Not Planned Love (R3)

.12-Zaujatii

📚.12-Zaujatii

زوجتى انتى حبيبتى انتى

Zaujatii, Antii habiibatii

Thou art my wife, thou art my lover.

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With slow but sure steps, Arsyad approached. Letting his feet approach the figure that was crying bitterly. This room with white dominance does look more tidy than the last time he saw. Fresh flowers appear to decorate several corners, with a distinctive aroma that strikes like a natural room fragrance.

Realizing that someone was coming, the shahdu cry stopped for a moment. Followed by the next weak voice.

"Evil weed. Kara hates papih!" His words were raspy at the end of his sentence.

'Kara?' Arsyad Lirih.

"Evil weed. Papih marahin Kara same stranger guy. Papi-h jah-at," He stammered as he turned his body.

Instead of finding the figure in question, he instead found the main cause of his crying whack.

Arsyad paused for a moment. Netraannya managed to meet the beautiful hazelnut netra who broke the tears. Her beautiful face was full of tears, with a white brocade dress with short sleeves attached to her petite body. The beautiful tiara appears to be a crown framing her modestly-coupled hair. Beautiful, but looks very hurt.

"Would you like to come here?" He asked unfriendly while throwing his face away.

"Meet you." Answer Van'ar to the point.

"You don't want to see you!" Pongah the beautiful girl.

"Why?"

"No, I don't want to." Tighten that voice.

"But your papih asked me to come."

"White?" Deuteronomy.

"Hm,"

Arshad walked closer. He has tried to lower his etymology of speech. He must be patient when facing the most sensitive god creature, fragile, and easily carried away this feeling.

"Give me your hand" Pinta Ayesyad who was standing right in front of the beautiful girl.

"No way."

"Let me pin this ring. It's your right." Arsyad to the point.

The hazelnut netra switched, staring at the tiny glittering object with nanar.

"You don't want to marry me!" Resist.

'Akuun the same,' Lirih the sickened side of Arsyad wants to make a sound. But he asked with istigfar.

"Look, I'm sorry."Lirih Arsyad kneeling before him.

"Sorry for putting you in this position, Kara."

The girl called Kara looked at Arsyad a little reluctantly. The man was still kneeling while revealing the white ring in his arms. Staring at the figure that he can now look at without getting bored in the future because it has been halal.

"We may be just as willing to refuse. But kara, there are some god decrees that we cannot avoid." Arsyad said understanding.

"But why should Kara?"

"Because God has chosen you to be my helper."

"Support. When did Kara help you?"

"Because you're careless,"

"Fraudulent. Kara's careless, you mean?!" Kara Kesal.

"Because you slept without locking the door, giving me access so I could get in. But in good terms, you kept me safe from other bad possibilities."

"What bad possibilities? You're here, Modified Kara. And as a result, you and Kara got married?!"

"Yes. But at least I'm still keeping your honor, as well as myself."

The beautiful Kara-girl who was still staring at the intense Arsyad was still silent. Choose to stare at every inch of the handsome face in front of him.

"You're my wife now, we're married. Regardless of what has happened, you are my responsibility now. It's my job to guide, care for and love you." Arsyad said sincerely.

While staring at the hazelnut bead in front of him, his men moved wearing a ring in his eyes to move sweet pursuit Kara. And thankfully thank God, the ring is very fitting in sweet Kara.

"You are my wife, from today Atmariani Karamina Ardiani." Said Arsyad steady.

Immediately he moved, stood up and then faced the intense direction of the wife.

"What do you want?" Little Kara's great-grandson.

Arsyad did not press, he just wanted to carry out his duties in full. What should he do after confirming his qabulu.

Cup

Kara is in her current position. One kiss came near to her proper, making her heart beat crazy. Not to mention the gentle man faced chanting a do'a while touching both sides of his head with a still restrained position.

"Bismillahi allahumma barikly fihya wabarik laha fi (yes Allah bless him for me, and bless him for it). Allahumma inni as-aluka khairo-ha wa khaira-ha ma jabaltaha 'alaihi wa a-'udzu bika min syarriha wa min syarri majabataha 'alaihi (yes Allah,I ask for his kindness and the goodness of the character he brings.And I protect him from his ugliness and the ugliness of the character he brings)."

