The Holy Love of Shasya

Forced Married

~"Yes Allah, I beg you. Don't let this marriage happen. Servant please O Allah. I am sure you will help your servant. O Allah, do not let the servant marry someone he does not love, O Allah."~

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Hasan takes Shasya to the room where Shasya is being held captive. Hasan threw Shasya on the bed violently.

Hasan approached the frightened Shasya. "DON'T COME ANY CLOSER. I BEG YOU NOT TO COME ANY CLOSER." Shasya Shouts.

"Live a few moments, you'll be mine." Saying Hasan who stood up and walked away from Shasya.

"Astaghfirullah azim..." Shasya's eyes suddenly let out water that soaked her cheeks.

5 Minutes after Hasan came out, 2 women entered Shasya's room carrying several suitcases.

"Who are you?" Shasya asked who was trying to be calm.

"I'm Miss Vina and she's Ruby, my assistant." Said Miss Vina while pointing at her assistant who was arranging their luggage.

"What are you doing here?" Ask Shasya.

Instead of answering, Miss Vina and Ruby pulled Shasya to sit at the dresser. Shasya continues to rebel with the forced pull of Miss Vina and Ruby.

"ELOPECINO.. FREELANCE.."

"MISS, WE'RE JUST RUNNING ORDERS. SO PLEASE, MISS BE NICE." Shouted Miss Vina.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"Later Miss knows herself. And please, don't slow down our work with Miss' attitude."

Shasya sat in front of the dressing table with resignation. Miss Vina continued to apply makeup to Shasya's face. While Ruby is choosing a dress that matches Shasya's body.

Shasya is very uncomfortable if she has to be dressed up. But, what can I do? He cannot rebel. Because Miss Vina and Ruby are just doing their job.

45 Minutes passed. Shasya was done wearing makeup and her hijab was also neatly arranged.

"Miss, please wear this dress." Ruby said while giving a white dress to Shasya. Shasya picked it up hesitantly and she went straight to the bathroom to change her clothes.

In the bathroom, Shasya looked at herself in front of the mirror. "Makeups? A dress? This dress is like a wedding dress. What don't-don't? No, no, no. I can't marry Hasan." Shasya.

"Oh Allah, I beg you. Don't let this marriage happen. Servant please O Allah. I am sure you will help your servant. O Allah, do not let the servant marry someone he does not love, O Allah." Inner Shasya.

10 Minutes later. Shasya came out of the bathroom. By the time she came out, Miss Vina and Ruby were no longer in her room. However, all of their belongings were still splattered there.

Shasya walked towards the dressing table. She looked at her face that looked very beautiful and different from usual. Shasya wears a white dress that fits perfectly with the hijab model she wears. And it fits perfectly with Shasya's body.

Without feeling, a single grain of water shot out from his eyes. But quickly, Shasya wiped away the tears. "Shasya, you can't give up. Trust God, God will help you." Said Shasya who encouraged herself while looking at her face in front of the mirror.

A woman walks into Shasya's room without knocking, she is Aunt Una.

"Una's aunt." Shasya said as she turned her body.

"Miss Shasya.. Miss looks so pretty." Said Aunt Una while shedding her tears.

Shasya hugged Aunt Una. "Auntie don't cry."

"Sorry, Non. Aunty can't do anything to save Miss Shasya."

"Miss. If this marriage really happens, Auntie promised Miss. If Aunt will be faithful to accompany Miss." Aunt Una smiled sincerely towards Shasya.

Shasya returned Aunt Una's smile. "Auntie doesn't have to promise Shasya. Since Shasya is sure, God will help Shasya."

"Hopefully, Non. Actually I can't bear to see Miss Shasya married to Mr. Hasan."

"God willing, this marriage will not happen, Bi. Aamiin's."

"Aamiinu. Sorry before, Non. I have to bring Miss down. Because the forerunner is waiting." Una's aunt held both of Shasya's shoulders from the side. Shasya walks with Aunt Una out of her room.

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In the village where both of Shasya's parents live. Mr. Danang, Ms. Lastri and Yusuf were at the tea plantation owned by Mr. Shasya.

"Sir, why don't you feel calm, sir?" Ask Lastri. Sitting under a tree with her husband.

"Mr too, Mom. You think of Shasya." Danang.

"What's up, Mom, sir? How does that seem to be worried?" Joseph asked as he approached Shasya's parents, who were sitting under a tree. Because he saw anxiety on their faces.

"Mother's heart is not calm, son. I think of Shasya." Lastri.

"I am too, Mom. From last night, I kept thinking of Shasya. I didn't call the number either." Yusuf.

"Are we going to the city?" Pastri gave me an idea.

"No, Ma. Shasya's graduation is soon. We will certainly be there too. Yes, we just pray. I hope Shasya is okay." Danang.

"Aamiin's."

"Aamiin, Sir. I hope Shasya is well there."

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Shasya and Auntie Una went down the stairs slowly. Hopefully, they can buy the wedding time.

Hasan was already getting angry, as he had been waiting for Shasya's presence for a long time. However, her anger subsided when she saw how beautiful Shasya was who had gone down the stairs after the stairs.

Hasan is fascinated with the beauty of Shasya.

Now, Shasya was already sitting next to Hasan. Shasya's tears suddenly trickled down, remembering her parents. I don't know, suddenly the faces and smiles of the Father and Mother filled Shasya's mind. Shasya lowered her head in resignation. However, his heart continued to pray that this marriage would not happen.

"Hows it? Is it ready?" Ask Penghulu.

"Ready." Hasan said with passion.

Penghulu reached out her right hand and was welcomed by Hasan.

"I married and married Hasan Nughoro bin Antonio Nughoro's brother to Shasya Syafa'atun's sister Nissa bint Danang with a dowry a set of cash-paid prayer tools." Penghulu.

"O Allah, your servant still believes in you. I am sure that you will send help to your servant, O Allah." Inner Shasya.

Shasya kept shedding tears with a look down. He hoped that Hasan would never make that sacred promise. However, the,..

"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Shasya Syafa'atun Nissa bint Danang with a dowry....."

"STOP..."

Hasan immediately pulled his hand that had been shaking with Penghulu to say kabul ijab.

"Thank God, God." Inner Shasya.