The Best Choice

Three Men

On the fourth of July, a month after the official promise Samira and Harviza lived together in front of their parents. The simple green painted home page featuring colorful light decorations in Salakan village opened the eyes of the invited guests longer to follow the study process as a sequence of the Samira and Harviza wedding process tomorrow morning.

Looks graceful a holy girl in a white robe that is designed like a queen a day. Samira sat down near his father as he chanted the holy prayers of the Qur'an with other invited guests.

Samira pounding, insomnia, difficulty eating, during the days leading up to something happy also made her anxious she often felt haunted by the term first night with Harviza anyway, somehow she imagined it later, he said, Samira does not until the intellect imagines nor does she know the reason for delaying it.

Everyone said the word Amiin at the same time when the kyai sent by the Harviza family ended their prayers.

Samira thanked God while rubbing her palms on her face. One process ended, she smiled as her relatives surrounded her while congratulating her.

Samira followed the flow of the night with great joy. So did Harviza, the son of the leader of the cottage also did the same thing harder even he prayed. He realized building a holy prison with Samira is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand, not as easy as diving into knowledge even though in the imagination of the angel he accompanied during his growth will become a reality.

Samira became hers, and when she was next to him the next day after the sacred bond promise of marriage was pronounced written, intent and solemn. He can make sure the house he has prepared for him is far more valuable than being a space without meaning. There was Samira who welcomed him home, made him coffee, and prepared clothes even with a look of hostility and pouting lips similar to the lips of a white goose. But that's the beauty of the art of loving, no matter your lover is sulking, you understand that's how he behaves. He who loves with prayer and hope. Then the one that Harviza could redam, relented. Let Samira guide her in a slow yet targeted love.

Harviza closed the Qur'an in his hand while giving a smile. From the line of santri who followed him together reciting the holy verses, sat an Aslan and Robby who listened in a work coat. They were cross-legged and smiling. Mixing with others without feeling sad.

Harviza stepped up, she talked to one of the cabin clerks to save the dish. After five minutes, he met them while carrying a tray, two warm teas and a snack box he gave.

"Just come home from work?" ask Harviza.

Santri-santri alternated leaving the mosque porch to leave three adult men facing each other.

"We were going to stop by Samira's house, but just so, the girl wants to marry is afraid to make her brother anxious. So we're just saying Samantha keeps dropping by here." Robby said, "I'm drinking her tea, thirsty."

Harviza let it pass, then her gaze was fixed on Aslan.

"I'm sorry" he said sincerely, Harviza knows about Samira's departure from the previous post. Samira has told me when they should and should look for wedding dresses together and give wedding invitations to Aslan's office.

Aslan deliberately jerked while smiling. Her jolly face did not at all indicate that she was harboring a pent-up wound.

"Sorry for what, bro? I want to get married tomorrow. Do not discuss, we already know enough the reason and this is the answer. I wouldn't have mortgaged my faith just for love. Since the beginning Samira has prepared it, making me more diligent in worship for my own sake that has not found peace at that time. And here I am now, yes indeed I do not deny ever like your future wife."

Replace Harviza who deliberately jerked in shock. "I know, what about Samantha? To what level?"

"He's bad, Viz." said Robby, "Udah doesn't need me anymore he's meeting time, all in Samantha's handle. If I could say yes, they're at work. Jago he, severe, already there is a superior basic from his family so now I really-release say Samira. Eat the kids, Viz!"

Harviza chuckled softly. "thank you. I'll eat tomorrow, if Samira wants to."

The three were suddenly crushed together to the point that Harviza's father had to be reprimanded.

"If you have a better family, go home, meet your wife. What a good worship. It's warmer than this tea."

"Obviously mr. kyai. My wife is menstruating. It's not like a tiger, I'm afraid of whack, scared of the claws." said Robby.

Aslan laughed behind his palm that was smothering his mouth.

"Women are so. Tomorrow just come to the wedding date at Samira's house, nine o'clock. Come do not not come, bring your wife who is like a tiger so that later I will tell you. Husband is wife's paradise."

"Betoll." Robby thumbs up, then realizes he's being subtly kicked out. "Sorry sir Kyai, we as friends from the city stopped by for a while to see our best friend here. But before I will answer, my friend has not had a wife so still waiting for a mate." Robby hugged Aslan's shoulder as he explained.

Aslan sighed. "Please pray for Mr. Kyai."

"Ready man." Harviza's father nodded, "It's a meal before he gets home, but if it's his house far away he can stay here. Lots of rooms."

"Where, As? What are you going to do tomorrow?" ask Robby lirih.

"Are we not bringing a change of clothes, you think it's nice to wear a triangle yesterday?" reply Aslan lirih.

Robby grimaced while shaking. "We'll just go home, Kyai. But after eating ya." haggard have no shame.

Harviza and her father smiled widely. "Not at night, son."

"Yes, Abah" said Harviza obediently, he let his father pass before taking off his black peci.

"From the first my brother and Abah Mustofa often match-fed us both even since we were puberty. At first I thought it was just joking parents who get along so well that their children also have to get along but it turns out that bablas until we grow up." Harviza looked far into the past. He looked down while squeezing his peck.

"Samira never fell in love with me, what she is doing now is just to make the people who love her calm."

Know the meatballs that Robby had just voraciously rushed him to chew quickly.

"It's just a matter of time, Viz. Understandably Samira never had the guts to oppose her father let alone courting secretly." Robby stroked Harviza's arm wearing a long white cocoa shirt with sympathy. "Samira will fall in love with you after you get married. He's the one I saw during our cooperation. He just needs a sense of comfort before really cool to be invited to share many things. That girl, she wants dingertiin."

"Yes, Viz." Aslan nodded. "Spirited bro, but funny also fell in love after marriage. There's sweetness that's the time, right?"

"It's singles mostly ngayal, lo. Sono sleep for a good dream!" seloroh Robby continues.

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