That man is my husband

Blissfulness

Because my marriage with Irman mas accelerated, making me and Irman's mother among the fog. How not, imagine there is only one week to plan from the beginning.

At first it was Irman mas who had a wedding plan to be made like what, because he himself wanted to prepare it and I heard that my marriage with Irman mas will be carried out in Bali.

Unfortunately the plan failed 'cause the marriage was advanced . And of course you have to plan again from the beginning. I told both Irman's mother and Irman's own mas no lavish celebration quite simple, because I realized I was just a widow with two children , no longer the first girl to get married.

But mother and mas Irman refused, what else the mother was clingy with her stance of a luxury party, because this is the marriage of her only child. Ok, I give up .I don't want to make your hopes go away and let her down.

" Kid Aisyah, "Call my mother to me and I walk over to my mother.

" Yes, Mom, what's wrong?

" You try it first well the wedding dress and kebaya" handed me some wedding dresses and kebaya dresses.

" Cobain's the only one, I want to see which one you fit"

" It's with pleasure Mom, Aisyah will try it "Smiling sweetly Then I walk into the dressing room.

The dress and the danger is beautiful to suit my taste is not too fancy, but very elegant and simple. The first dress I tried was a dusty pink dress model like the clothes of the royal princesses on the back of which there is a dangling cloth decorated with pearl sequins while the front is coated with tile fabric .

I showed Mom, she seemed to be researching my appearance, but the head bobble that mom gave her sign she disagreed. Go back again and replace it again until it changes several times. Finally, after so many dresses and kebaya tried to fall on a sky blue dress, on the waist coated with tile fabric - axe and for kebaya plain white .

After feeling enough, I am a mother and do not forget the little Shafira came home, Tired after a day of shopping for various needs for offerings and needs for the continuity of my wedding.

this marriage was not my first, but it was a legal legal celebration and marriage and this country was my first experience. After what used to be just a serial marriage, huh really sad right? Let the past be the past, I will teach you the lessons of my past marriage failures.

I hope this wedding, the second but forever. May be given smoothness and blessing. aamiin.

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The day I was waiting for was now in sight, a nervous feeling was now engulfing. Cold hands, pounding heart - palpitations and cold sweat . Makes me want to get out of a zone like this.

For the first time my face was painted in various makeup, which I usually only use lip balm, moisturizer and powder.

I saw myself in the reflection of the mirror, feeling not myself and for the first time I praised myself, beautiful, a word I said as a form of admiration for myself.

Really , people can do like this if not for the intervention and knowledge Alloh swt .

In a different room sayup - sayup sounded someone who was so loud and fluent reciting ijab qobul with just one breath. Until the legitimate speech rumbled in the room, there was a feeling that my heart was so turbulent. Tears from my pupils, I'm happy these tears of happiness, finally I have officially become the legal wife of Irman Sanjaya mas.

Cklek heard people opening the door, I looked at the door, I smiled it was Shafira. He ran towards me.

" Umma.." he shouted and I immediately bent and kissed the top of his head.

Shafira looked at me in astonishment, she took something and she said

" Umma, why cry? rubbing my tears with tissue.

" Ila does not like to see Umma cry, if anyone hurts Umma here" Shafira roared.

" Where Umma is evil, Ila wants to take him"

Holding Shafira's shoulders.

" Dear Shafira, no one is evilin Umma. This.(wiping tears.) these tears of happiness "

" Benelan Umma?

" It was, Umma no boong. did Umma ever tell lies with Ila?"

Ila shakes. " Ila trust the same Umma." Hugged me tightly.

" Umma, let's go downstairs and wait for Umma"

" Come, .....

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All eyes looked at me and Shafira who was coming down the stairs. I'm ashamed to be looked at like this.

This is the second time I've touched Irman, the first time four years ago when I fainted, he held me. And this is the second one but this time I've been kosher for him.

Mas Irman led me to the place of ijab qobul earlier, shortly the instructions of the pak pengulu managed to make me surprised. If you see maybe my cheeks are red with embarrassment.

" You are legally a husband and wife, please husband kiss the forehead of the wife and wife kiss the hand of her husband" said Mr. Penghulu.

I hesitantly grabbed Irman's hand and kissed his shoulder. Not so long now Mas Irman approached slightly bent his body and

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one kiss landed on my forehead. Masya Alloh, so happy I was kissed Irman mas.why my cheeks feel hot like this. After one kiss landed on my forehead, I lifted my head and ventured to look at Irman's bead eyes which were so very soothing.

He clasped my hand tightly, as if this was a sign that he would always be there for me and would always protect me with all his soul.

Mas Irman called Shafira and she immediately carried her, kissed Shafira's cheek and then kissed my head again. This is my happiness, Mother, I see Ayesha. Aisha is happy may you also be happy in nature, my prayers are always with you.

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This is the highlight of the event, a party so lavish and festive . Never before has being in this crowded place made me uncomfortable, uncomfortable. Fortunately there was Irman beside me who always held my hand he never let go.

While Shafira was very sticky with her mother-in-law, she seemed reluctant to be far apart . While Jo he looks cool talking to his future father and mother-in-law, 'after your brother Jo's turn. It's enough that you resisted your desire to marry Riska. Now that brother already has Irman mas, you are no longer entitled to myself brother' murmured in my heart.

One by one the invited guests greeted us, but make no mistake during the process of greeting the male guests just shake hands with Irman mas while the female guests shake hands with me, only, except the muhrim may shake hands with me also mas Irman .

As I am currently dealing with Jo, he looks handsome by using his texsudo suit. Her eyes ? is Jo crying? . My sister loves me I love you. My murmur is in my heart.

I extended my arms to welcome Jo, and she hugged me. I guess Jo's crying.

" Sister "glued by crying men's style crying.

I rubbed his shoulder "Already, why are you crying? you're not happy big brother is happy huh" my cerocos after releasing Jo's hug.

" Ih, this brother. Jo happy . Jo say happy brother"

" Since when did you cry gini anyway, lebay know . Where the hell is Jo cool? " my tease on Jo , made her laugh on the sidelines of her cries.

" Hahahaha, I'm happy to be your sister brother, "hugging me back.

" After this, it's your turn !get married soon, don't you feel sorry for Riska? Brother is no longer your responsibility, there is a sister's husband now. Brother wants , you also pay attention to your happiness, do not continue to set aside your happiness "

" Good brother, since Jo is relieved, now that brother is there to guard and protect."

"ahhh Jo, you're so sweet, come hug your sister again "waving your hands for Jo to come closer and embrace each other again.

Allaah, thousands I say thank you for this happiness.

Everyone seems busy with their activities, Some eat, some are cool to chat or just drink the dishes.

Suddenly I heard the voice of someone I knew very well until now.

deg ...

Assalamualaikum Aisha.

Assalamualaikum Aisyah would-be wife Abang, ,,

Deg

that sound? those words?

I looked for the source of the sound and I saw a large monitor showing itself.

...

Her.....

tbc