this is the last destiny that God has laid out for me. - Adhira Ulya in My In-laws novel Kang Setur.
- End-of-the-peak
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Thank you, thank you everyone who wants to read My Father Kang Arrange. Sorry for having made you wait for the continuation for a month because the story is hung by Author due to busyness in the real world.
The novel contains some of the true stories of most people (not the author's story, underscore!), where he was forced to live with his in-laws due to economic influences. Most in-laws would tell their son-in-law who did not work until the son-in-law decided to work so as not to be considered low again. Unfortunately, his decision was even a disaster for his household life. God is not sleeping. God replaced her by sending a man who wanted to make her an angel in her life.
Do not be sad if someone hates you, because there will be someone who loves and respects you. Greetings, dear, I'm a fan of
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