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12. wedding day

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After two days of waking up from the coma, Salsa was allowed to go home. The girl looked as healthy as ever. Salsa has also been told that her friends survived the incident. He was very grateful because God again and AGAIN gave his praise.

"Sir we're going straight to the Bountique hotel, huh?" mother Salsa said after they entered the white jazz honda car.

Salsa frowned.

"Kok there, bun? What do you want, there?" salsa said later.

The mother turned her head and smiled sweetly, "The mother forgot to tell you if the mother now did not attend the wedding party. No papa would stop by for a minute. If we go home first, mother can not, because mother there is a need after this. No papa, son?"

Salsa was a little surprised to hear that. How could her mother bring herself to attend the wedding after she came home from the hospital.

"But bun, Salsa kan-"

"Udah is okay. There will be a pot there. Sorry, but a little pushy. You end this, mother is really busy," said mother Salsa. Because Salsa was lazy to argue small with her mother. Finally, the girl agreed. After all, his mother would definitely not be able to embarrass herself in public.

After about half an hour they arrived because the road was a little jammed. Considering this is the lunch schedule of office workers and so forth. The car was parked sweetly in front of a famous hotel in Jakarta City. They immediately came out and greeted someone who brought a pink dress with a pretty beautiful brucat cut. The dress can be said to be quite elegant. Salsa was fascinated by the dress. Pink is her favorite color.

Maybe Salsa was too fascinated with the dress, so she did not realize if she was already in the wardrope room.

"Loh, you know, why ko-"

"Huss is silent. Eyke should be putting on makeup for a while. Because job eyke again a lot. Don't move much mbak, eyke must pursue deposit," said mas-mas stylish. Salsa was of course confused half dead. She was told to wear the pink dress without having to make any comments. Of course Salsa had a comment before he was pushed into the dressing room.

Salsa followed that instruction with great confusion. Who's married here? Why should anyone bother with Salsa? What relation? Salsa was a little upset. He had just been discharged from the hospital, even after a coma. He was even treated like this. Hey, enough is enough! Salsa don't be so spoiled. Haha! It's not Salsa once for complaining.

After an hour in the wardrope room. Finally Salsa changed like a princess in a fairy tale. The girl's face is only in a little makeup polish as Salsa continues to protest when her face in makeup is too thick. But, with a thin make it even makes Salsa stunning with extraordinary simplicity. The girl is very.... It's pretty!

Until a door was knocked and the whole thing appeared.

"Wooaaaaa. I don't think it's Salsa. Mother really did not expect lhoo, Sal," said the mother while holding her daughter's shoulders.

"Mother explained, why did the troublesome Salsa want to marry gini? Why didn't you tell me Salsa was gonna be a brides maid?"

The mother chuckled amusedly. Brides maid as pretty, this? Hehe.

"it's your wedding reception with Dirga" and one breath from her mother has been able to make Salsa's eyes widen. His heart was racing faster. It looks like he's about to have a sudden heart attack, even though Salsa is a heart specialist.

"Dirga's feelings have told you," said the mother, smiling non-stop. Who would have thought that his daughter had become a wife. Salsa tried to recall the conversation she had with Dirga the other day.

You have to rest a lot, so you recover quickly. Be ready after the hospital is out

And he very clearly remembered the words that came out of Dirga's mouth. So this is what the man said the other day. Getting ready? Wedding reception? Yes Rabb, Salsa did not ask more clearly. This is Salsa who's too stupid or how. Why didn't he think up to here? Ah, Salsa forget it!

For Salsa, marriage was a sacred bond, following the sunna of the Apostle. Salsa will not be recognized by the Messenger of Allah if he does not practice the sunna of the Apostle.

If possible, Salsa wanted to cry right now. The chanting of holy verses of the Qur'an has echoed throughout the ballroom of the famous hotel. Dirga recites Surah Ar-Rahman as his dowry. The second time Dirga married Salsa after a sudden hospital wedding. Moreover, at that time Salsa was unconscious. His dowry was quite simple but most glorious in the eyes of God.

Dirga began to say kabul ijab smoothly. Salsa could hear him clearly even though he was in the wardrope room. A drop of Salsa tears just came down.

All women want to be in the Salsa position. He had a good priest like Dirga. All women must dream of a priestly candidate who will lead him to his Jannah.

Salsa was completely moved at this moment. On the other hand, he was also sad. This marriage is not based on feelings. She had to marry him. Although the handsome man had convinced himself that it would be a good faith, but still, Salsa considered that all this was similar to compulsion.

Until the door was knocked, Salsa turned her head quickly when the door opened and displayed a handsome man who had filled her mind since then. Dirga came in with his pride uniform. As a major general of the TNI AU, Dirga was allowed to wear TNI uniforms.

Dirga picked him up!

The heart specialist's body was shaking violently, his hands were sweating cold, the heat suddenly in the room, even though the AC was on. His heart was pounding violently, as if, that heart was about to jump out. Awesome in between the two.

Salsa tried to shake off her nervousness and act normal. But I can't! His heart cannot compromise.

Dirga would grab his hand, but Salsa kept him away.

"Why salsa?" dirga said confusedly. Every time Dirga would touch her, Salsa dodged to the point of making Dirga squash herself. The young man knew enough that Salsa was not used to the man's grasp. Too plain indeed, but it can make Dirga anxious himself. It's hilarious!

Until Salsa daydreamed for a while.

"Salsa." call Dirga slowly. The girl was still shaking, not moving so her hands were in Dirga's hands. Again, Salsa had not noticed it.

"Ahh k-kak Dirga," said Salsa nervously after noticing her hand was already in tight grip. Wanting to pull his hand, but Dirga even tightened his grip. He never touched a hand like this with any man. So it's an effect this big.

Without warning, Dirga kissed Salsa's forehead long enough. Salsa had already closed her eyes from being too nervous. He would fall if Dirga did not embrace him. Dirga's kiss made Salsa limp, as if her energy was being absorbed.

"I'll split you up, Sal. I won't promise, but I'll work on it" said Dirga softly similar to a whisper.

Salsa closed her eyes again to enjoy a moment of hugging from the warm burly body. Then, he nodded weakly. Salsa will also try to erase the bad feelings about Dirga who still loves her cousin's sister.