SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTER 21. YOUNG LADY EL QAVI
Mahira writes in a notebook that she used to communicate with Dila.
" Dila, I want ijab qobul to wait again."
The yellow-skinned fingers were also linked, re-mas each other between his knuckles tightly. Dila is nervous, in a moment her status will change into the wife of a foreign widower who has not been familiar for long.
"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim...."
After the magistrate led Ezra to a ceremony, he continued his sentence by shaking the groom's hand.
"I marry you ananda Ezra El Qavi to Dilara Huwaida bint Ruhama, with a dowry of 25,010,000 rupiah, cash."
(Use a guardian judge because Dila's nasab is not known, the mention of bint is only a formality referring to the adoption letter even though the adoptive parent's nasab cannot replace the original nasab, unless ever breastfed by the rules of sharia that apply)
Ermita who was amazed by the rigor and calmness of Dila, she embraced her waist, put her head attached to the bride as if channeling as much as the sense that, you will be part of our family, I love you Dila.
Both Mita and Mahira, both of them embraced each other while reciting many prayers for Dila, although the friend did not hear but they were sure, the language of the heart was up and understood by him.
"YEAH ... SAH ... LEGITIMATE."
The noise of the audience is marked by the tilting of both palms into the air. The two bridesmaids race to say that Dila has legally become Ezra's wife.
"Dila, my sister-in-law." Mita.
"Dila, you've legitimately become Mr. Ezra's handsome and dashing wife, dear mabruk." Mahira wrote another sentence.
The two papers were presented by two girls ayu at Dilara, received trembling by skinny hands wrapped in a dark brown robe.
"I'm married." Inner Dilara. Her tears dripped, no matter what use the clear liquid flowed from the corner of her round eyes, she hesitated.
Insanely numb, his mother even budged in his place even though only a few feet away from Dilara's seat now.
"Summa's with you, Dila." Mahira wrote again.
Dila averted her eyes, turning her body to face the mother who was sitting right behind her.
"Mother, sorry," said Dilara with a thin lips.
Dila grabbed the right hand of Ruhama who was still loyal on his lap. Pecking it reverent back and forth, until the circle of netranya back wet the palm that has shriveled eroded the times.
Ruhama only glanced at the back of the girl who was bowing before him. His heart was also broken, wanting to embrace him but he was reluctant.
Dilara opposition will never be the same as Dilanya, a submissive girl and sweet solace.
Dilara's sadness over Ruhama's attitude paused when the ruler approached him to sign the document.
After that, Mr. Emery, Ezra and Yai Sa'id came to the room where Dilara was. Yai requests that Ezra hand over the dowry and symbolic delivery to Dila.
The young girl who had just had the status of his wife received with a lowered face did not dare to look at the figure of the man who Mahira said was very handsome, then kissed the sturdy palm that had now become her husband.
"Son Ezra, recite a prayer of kindness to Dila ya, monggo.." pinta Yai Sa'id.
Ezra approached, eroding the distance between himself and Dila. Her right fingers grabbed the girl's face, rubbed her cheeks, kissed her forehead and recited a prayer for Dilara.
Beautiful, said Ezra in his heart.
"Ciye Kak, timid," whispered Mita teasing her eldest sister.
"Romantically, the courtship is out of wedlock is Dila." Mahira and Mita are excited, they are cheering over the wedding of her best friend.
"Come sungkeman...." This time it was Emery.
Ezra shifted his position closer to where the Ruhama then bent his body by attaching his palms to his chest.
"Do'll we ma'am, I'm sorry ... Dila is not wrong with Mom," said Ezra Lirih.
"Hopefully you can find happiness with Nak Ezra, I'll take Dila, if you get tired of him or you realize tomorrow that you're not worth it or that Dila has embarrassed you .. Then don't hurt her heart, give Dilara back to me, whole without the inner birth wound," ruhama said as if to knock Ezra's ear.
"This is Allah .. I will take care of him as much as I can, Ma'am," Ezra replied to Ruhama's nasihatin.
"Dila, let's go back to Mr. Ezra's father," Mahira pulled Dila's arm over to her in-laws.
Emery was amazed, the young girl who seemed ordinary now transformed like a princess. Beautiful natural and very graceful.
If she was normal, Ezra might have fallen for you son. But Papa is sure that my son will melt against you, even if your path is not easy.
Dilara approached, looking down in front of her only in-laws. His shoulders trembled slightly when Emery touched the face of ayu who had been reluctant to lift upright.
"Dila, now that you're my daughter .. Stick with Ezra no matter what the circumstances are, don't ever leave him unless he wants to. Don't hesitate to tell Papa if Ezra is rude to you, don't tell Papa if Ezra is rude to you, tell Papa if Ezra is negligent of his duties and obligations to you ... Papa pray you are always healthy, harmonious and happy, my daughter Dilara Huwaida," Emery said in a raucous voice, holding bitterly to pour out all her worries on Dila.
Mita handed over the paper containing all the messages her father had given her to her brother-in-law just after Emery had finished his long advice.
In silence, read the line of sentences on the white sheet carefully. He cried and kissed Emery's palm back and forth. Happy, she has a father who recognizes her as a real daughter.
"Papa." Inner Dila, interrupted by a subtle suction.
"I'm your father now, Dila." Emery grabs Dila's head, showering a kiss of loving affection for her.
There is no net that does not condense on the attitude of two different people in the times before them. Haru, even Ezra.
"Alhamdulillah, let Nak Ezra invite Dila to the front .. at least, appear briefly to greet pilgrims before disbanding after praying Isya," continued Kyai Sa'id break the atmosphere of haru which is still thick felt.
All who were in the room also rose up, to the living room that has been decorated with red and gold backdrops.
The photo session began. Although the two are still silent but Ermita managed to get some satisfactory photos.
"Ck, you guys are silent why make cute anyway?" muttered when getting the pose accidentally Ezra saw Dila, the two eyes that sat face to face with each other for a few seconds, successfully immortalized through the shot of Mita.
"Sister Mita, I'm Mahira." Mahira greeted Mita, although since in the office they have met but have not officially met.
"Hi Mahira, you are so beautiful .. must have a soul mate?"
"He em, Buya gave me some options but I haven't decided yet" he said again blushing in embarrassment.
"Dating after halal yes, Mahira," added Mita, because she will feel the same way.
"Failure in Allah if it is from the beginning there is already a tremor in the heart .. hopefully more steady and confident after the intensity of the dream later," he replied no less sweet.
Adzan isya. All attendees rushed to the cottage mosque to pray for congregational prayer before the parcels were distributed.
At exactly eight o'clock in the evening, all guests left the boarding hall except for some relatives and special guests of Yai.
"Dila, go home, right?" Mahira asked touching his best friend's shoulder.
Dila looked at Mahira, then nodded her head.
"See you again, Dila, congratulations on being a wife" hugged Mahira, tightly.
"Dila, be patient, son, serve your husband properly." Nyai Syuria's Message.
Dila nodded, taking a deep breath. After the salim on Nyai Syuria, Dila was able to walk to the car where Ezra was waiting for him.
Mom had gone home with Mita and Emery in the other car.
"Dila," Ezra called out with a flick of a finger for Dila to see.
"You're temporarily staying at Papa's house after tomorrow before coming with me to Jakarta" he said coldly as the two round eyes stared at him.
"Do you know what I said?"
"Yes Tu-an." Dila wrote in her notebook, rowdy, not knowing what to call the creepy figure by her side.
"Master?"
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