After chanting do'a that is usually read when the first touch of a husband to his wife. Arsyad has again normalized its position. Staring at Kara who was also looking at him questioningly. Her beautiful face looks decorated with traces of tears that look disturbing.

"From now on, my house is your home. What I have, is yours." Arsyad said as he stroked Kara's head.

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"White?" Call the beautiful girl who pops her face from behind Arsyad's back.

Tyoga breathed a sigh of relief, not expecting that his beloved daughter would be easily persuaded by strangers. A stranger? Presumably Tyoga had to think well of the status of the stranger who had turned into his son-in-law.

"Daughter of Papih," Call her happy, while opening her hands wide.

"Don't want to hug papih hm? Is there a new shelter?"

The beautiful girl shook her head, taking her out of her hiding place she immediately scattered the father's embrace.

"The evil wean of the hyx." Her little cry came back on the air.

Tyoga rubbed his daughter's back slowly. He knew why his daughter was crying. Kara is not a crybaby, but as a girl her heart is too fragile than most girls. Kara is also a girl who sometimes does not have the heart.

"It's all for Kara's sake."

"But Kara is not married yet! Kara is a kid?!" Rajuk the princess.

"Ssttt, now Kara's big. I'm an adult, because I have a husband." Tyoga gave the princess.

Mr. Usep and his wife who were there could only look at the majika and his daughter. While Arsyad-he is still loyal to be a spectator there.

"Now Kara's house isn't here anymore. But your husband's home."

"But Kara wants to stay the same papih?" He said as he shed his tears again.

"Don't cry baby." Tyoga Risau.

The wealthy businessman could not bear to see his pure tears shed. It felt like his heart was congested if he saw that his only most precious treasure was shedding tears.

"The wean will always be there for Kara. But now, there's Arsyad who's going to accompany Kara."

"Arsyad who?" Confused Kara.

Tyoga turned his head towards the son-in-law, looking at him in confusion. As if asking why her daughter could not name her own husband.

"Arshad. Arsyad An-nass Senopati Az-zzioi Kara's husband's name." The girl turned her head, looking at Arsyad who was still standing near the door.

"D-shad?" Tweet slowly.

"Yes. She's Kara's husband Arsyad." Tyoga.

Kara doesn't know what to look like. It feels too illusory all this. At a young age, she even had a husband.

"We're home, yeah,"

"Where to go? This is Kara's house."

"We go home to the"

"Yes surabaya? Come pih. Kara has missed the mbok." The girl interrupted.

"No, but Kara's husband's house."

"Kara don't want to poh." Reject the girl raw.

"Kara has to be willing, it's Kara's obligation to stay with Kara's husband."

"But pih-"

"You must come with me Kara" Arsyad's baritone voice made the girl turn her head.

"My house is your home. Wherever I live, you will stay with me. You're my responsibility." Imbuh Arsyad who immediately made the beautiful girl lowered her head.

"Let's go home with me, Kara." Take Arsyad and stretch out his hand.

Kara looked up, looked at her interlocutor's eyes. Acknowledging beliefs that might make him doubtful, but nil. That figure will hold fast to his words.

"Well, I-I want to come." Said in the end.

Making Tyoga's thin smile wry. As for Arsyad, secretly he also chanted gratitude in his heart. His new year will begin with this new status. Status as a husband who has full responsibility for his tiny wife in order to find the pleasure of Allah SWT later.

"Bismillah, may your riddhom always be with us Lord." Kecinl.

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TB

Met Morning readers all

Bct update again yo📣📣

How, how do you make this part? has anyone started baper the same bang Arsyad??

Sorry if the typo is still widely spread:(

I try to update every day on NT/MT. While in Wttp again off dlu updatenya. Ok, don't forget the comment yo, the diligent comment is still 5 people the same yes. Where the hell are the others???

Dung comment, I wait!

Later I will be breaking down update again😔

Wokee, I made a part today. Greetings from the Author, hopefully all healthy readers always yes.Amiin^^

Wetts😀

Sukabumi 18 Oct 2020