Qibla Love A
About the Heart
The atmosphere in the middle room of the Syarief family looked tense, and increasingly tense as the bride came out of the room - flanked by two women of different ages.
Cia and Harumi accompanied Aisya out of the room. As the two women flanking her widened their smiles, Aisya was seen sighing slowly over and over again. Honestly, his current heartbeat was tardier - compared to when he met Arion at the home after being separated for 6 years.
What's more when he saw all eyes on her, Aisya wanted to turn around and go back into the room. Hiding his face behind the pillow, not wanting to see the face of Arion-who had been staring at him deeply without blinking. From Aisya began to enter the ijab room, until Aisya sat next to Arion.
"Come, greetings to her husband,"
Speech of Pak Ustazd Mustofa made Aisya more down, but he did not mind he also grabbed the hand of Arion outstretched to him. Aisya kissed the back of the veined hand while closing both eyes.
Fulfilling each of their first touches, a halal touch that will bring reward and heaven to both.
Everyone cheered, as Arion kissed Aisya's head while the girl was still in the position of kissing the back of Arion's hand - her husband.
The joyous spirit on the eve of Aisya and Arion's wedding was so pronounced, even though it was only attended by the Duren Sawit brothers - even though it was not complete. Also the close neighbors, Mr. RT, and Mr. Ustazd.
In between their happiness, a girl is watching a man in a black shirt who looks to greet Arion and Aisya. The girl stared unblinkingly, her beloved man looked many times more handsome - even though his hairstyle was not as neat as his twin.
His smile expands when the gaze of the Man is directed at him. With a very high sense of confidence - the girl waved at the man of her tribe. Although the response given by the man, not in accordance with his wishes.
"When can you see my sincerity," he said.
The girl smiled wistfully, when she saw the man of her clan staring sparkly at a hijab girl who was greeting her best friend.
Will there be no hope for him? what if he gives up, the idol will be happy? if indeed it can make the person he loves happy, he will be willing to give up.
"It's okay Rumi, I'm fine" he told himself.
With graceful steps, Harumi drew closer to Aisya and Arion. Both corners of her lips lifted up high - even the girl stretched out her hands to let Aisya into her arms.
Harumi did not care if his behavior was even in the spotlight of many eyes, including the man of his heart-father Arshaka. The man in the black shirt stared pensively at the girl's childish behavior.
Shaka's gaze moved, his eyes staring gently at the lavender girl who was smiling thinly. The faint smile that made Shaka was infected, but when he realized that the girl's smile was directed in the other direction - the smile on Shaka's lips slowly faded. What's more, when you know who the person the girl is looking at inside, with a thin sweet smile.
Alzaska, his own twin brother. The man, who was of a similar age to Shaka, seemed to be talking seriously with his father. Even Aska did not care at all about the adoring gaze that the girl showed.
While Shaka, the man died holding the heat in his heart. Why does it taste so bad, when you know that the person you like is actually liking another man.
That question should apply to Harumi as well. This is what it feels like, when you love a man who is completely unwilling to look at you.
"Aska, want to propose to a girl's father."
Shaka who was approaching his father and brother stopped for a moment. The slightly puffed-haired man sharpened both of his ears - even one corner of his eyes glanced at the girl who was still staring at Aska without blinking.
The girl looks stiffened, Shaka can see from her body gestures. The girl even twisted her long pasmina with repeated movements.
"He was one of the students in the pesantren, his name was Amora Kanzha."
Aska's next speech, made the girl's body relax - while Shaka, the man did not know what to behave now. He had to thank the Little Sister, or grieve at not having the heart to see that staring at Alzaska.
**HOLLA MET NIGHT EPRIBADEH
SORRY TO BE LATE, OTHOR'S BRAIN INFORMATION AGAIN STUCK HEHE
DON'T FORGET SUPPORT LIKE VOTE COMMENTS GIFTS AND FAVORITES YES
SEE YOU NEXT PARTNER MUUAACHH**
