The Enemy Brings My Destiny

49

The happy day has finally come. Where lovers are used as kings and queens in a truly magnificent event held at one of the big mosques in the city of Jakarta.

With their own preparation in their respective homes, on the clock showing the time of half-seven, all groups departed to the venue of the event.

Azrinna, who was already a Wingless Angel, walked out of the room with her hands held together by Sintia and Hizqi, walking gracefully towards the car parked in the courtyard of the house.

Groups with dozens of private cars from the Winata family drove in tandem splitting the paved streets of the capital. And fortunately, this morning there was no traffic jam on the road so they got to their destination on time.

The car stopped at the mosque parking lot. Azrinna got down from the car and both her hands were again held together by a different person than before. Now holding his hand are two of the greatest men in the history of his life who are none other than his beloved father and brother.

"You're shaking, deck ?." Zuhdi asked his sister.

"I'm groggy, brother. " Answer Azrinna. From last night, his heart really felt an erratic dag dig dug. He could not feel calm at the moment.

"Bismillah, baby. Don't keep groggy. " Say his father gave me spirit.

Azrinna just nodded her head in affirming the words of the father, inexorably, her heart still felt the same way.

They walk on a stretch of red carpet that extends to the front entrance of the mosque.

As Azrinna's feet climbed one by one the steps of the mosque, there was the sound of the roar of the car engine that came in droves and was parked in the mosque courtyard.

Azrinna turned her head and it turned out that her eyes caught a handsome dashing figure just coming down from one of the newly arrived cars.

Azrinna was increasingly unable to control herself. Cold sweat began to appear on his face.

"Udah, do not be ignored continue, later even more groggy. " Said his brother.

Azrinna nodded and again stepped towards the place that was indeed devoted to her. A place that is in the corner of the room and quite far from the agreement area.

Akhtar who had also entered the mosque was immediately guided to sit in his place with positions facing each other with the Mayor of Azrinna.

Akhtar's heart is no different from Azrinna's. A sense of deg-degan completely filled his heart and mind.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. Nak Akhtar, how, are you ready ?. " Ask the ruler to Akhtar.

Akhtar glanced at Azrinna for a moment then looked back at her father Azrinna's face again. "I'm sorry, maybe this isn't on the agenda. But, since this is Azrinna's request that was said to me directly, I will grant it first." Akhtar finally said.

"What does Azrinna want ?." Ask Winata curiously. Because he doesn't know at all.

"Azrinna just asked me to recite the Qur'an surah An-Nisa verses one through fifteen, sir." Akhtar.

All eyes seemed directly fixed on Azrinna and the one she stared at was bowing her face full, as if afraid to see the reaction of everyone there.

"God's Masya. All right, please son Akhtar fulfill the wishes of his future wife. "

Akhtar nodded and began to recite the surah an-nisa at Azrinna's request with a very tartil and lived each reading itself. It drifted in the martyrdom of Kalam Lillah.

Everyone also seemed to live the recitation of the Qur'an in the sweet voice of Akhtar. Including Azrinna herself, who was also very fond of the reading and unknowingly had tears dripping down her cheeks many times.

Akhtar finished his reading with bismillah, takbir and hamdalah. His eyes glanced again at Azrinna with a faint smile as he saw Azrinna wiping away the tears with the tissue in her hand.

"There's more to his extra agenda ?." Ask the ruler again and Akhtar answered him with a headband.

"All right, so we can start the show ?."

"Yes, sir. "

"Alhamdulillah, then, please son Akhtar shake the hand of his female guardian. "

With the confidence he had instilled in himself, Akhtar began to shake the hand of his future father-in-law.

"Please begin, Mr. Winata. " Say penghulu to his future father-in-law and was taken by Winata.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. Ankahtuka wazawwajtuka makhtubataka bint Azrinna Zaida Nazla alal mahri, sab'uun ghraman minadzdzahab wa 'ishruun qiiraatan minal mas, hallan." Said Winata aloud.

Akhtar took a deep breath and exhaled slowly and...

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim... Qobiltu nikahaha wa tazwijaha, Azrinna Zaida Nazla, alal mahril madzkuur wa radhiitu bihi, wallahu waliyu taufiq !." Akhtar said his sentence with just one breath.

The atmosphere of silence a moment ago with a very loud voice of the people present seemed to simultaneously echo the word "SAH" and followed by the sentence of hamdalah that sounded heartwarming.

After that one sacred word echoed, Akhtar's tears instantly flooded his beautiful face. Akhtar cupped his own face with his lips incessantly humming the sholawat with a soft voice and only able to be heard by his own ears.

Azrinna could no longer hold back her tears, she cried in the arms of her mother and grandmother who were also shedding tears.

"Congratulations, sweetheart. You are officially a wife. Our responsibilities have been transferred to your husband." Sintia's advice on the sidelines of her crying.

Azrinna was unable to say anything, she was only able to continue crying in the arms of the two.

The princess and Sintia let go of her embrace, then carefully Sintia wiped away Azrinna's tears with the little beauty blender that was in her hands.

Akhtar walked over to the angel of his world.

