Not the Hope Husband

Akad

All panicking and shouting at each other, asking what was the matter and what was the sound behind? people who have not been in the car are scattered. But the security tried to calm down if it was just the sound of tires leaking from a car whose position was the rear.

The faces were panicked, anxious. Calm back, I was afraid there was a heavy incident.

At last. The car in Fatir drove to a place that had been prepared, yes it was a mosque in the area, followed by a car carrying the bride and her family.

Two wedding cars decorated with ribbons and flowers rolled into the area of the grand mosque. Arriving there, everyone descended to enter the mosque and there were already several invitations present there to watch the event.

With a heart that is not karuan, the heart continues to beat fast and the knees also vibrate. Fatir tried to strengthen his heart, then swing his step into the middle of the mosque there is already a table that is intended for kabul ijab later. And greetings and basmalah in the heart.

Fatir who was wearing a white shirt and black suit that looks so formal, he sat himself in the company of his mother, his two uncles and Darma, as well as Fatir's two brothers who faithfully not far from the brother.

While Viona and her family and Alisa are sitting in the corner. Viona looked uneasy considering the penghulu was not present yet, but the MC calmed the restless-looking heart.

Mr. Rusadi who looks handsome in his costume looks calm and a little smiling. "May the forerunner not come. What a mistake or a hindrance, so that this marriage fails. Even if I'm ashamed at least I didn't get them married, there are still a lot of men who deserve my youngest daughter." Mumbled Rusadi in his heart.

Fatir's heart still can't calm down, just keep dag dig dug not careless. He took a deep breath and then slowly threw it away.

"Don't tense. Take it easy, man." Bisik Darma's.

"By the way it's easy. I'm the one whose path is hard to calm down." Reply Fatir.

The hand of the mother holding the hand of Fatir gives support and calms. "You can definitely. Rest assured everything will go well." With his voice.

Mr. Rusadi occasionally saw the clock in his hand. "The power does not come from the KUA." Mumbled.

But after a few minutes, the ruler came and immediately sat in front of the table that had been provided. Fatir close his seat to the table approaching the pak penghulu, the heart beats faster the feeling of uncertainty. Tense, groggy. nervous are all mixed into one.

He looked to the left, which was a little far away from him. A woman wearing a bride kebaya was looking down as if she wanted to hide her beautiful face.

Viona also felt the same as Fatir felt today. From Viona's palm came a cold sweat. But there is an anxiety that undermines Viona's heart at the moment, he can't imagine that his family knows that Fatir married Viona like a paid man for her.

The show will begin immediately. With the beginning of the basmalah pengulu lead ijab and kabul. At first Fatir was silent for a while and inhaled many times, making everyone present feel uneasy. The heartbeat really seems to be driving adrenaline.

Especially with Viona who was staring at Fatir with anxious expectation, while sighing deeply. Then it blows very long. "Nurp ...."

Fatir turned his head again towards Viona slowly, their two pairs of eyes met for a moment. Then the two bowed their faces to each other.

Darma patted Fatir's shoulder as he said slowly. "Come, man, you can do it. Time to fail? shame on us as men if we can not say a sacred promise. Especially in moments like this."

Fatir responded just by nodding slowly. Then closed his eyes and sighed deeply, then shook the hand of the surly Rusadi sir. "I accept the marriage of Viona Nurulita bint Rusadi father with mascawin a set of prayer tools, paid in cash." Fatir said kabul ijab very loudly with just one breath, finished.

"Huh? legitimately? legitimate?" ask pak penghulu to all who are present.

"Well .." replied everyone present in unison and felt relieved.

Next Fatir read the sacred pledge of a man to a woman, that he will fulfill all his obligations as a husband to his wife.

After that, Viona led her mother and Alisa to sit next to Fatir to receive the marriage and sign the marriage book. With that feeling that Dag dig dug Viona sat down.

After giving a beautiful formed mascawin. They put each other's wedding rings on their ring fingers.

"As a sign you are legitimate. Please the groom kiss the wife on the forehead and the bride kiss her husband's hand. Mango sauce! you're already Halal," the MC suggested to Fatir and Viona.

Netra eyes Fatir glanced towards Viona who lowered her face.

Many prompts told Fatir to kiss Viona on the forehead, Fatir finally gently landed his kiss, although both looked tense and stiff. With hesitation, Viona grabbed Fatir's hand and kissed him briefly.

Everyone smiles happily. Viona was just a faint forced smile. Similarly, Fatir tried hard to hide the tension and nervousness.

the continuation of the event is the prayer led by Mr. Ustadz. A prayerful reading with a sincere heart Ikhlas asks for all the good for the bride and groom.

Now is the time to talk to both parents. Ask for blessings and prayers.

"Mom." Fatir hugged the mother who had teary eyes.

"Be a responsible husband. Don't play this wedding, son." Bu Afiah rubbed his eldest son's back.

Just a nod as Fatir's response to his mother. Then turning on Viona's parents, the first Fatir came to was oma Yani.

"Mom." Fatir kissed the hands of oma Yani respectfully.

"For my grandson, love him as you love yourself or your mother. Don't hurt him." Pat both shoulders Fatir.

Fatir nodded and continued to Asri as the wife's mother. "Auntie." Grabbing hands and kissing them.

"Mama! Son of Fatir, titip Viona huh? now he is your responsibility," said Asri lirih to Fatir while hugging him.

"God willing Aunty, em ... Mama." Answer Fatir.

Then, Fatir faced Mr. Rusadi, no words were spoken from either of them. Just a respectful hand kiss from Fatir. After that Mr. Rusadi wiped his hands on the back of the shirt.

Then Fatir turned to Viona who was hugging the mother-in-law.

Finished the event. They all returned home in cars, this time Fatir and Viona used the same car. Behind the bride and in front of the driver and Darma.

"Don't strain dong broo, it's halal." Goda Darma after looking back. Fatir looked tense and clumsy.

Fatir's head shook his head while smiling wryly. While Viona looked out the window with a thought that went nowhere. Fingers are linked to each other.

Arriving at home, a live meal. The atmosphere in the luxurious house the combination of bone white and black was so crowded.

"Mas. See that high wedding cake, huh? higher than us." Sidar was amazed to see the towering tarts.

"Yes, how does it feel?" adam looked at the cake.

"I didn't go home yet ah. Before getting this cake," continued Sidar while eating.

"Taste, will not be open today anyway," continued Adam so sure.

"Fuck, Mas. Surely today it's cut .. it's not possible sometime." Sider kekeh.

"What are you talking about?" Someone's voice from behind the two of them ....

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Hi.... my reader how are you today, may all the good news? do not support Viona and Fatir ya🙏