Patience of My Husband

15.Finally, too

AGUS POV

Now the day that I am waiting for has come, even though I know my future wife has not been able to accept and love me.

but I'm going to have this domestic relationship.

The MUA who sent from the Hani family has arrived since dawn.

at seven o'clock we and our family left for the reception hall.

along the way I said DOA. begging to be given the ease and smoothness of all our affairs.

my heart began to beat rapidly when it arrived in the building.I was amazed by the decorations.

as soon as we went inside, we and our family were warmly welcomed from the family of Papa Surya.

I was moved by the welcome given by the Hani family .

I was flanked by both Hani's parents and also my mother to the place of agreement.

after a few events passed, it was suddenly time for the bride to be sent out of her room.

I looked at Hani who came out of the room with her parents holding her right and left.

I saw Hani who was so beautiful and graceful...

to the extent that my little heart said "must I be with you as an angel".

unite all this because of worship.and I will run it all by expecting a riddho from MU YES ALLAH.

I say ijab qobul with one breath...I soon heard the word SAH.

I shed tears.I didn't expect if I ended up being her husband Hani .

a woman who was forced to marry me at the request of her parents .

Pengulu sir said a prayer.after that I reached out my hand to Hani.

I kissed his forehead and I read a prayer..

**Allahumma inni as'aluka min khairiha

Wa Khairi MA jabaltahaa

wa a'udzubika min syarrihaa wa syarrimma

jabaltaha a'laih **.

O Allah, I ask you for his own good and for his good

you put it upon him.

And I take refuge in YOU from his ugliness and the ugliness you set upon him.

after that it continues with the sungkeman event and the expression of a Papa who hands his daughter over to a man who will be a companion and priest to his daughter.

I was moved to hear what her Papa Hani expressed .

I answered everything Papa said, I sincerely spoke from my deepest heart.

I want this marriage to be my first and last but it's up to Hani, how she brings this household together.

Hani runs and hugs her Papa while crying.

I hugged Papa and cried.

there are too many events that I have to go through.I see Hani enjoying every event after event.

Make his bride ayok dong go to the stage, sing a song or two...

a word from one of Hani's friends .

Hani had refused, but Kinan and Rani's parents forced him to go up.

me and Hani followed their will.

Hani started singing the song...

Hani deeply pervades the song she sings.I heard a slightly quivering voice, I clasped her hand to give her strength .

I thought Hani would refuse my hand, but she smiled at me.

after Hani finished ..I also tried to sing a song , whose title I had written on paper and I gave it to the tenor.

**LOVE TO DEATH**

Thou art soul mate

Your name is engraved in the navel

Every step I prayed

Thou shalt be the moor of my heart

give your love to my life

I want you to know how much you miss

live your life with me

Listen to it

All night I prayed

Kneel down and then I ask

Listen to it

All night I prayed

Kneel down and then I ask

my love for you is always awake

And I must be loyal

I keep holding Hani's hand from singing to getting off the stage until I smile at Hani who did not let go of my hand.

may this be a sign that you are starting to open your heart.

I didn't expect the reception to last until night, and so many invited guests came and went.

until nine o'clock in the evening there were still many guests who came.I see Hani began to fatigue because too long stood up to shake hands and thank the invited guests.

finally, at ten o'clock in the night, Papa and Mama told us to go home first

because of seeing the exhausted Hani.

me and Hani and also the kids went home first.

it only took a few minutes

until home .. I followed Hani's steps to his room, as soon as I went inside. The room was so spacious was much different from the condition of my room.

after that I went to the bathroom.wanted to clean my body that already felt sticky .

again I was amazed by the bathroom.

will he be able to stay at home later with circumstances that are much different from my circumstances.

I also took a shower.clean my body that already feels sticky.

finished the bath I immediately took the ablution water to perform the prayers left behind.

after that Hani entered the bathroom.

I pray the night before I go to sleep.

until I finished praying and teaching, Hani did not come out of the bathroom.

I was afraid that something might happen to her that I hurriedly knocked on the bathroom door.I was afraid that she might fall asleep in the bathroom or pass out.

after I knocked and called him ...

hani's voice came from inside and answered.

before I ask..Hani apologized for not being a full-fledged wife.

And I will not demand my right to Hani until he is ready, because I do not want to force him.

even though she's my wife.

after I spoke and asked for permission to sleep on his bed .

I tried to close my eyes to fall asleep, but somehow my heart and mind felt restless.

I closed my eyes even though I wasn't asleep.

I felt a movement from the bed.Perhaps Hani had started to break down her body.

the smell of the body makes me more agitated, though,

I don't want to think I'm sleeping on my back to Hani.

after a while I saw that Hani had fallen asleep.

I dare to look at myself

hani's face up close..."PRETTY"

that word came out of my mouth.

Mas not willing.if your skin is white and smooth this must be seen by many people ..but if I force you to hijab .. do you want a deck?

it does not feel willing if many people will praise the beauty of your skin.

I said while looking at my wife's face that looked very tired.

Thank you yach dek ,mas has been allowed to sleep one bed with you.

I hope this is a good start to our relationship.

I kissed her forehead.Good sleep my angel dream beautiful dreams.

I tried to close my eyes again.

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