Pursuing the Love of Siti

130. Reception (Jihan and Akbar)

“If your wife comes to you, then order her to pray two rakaats behind you” (HR. Abu Bakr ibn Abi Syaibah)

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The party atmosphere began to look at his activities. Some of the guests began to arrive. Some are alone, bring a partner, bring a child and his wife. Jihan and Akbar welcomed their arrival in a friendly manner.

"Congratulations, yes, bar. You finally get back to a life partner. May samawa." Commander Iptu Anjasmara.

Thank you, Mr. Jas. Honey, this is Mr. Anjas, my teacher. Mr. Anjas is my cousin." Akbar said introducing the man in front of him.

Jihan greets iptu Anjas with sticky greetings. The man's face looks beautiful. Mr. Anjas then introduced his wife and daughter. They shake hands with each other, Jihan is happy to be introduced by one of her husband's families.

"Hay, bro. Congratulations to you." Akbar greeted one of the men in army uniform. They shake hands, seeming several men in the same uniform lined up waiting in line to meet the bride.

"Mas, Akbar survived, yes." A woman in a Polwan uniform greets both brides.

Akbar was silent as the woman appeared before him. He didn't budge for a long time until the woman said something to Jihan. "Bak I'll take Akbar, yeah. He's a good man, so lucky to have him." Said the woman.

"Tia" Call Akbar when the woman is about to leave the guarantee. Akbar approached Tia.

"Thank you for coming to my wedding."

"Together,bar. I came as your friend, not as your ex-wife. Hope he doesn't let you down, bar. Not like I used to be. I'm saying goodbye." Tia leaves Akbar out of the stage.

Jihan looked at her husband as if she wanted to know what was really going on. As a wife, it was natural that she felt jealous to see Akbar's face change after meeting the woman.

Who is that woman really? why did Mas Akbar look pale after the woman's arrival? Yes, Allah if Akbar has a mass then with another woman I have to accept. Just as Akbar accepted my situation.

"Bar, Jihan. Congratulations, yes." Jonathan appeared while holding Ilham.

"Sir Jihan, Akbar is safe. Finally my sister found her life partner. May samawa." Ilham.

"Thank you, Jo, thank you. By the way, did you guys get along? Pula docking?" Jihan giggled at the sight of the two men in front of her in a friendly arms.

"Hahahahaa..victim cravings, Ji. bininya want us to join with, if not ntar his son ileran." Jonathan glanced at the man beside him who was already a sour face.

"If I don't follow the address, I'll sleep in the living room." Answer Ilham.

"Hahahahaaha" Jihan, Akbar, and Jonathan together laugh at the fate of Ilham.

"Patience, you're free in six months" replied Jonathan.

"We're saying goodbye, yeah. Anyway I'm picking up Jihan, bar. He's like a brother to both of us." Pamit Jonathan followed Ilham from behind.

"Mas, our special guest has arrived."

Several women in army green clothes lined up to enter the stage. They are active readers of the novel entitled Pursuing Love Siti. Yes, although most who stop by the average author rather than a pure reader.

Uh, the author is even vent. wkwkwkwkwkwkwkwkwkwkwkw.

There are Rhina Sri, Aqila mother, lina ulfi mother, and many more. There were several other novel cast members who stopped by their show.

"Congratulations, Akbar and Jihan." Said the God who came with the two beautiful women.

"Well, god, wife of two, yes. May I give you tips no one knows nular. Awwww!" Akbar grimaced in pain from his wife's pinch.

"My wife is just one Akbar mas. Just one Mara, and the beautiful one next to me is Rasty's mom." The god introduced the two women who were coming with him.

God and Mara say goodbye from the bridal stage.

Bruuuk!

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't accidentally, but I'm not dad" Jonathan accidentally got hit with a pretty hijab girl.

"My name is Jonathan. You're free to call me Jo or Nathan too. Just don't call me Paijo."

"Hey, may I have no hp, Wa, instagram or fesbuk." Jonathan Sahut.

