The Enemy Brings My Destiny

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"You ready, Ai ? ." Melicha who had just entered the room, immediately asked and sat down beside Aira. Her face is brightening up the beauty of Aira's good face angel wrapped in a wedding dress. Not to forget also a simple hijab that now covers all of Aira's hair.

"Eitherway. But I seem very groggy..." Aira's great-granddaughter however was still clearly heard in Melicha's pair of ears.

"No papa. I used to feel things like you feel right now. "

"Yes. But I'm just repeating the show, Mel. I've been married to Akhtar and we even have Ezar..."

Aira's words made Melicha the most furious. There was guilt in his heart towards Aira. Ja. The show is still continuing and it's not until when it's going to find its end.

Melicha only gave a sweet smile in response to her cousin's words.

"We came out yuk...?! " Tell Melicha as she got up from her seat on the side of the bed.

"Mels... I'm groggy.." Aira looked at her cousin's face. He was very nervous for this show. "I'm here, right..?" Say again.

"You sure?. "

"Yes. There is nothing wrong either, if I come out later after the agreement is completed. Let me go out with Akhtar's mas."

Melicha seemed to breathe out slowly. "alright. Whatever you want. But I'll stay here with you."

"You don't want to see the ijab qobul show?."

Melicha shook her head and smiled." I'll just accompany you. But I'm out first yeah, let them start the show right away without waiting for you."

Aira nodded after her Melicha immediately came out of the room to tell the ones outside for her show to start.

Inside the room alone, making Aira's heart and mind restless. He felt a sense of haru, doubt, fear, also strange. I don't know what made it so?. But what definitely makes his heart a little sliced is that there are no relatives nearby at this time. The time when he will have a sacred day is called marriage.  Aira did not know what Akhtar said a few days ago that he had no family long before they knew him.

His heart wanted to say yes to Akhtar's words because he thought that he was experiencing amnesia so he could not remember everything including his own life history before the accident.

But there is little that feels uncomfortable in the heart if he turns out to have no one else but Akhtar and Ezar as well as a pair of husband and wife cousin Akhtar.

Aira's daydream came to a halt when she saw someone already in the doorway. A shady face that always made her comfortable when she was with him.

"Yes..." Call Aira in a soft voice.

The man's footsteps approached Aira who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Akhtar smiled and gathered in front of Aira.

"You don't want to participate in the show, Ai ?." Akhtar's voice sounded very melodious.

"Come, mas. I feel scared... Also groggy." Aira's eyes stared fixedly at Akhtar's eyes who was also looking into his eyes. " I want to stay here until the ijab qobul event is over. Can you please ?."

"Can aja. But I want you to come along, baby. No papa yes. This is just a repetition event. You don't have to be nervous, let alone scared. Later there you can hold my hand so that the grooves are gone..."

Aira was throwing her breath heavy. His eyes closed for a while and looked back at Akhtar's eyes, then nodded his head.

Seeing that, Akhtar's smile immediately flashed. "Thank you dear. Let's go out... ?!." Akhtar got up from his crevice and stepped out of the room with his hands tightly grasped Aira's hands.

Arriving on the set of the event, the two sat side by side and faced the ruler and the judge who will be the guardian of Aira, as well as several witnesses who sat not far from them.

"Start, sir." Akhtar said to his predecessor. But it was not responded at all by the father of the penghulu .

Akhtar furrowed his eyebrows at the attitude of the pengulu man when he looked at Aira. An annoyance immediately struck his heart when the gaze was very intensely watching Aira's face.

"Oh. Excuse me. Ja. Let's just start his ijab qobul. " Absolutely replied pak penghulu.

Akhtar and his guardian Aira nodded. Then extend hands to each other. A moment later the guardian of Aira began to recite the sacred Kalam of marriage. And now it is Akhtar's turn to start speaking...

"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Aira khandra sadiya with the dowry and I am willing with it and may Allah give His Grace...!"

Instantly the word SAH echoed in every corner of the room. Even the taste of haru also wrestled to cover the hearts of those who had been present.

The event continued into the night and then all returned to the original condition where the guests had gone back to their homes.

Same with the newlyweds. The two began to enter the room that they had actually occupied often. Only the difference is now that the room has been decorated in such a way as the bridal room in general.

The two sat on the edge of the bed with red rose petals.

"Yes..."

"Huh?."

Again and again. It has become a habit of both if talking always locks the gaze between the two.

"Why, baby?. Do you want to ask me something?."

Aira nodded.

"alright. Please. What do you want to ask me?."

"Mas... Actually I want to ask you, when did we first meet?. Excuse me. I don't remember at all..." Sira finally said. And instead of answering, Akhtar grabbed Aira's body into his arms.

"Why are you asking that?. What's up, hmm?."

Aira looked back at Akhtar's face. "Eitherway. I don't know either. But I really want to know, mas..."

"Hmm our first meeting huh?." Akhtar paused him and tried to remember the moment where he and Aira first met. Then start saying again. " Our meeting started with a mistake. At that time I was driving a car and suddenly you passed by while running, and I accidentally even grazed your body until you were treated in the hospital for a few days. Yah. That's where it started. We even formed a love after that incident. "

Aira manggut-manggut just say the words of Akhtar when he did not remember it at all. "Then. What about the accident I had until I was like this?." Ask Aira again.

Hearing Aira's question, Akhtar immediately unsheathed his gaze in Aira's eyes. "You were hit and run and you were taken to the hospital, and I know when you were unconscious in bed..."

The real story, right?. Ja. There was just a little helpers word. Akhtar

Aira was increasingly slipping her face on the chest of the husband's field.

"Udah ahh's. Don't talk about it anymore. Later also if you have recovered, your memory must come by itself." Akhtar said and was nodded by Aira's head.

"Yes, mas. "

"alright. Then we sleep. You must be exhausted, right? ."

Aira nodded again. " But I'm gonna change clothes first, Mom. Not good to sleep still wearing a dress. "

"Yes, you change your clothes first. Wait here."

Aira did her ritual in the bathroom for less than twenty minutes and then came back out with a seger face and sleeping clothes that were now attached to her body.