Pursuing the Love of Siti

86. After the Reception

...Whoever is married has perfected half of his worship (his religion). And he shall fear Allah SWT in the maintenance of the part." (CHR. Thabrani and Judge)....

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Tiara was really upset with Inspiration. Because the man refrained from coming to the dinner held by their family.

His feet entered the bathroom. It still felt like he was in his mind when the man touched his back. Amused! Yes, very amused. Tiara held her stomach which started singing. His smile flashed the idea of looking for a reason to eat.

"Darling, it's still a long time?" Call for inspiration from outside.

There is no lawfulness.

"You're not papa, are you."

The inner Tiara was still thinking of finding an excuse. But still his brain is dead-end.

Chequelek

The bathroom door is open. Tiara used the negligee t-shirt she used to wear. While holding his stomach, he pretended to limp.

"You why? getting sick? The feeling was good."

"I'm .. I'm like mag deh. I forgot it was just a wedge of biscuits." lamented Tiara slightly pinned towards her husband.

"Yes, we pray plural first, this is already through Maghrib. No papa, right?"

"No papa, ham eeeh mas ilham." The Tiara became even more unsettled as Ilham took hold of her body.

"Ti"

"Eh, yeah, why?" Inspiration saw his wife's face flushed red.

"Ti" the Whisperer of Inspiration pierced the woman's ear.

"I ... I'm going to Mom's room. Can you?"

Inspiration to understand that his wife groggy on their first night. Finally he allowed his wife to spend the night with Aisyah's mother. The man went into the bathroom to clean himself up. He stayed in the bathroom for a long time.

Should I be honest with him about this? Why am I afraid to ruin his happiness?

Yes, God forgive me. I'm not ready to tell the truth.

ILham POV

I lay my body on our wedding bed. After cleaning up, stretching my muscles, because before this wedding, my mind was screwed. My unpreparedness before I know the truth. Before I knew that Lina and Siti were the same woman.

The sound of water coming from the bathroom. Ah, my wife was cleaning herself up after we had to give up our legs to stand up. Be happy? sure do. Who would have thought the girl I was going to marry was my own lover.

Thank God the kabul was going well. I didn't expect to be the husband of Siti, the woman I love. The bitterness of our relationship journey, made my love stronger. Although maybe I was too late to realize that when siti left, I felt devastated.

When I went to the altar of marriage, I resigned, if indeed me and siti were not a match. It turns out, everything went dramatically.

When sungkeman so many tips given by both our parents. A cry from my mother as I bowed down at her feet. Oma's cry as I asked for my blessing. Papa Pramono, the man who raised me, even though he knew I was not his son but he still treated me like his biological son. Much advice given by papa.

"Ham, now you're married. Whatever your wife does is your responsibility.

Be a good husband, guide your wife patiently, don't be rude to her once in a while."

Oh God why I am so upset. I, O Allah, fear not to make Siti happy. Especially with this lack of mine. Would he accept me when he found out I was barren.

"Mas."

I see Tiara's still wearing her negligee. He was whining to come to the family dinner.

But why is he relaxing? Ah, he's hard to guess.

"Yes." I replied half lazy.

"It's already half nine, mas."

"Continue?"

"Say I want to pray Isya."

Jesus, I was the one who asked him to pray. I stood up to take the sarong and the prayer mat. I saw Siti already wearing mukena. Ah, my beautiful wife lost her clothes covered like that.

POV Author

Finished the prayer Ilham looked at Tiara who seemed to be getting sleepy.

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.”

"Ti, you're tired of it."

"Yes, I'm going to sleep. Can you?"

"May, but sleep here." Inspiration patted his thigh.

Tiara smiled and spread her head over her husband's thigh. Several times inspiration rained down on the kiss in Tiara's hair.

"How do you feel after today?" Tiara said as she stroked her husband's face.

"Spechelles, did not expect we would be a real husband and wife. Papa said I would marry a woman named Lina. Tell me to make you forget, I was in shock. Plus you said you wanted to marry your papa's chosen man."

"Ham, you forgot, yes, if my name is Siti marlina."

Inspiration surprised, never thought of him about it. Maybe because it's down first. Inspiration moves to kiss the wife's forehead.

Tiara smiled, it turned out that she felt at that moment exactly the same as Ilham experienced. How he felt afraid, because he was going to marry zack, the man of his papa choice.

"Mas. You told them the dinner was canceled. I'm tired, I want to rest."

Ilham took a cell phone call to his family to cancel his dinner. His eyes glanced at the sleeping wife still using her face. The man moved his wife into bed. Mukena deliberately did not open because she was afraid Tiara woke up.

The rain began to rain down on the earth. Ilham stared at the glass of the hotel facing the large street.

The streets are starting to quiet, the atmosphere there looks gripping.

"Mas"

Sayup heard his wife's voice, either anxious or already conscious. Inspiration is still focused on looking at the window glass. His body was like someone was hugging from behind.

"Sleep." Tiara looks half sleepy pulling her husband into bed.

They looked at each other in the bed. Inspiration peeps his wife's forehead.

" I love siti, I'm happy to marry you. I promise I will always be there for you."

Inspiration kissed Tiara's forehead gently. Hands hugging each other. Today they are officially husband and wife. Tiara tried to temper her unreasonable feelings.

As a husband who loved his wife, Ilham could not wait to do it. Including the happiness of the wife.

Inspiration continued to shower the kiss on Tiara's face. Tiara closed her eyes enjoying every kiss that landed on her cheeks, eyes, nose and then touched her neck. His hands clasped tightly onto the sheets.

" Are you ready, baby?"

"I'm your wife now, I'll give my soul to my husband. Whatever is inside of me is yours."

Inspiration hugged Tiara.

"I am your husband. I will take care of you all my body soul. Whatever is on me is yours."

Inspiration broke his embrace slowly. Staring at the wife who was only 1 cm away. Staring at each other with their smile. Then with a plan of inspiration spread the Tiara. Inspiration again landed a kiss on Tiara's lips, his hands slumped into the negligee, touched the wife's breasts, squeezed them gently.

Ilham asked Tiara to unbutton her shirt. Tiara unbuttoned her husband's shirt. His eyes were rounded as the checkered body plastered real, making himself have to swallow his saliva.

"You don't want to hold papa, really. You too." The speech directing Tiara's hand touched her stomach.

Tok

"Ham, are you asleep?"

There was a sound knocking on the door from outside. Inspiration immediately put on a shirt while Tiara opened the door.

"Mama Mila, what's wrong?" Tiara asked her mother-in-law.

"Papa, ti, his heart's pounding." Mama Mila answered while crying.

Ilham immediately went to the room where his mother's father was staying, the inspiration examined papa Pramono, feeling his pulse was weak.

One of the families contacted the nearest hospital.