The girl just passed by while smiling. Leaving a myriad of curiosity in the heart of the weathered bachelor.

The woman laughed at Jonathan. "Rasty. You can only call me Rasti." he said as he turned back to answer the man's call.

That girl is so sweet. Ah, Jo your heart is racing.

"Akbar and Jihan survived, yes. May it last until grandparents and grandparents. Congratulations, han. You finally married Akbar. Kirain you're the same Jonathan." Saying women named Nofi khanza and Ayu widia alternately.

"Siti"

"Kok you cry, ti?"

"I'm happy to see you finally find a heart patch. May Samawa yes, brother."

Tiara and Jihan embraced each other with a newfound embrace. Two friends who had cracked up for fighting over one man. But it was Tiar who won the man's heart. Seeming from afar Aisyah's mother was moved by the intimacy of the two. In his view it seemed as if he had seen Jihan and Siti in the past.

The party is over. Everyone involved in the show has completed their work. Invitations one by one have been announced to the bride. Now the Alex Prasetyo family and the two brides have returned home.

"Thank God, baby. Finally finished our show. And finally we're officially real husband and wife." Sahut Akbar when they were in the bridal room.

"Thank God, mas. Also tired, it turns out. If you know this mending we just do not need to use a party." Complain Jihan.

"Why, is it hard, huh?" Tempta Akbar while sucking the niche of his wife's neck.

"Mas"

"Yes"

"You owe me a story"

Akbar began to tidy up his sitting position.

"Story debt?" Akbar scratched his non-itchy head.

"On the woman."

Akbar lowered his head. His eyes stared at the ceiling. His face turned into a wistful one, considering that there was a bitter taste he had experienced.

"Pearl name. I like to call her Tia. She's my best friend's wife, Wira. Tia and Wira are planning to get married, and Wira dies while on duty. I heard that Tia was threatened with expulsion because she was pregnant and Tia's family asked me to marry her child. Because they are not likely to hold the hero accountable, because Wira does not have parents and big people are waiting for.

After Tia's son was born I was asked to divorce Tia. I also agreed because we were never home. Only ties shackle us. No one knows the status of our marriage. Only the people know."

Jihan only fell silent after hearing her husband's story. Everyone must have a mass, both himself and Akbar accept each other's shortcomings.

"Darling, sorry I just told you now. I also didn't expect Tia to come to our wedding."

"Mas, I'm not angry. Just a little surprised, it turns out you are a widower. Whatever it is, my. I have no problem with your mass. Shouldn't we accept all that belongs to our spouse. If you can accept me, I won't."

Akbar kissed Jihan's hand. Their eyes clashed. Jihan tried to hold her heartbeat that felt tight.

"What time is it, baby?"

Jihan glanced at her phone "Jam 8 at night, mas."

"We pray isya yuk." Jihan nodded following her husband for ablution.

"I intend to pray after the marriage of two rakaats because Allah Ta'ala Allah is Most Great."

In this worship service, the husband becomes a priest for his wife. This new couple also held the worship by themselves. In addition, the prayer reading can be said aloud. Jihan and Akbar finally finished performing the sunah prayer followed by Fardhu Prayer.

"Ha"

"Yes, my mom."

"I want it. Can I?"

"Are you not disappointed?"

Akbar shook his head. He had already accepted his wife's shortcomings. Jihan finally accepted her husband's request.

Allahumma baarik lii fii gawiki, wa baarik lahum fiyya. Allahummazuqnii minhum warzuqhum minni. Allahummajma' baynanaa maa jama'ta ila khairin, wa farriq baynanaa idza farraqta ilaa khairin.

It means: “Oh Allah, bless me and my wife, and bless them with my cause. O Allah, grant me sustenance for them, and give them sustenance for me. O Allah, unite us (both) in goodness and separate us (both) in goodness.”

Akbar kissed his wife's forehead. Their lips clashed, from a small kiss turned into a demanding one. Akbar lay his body on the bed, his hands began to lead towards his wife's lingerie rope.

And

His hand turned off the desk lamp in his room.

Seriate.