Akhtar smiled his sweet smile and reached out before Azrinna and hesitantly Azrinna received the helping hand and she salami with great respect and solemnity.

Along with Azrinna who shone his right hand, Akhtar also did not forget to cupped his left palm on the top of Azrinna's head and marveled at the wedding prayer and then after finishing blowing it on Azrinna's head.

The event continues until eleven o'clock in the afternoon, because it will be continued with the party event held at Akhtar's house.

Everyone who attended the ijab qobul event, began to disperse themselves towards the next place. Likewise with a pair of newlyweds who are now sitting side by side in the car, precisely in the back seat because the car is done by Akhtar's personal assistant, Eiriek.

After completing the twenty-minute journey, several cars began to enter the parking area at Akhtar's house, including a car containing newlyweds.

Akhtar got out of the car and followed by Azrinna. For a moment they stood side by side on a stretch of red carpet, just like the one in the mosque. The invited guests began to stand on the sides of the tapestry as if giving a special path for both, as well as the great families of Azrinna and Akhtar.

Akhtar glanced at the face of the angel who stood beside him and his hands clasped tightly onto Azrinna's stained fingers.

Azrinna looked up as she felt Akhtar linking her second fingers.

"We're in, baby ?." Akhtar asked and answered Azrinna's nod of the head.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim..." Both muttered as the two pairs of legs began to step into the house.

They did not go directly to the wedding chair but to the room to replace the all-white chime dress with a dress and shirt elegant and luxurious navy combined silver.

After finishing changing clothes in a separate room, they came out of the room and went back to step in tandem to the armchair and carry out the next event, sungkeman.

If from Azrinna's side there is a father, mother and grandmother, another with Akhtar's side that only has Anira, his sister Akhtar, and others with Akhtar, because Akhtar's father could not come because of the busyness of what makes him not want to attend the wedding of his own son.

One by one the invited guests started to go up and congratulate the newlyweds and the two brides just welcomed with a smile and a thank you. Until the much expected guest Akhtar finally came too. They are a large family of Kyai Anwar, teacher njai Akhtar while in Jogjakarta.

Azrinna who saw it also could not shake the happiness, they are the meritorious people in the process of hijrah her husband. They were noble men who voluntarily shared their knowledge with Akhtar.

"Assynoltom..." Kyai Anwar said when he faced his new bride.

"Greetings, mr. kyai. It is an honor for us to be attended by Mr. Kyai. " Akhtar said low and greeted Kyai Anwar's hands full of solemnity.

Azrinna also did the same with Kyai Anwar's wife, even unexpectedly getting a warm hug from her mother.

"May Allah always bless your steps on the journey of marriage. " Honest prayer of her mother.

"Aamiin, O Allah, "Akhtar and Azrinna answered compactly.

"After marriage, do not forget to often play to the pesantren when you are in Jogja. " Said kyai Anwar.

"God willing, kyai sir. "

Now it was Zahra's turn to hold Azrinna's body tightly. "Congratulations, Azrinna... May God always give you blessings in your household." Said Zahra with her sweet smile that never seemed to fade from decorating her beautiful face.

"Aamiinu. Hopefully Mbak Zahra also soon find his soul mate. "

"Aami... Thank you for that."

At one table, precisely a special collection of court members from the Azrinna family, there was a man who seemed to pay attention to Azrinna's interaction with women who felt familiar in his memory.

Raden Dimas Aryana, he is one of the children of a cousin of Sintia which means he is still a close brother to Azrinna.

The man's eyes were still watching Zahra's face as if he was trying hard to find Zahra's shadow in his memory. And after a memory like you believe it's collected and clearly seen in its shadow...

"Astaghfirullah's. She... ?." Pekik Dimas who was heard by his mother.

"Mas, what's wrong with you ?." Ask mother.

"Mother, look at the woman before Azrinna. " Dimas pointed towards Zahra.

Her mother followed the direction indicated by her son. "Yes, then ?." Ask mother. "She's so beautiful, my son, are you interested in her ?. Let your own mother ask her parents, for you. " Your mother.

Dimas glanced resentfully at his mother's face. Dimas is quite mature and requires him to have a small family. And if viewed from the age as well, Dimas should have had two children.

Even his parents have also tried many times to match him with a beautiful girl, educated, strong religious knowledge, also meet the criteria of court family politeness. And what would Dimas say then?, He would only say, that there was no girl more special to him than the girl who had brought his seed which he had sown in his field.

Well, of course, all his family knew that Dimas had made the fatal mistake of daring to desecrate people's daughters, even directly telling him to meet the girl to account for his actions. However, during his long search, Dimas still did not find the girl.

And, if it was true that the girl who was talking to Azrinna was the girl he had been looking for all this time, it was most likely that the little boy he was carrying was his son. The seed that managed to fertilize the egg in the girl's uterus.

"Mother, it looks like she's the girl I've been looking for all this time. "

"really ?!. Are you sure, ma'am ?." Her mother did not believe.

"Eitherway. But looking at her face, she was very similar to that girl. "

"If it is true, we must immediately inform your father, mas. "

"Yes, mother. And I hope he's right about that girl.