The Love Of Bad Boy

Chapter 38 Halal

Zen gripped himself in front of the mirror, he tidied up his suit vest after styling his hair with a little pomade. Again, a long sigh of him blew into the air.

His net was cramped, feeling the invisible shakes of martyrdom that today the universe supports him.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, otewe became husband," shrewd Zen, opened his eyes and smiled staring at the reflection in front of the mirror.

"Allahu, shaking gini," added Zen again as he grabbed his skullcap and coat and went out of the room.

The bride-to-be looked surprised as she climbed the stairs one by one. The house looks beautiful with many floral decorations as well as carpet. Had been present there ustadz Fikri was also a comrade-in-arms first. Al and others were present. It really makes the heart of Hello Kitty her baper.

Zen greeted his friends with joy, occasionally a joke tucked in there, as if nostalgic as a street child.

Nuril, looked at her youngest son who transformed into this. Dambaan every old man. Happy tears are coming back down.

Zen then turned to his parents who were still sitting on the red carpet patterned abstract carvings.

"Ma!" call Zen when stepping on the carpet to worship the mother.

Nuril stretched out her arms, wanting to hug her son.

"Bring my house later, yes, I can no longer decide unilaterally. There's Olivia by my side, even though control stays with me" Zen said, looking at her mother's face.

Nuril nodded. "Mom understands. Good luck to heaven, yes, Zen. We will not make any demands let alone interfere in your affairs," replied Nuril, grabbing Zen's face for a kiss.

Zen lowered his head, nodding silently. He finally arrived at this point. Zen then hugged his parents in turn.

Ustadz Fikri then led a prayer before the bridal party out of the residence. Zain coordinated with EO to arrange the location of the car and passenger lineup.

Before long, the accompaniment slowly left Ahmed's residential courtyard towards the location of the event. Time slowed down, almost forty minutes spent until the accompaniment slowly approached the tent shades of gold and broken white in the courtyard of Arief's house.

"Alhamdulillah, until. I think Oliv's house shifted further because not to the point," Zen's kekeh was rewarded with laughter ustadz Fikri.

"Antum is impatient, as if challenging the time yes," replied the teacher, embraced by Zen with a raised smile.

The accompaniment is then rearranged by EO before entering the tent. At the end there, Arief looks ready to welcome the prospective daughter-in-law by holding a strand of jasmine.

Maulid flowed while Zen's steps were getting closer to the venue. His heart now joined the training to make his head continue to bow.

"Calm down, Zen. Calm down, may God escape your destiny," inner Zen.

The event continued with the recitation of the holy verses of the Quran, the sermon and others until arriving at the verification of data.

"Yes, Mas Zen, the name of his future wife Olivia Zareen. Here's a look at the picture, don't you taper, right?" penghulu.

Zen smiled, he was only able to nod. His voice is being prepared for sacred sentences.

"Manten's fasting, guys. Ngan mesem tok," added penghulu. "It doesn't seem to fit this out of his zodiac. Do you want to think again or take five steps?" said again.

"Forward dong, do not take a step, just fly if you can," replied ustadz Fikri, representing Zen by patting his arm.

Again Zen just smiled.

"Don't know what, I've been groggy half-living like this," inner Zen.

Finally comes the core. At the direction of the ruler, the two hands of Olivia and Zen's vice regent are now linked.

The tense moment arrived. "Mas Zen, here's his hand there's a vibrator, huh? really table until this geter," said penghulu still tease Zen who faithfully close his mouth.

The audience again laughed crisply at the attitude of Zen who guarded adab before ijab qobul.

"Well, bye. Kasian Mas Zen Popeye was impatient halalin Neng Oliv," kekeh he again.

Deg.

Deg.

Deg.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. Yes Omar zen bin Oswald Ahmed, uzawwijuka ‘ala ma amara allahu bihi min imsakun bi ma’rufin aw tasrihun bi ihsan.”

"I marry you and I marry you to my biological daughter, Olivia zareen bintu Zauqi Arief with a thousand US dollars paid in cash" Arief said, accompanied by a subtle jolt.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Olivia Zareen bintu Zauqi Arief with the mascawine, cash," replied Zen once said without a noticeable breath. Very smooth and soft signifies himself overwhelmed with tranquility.

Ustadz Fikri, who was acting as a witness from Zen's side, nodded.

"Alhamdulillah." The boisterous voice of the audience was relieved.

The chant of prayer in the air, long and solemn until Zen was again covered with haru.

After signing the files for the groom, the civil records officer asked Arief to bring a copy of the documents for Olivia to sign.

"Come, Zen. Meet your wife first," said Arief, inviting Zen to come into the dwelling where Olivia was waiting.

"Eh. Now?" asked Zen stuttered.

"Yes the future of the year, hold it?" ustadz Fikri. "People who are too happy are sometimes anu, indeed," he chuckled again.

Zen only grinned, rising up following his in-laws inside.

"Please attendees in an orderly manner, please yes, do not play grampan. All you want to see is Mas Zen, only Mas Zen, haloooooo," said pak Penghulu, reaching for the mic warning the audience to stay in place.

The sound of laughter broke the happiness of that morning. They are too enthusiastic to see the beauty of couples who are silent to hold love until united today.

Zen stepped into the living room where Olivia was waiting for him. He was stunned standing in the doorway when he saw the white-clad lady looking down while holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Come on!" bring Arief closer to his daughter.

Olivia was helped to stand by the wife of ustadz Fikri as well as other companions.

"Random prayers of kindness, Zen," Arief pinta again.

Zen still has not retraced the earth, his soul floated almost touching the clouds to see the wife of the idol very ayu.

"Ehm. Uh, how's this?" said Zen, he was awkward when going to stick out fingers.

Arief shook his head slowly, smiling at his daughter-in-law. Then he led Zen's hand that started to lift into the air.

"Eh bentar's. I," said Zen, pulled his fingers again. He turned around, stroking his chest for a moment.

The girls giggled at Zen's silly behavior, even Olivia chuckled as she stole a glance at her husband.

Zen turned around, he closed his eyes before the right fingers touched Olivia's head. The chanting of prayers from Zen was so soft that Olivia glazed over. The girls also drifted in the atmosphere of shahdu that Zen created.

"Aamiin's."

Now it was Olivia's turn to tremble when Arief asked her to welcome Zen's hand to kiss her.

"Oliv, greet your husband, son," the father asked.

Oliv stuck out his hand slowly, he pulled a saggy stitch when he would touch Zen's skin again.

"God!" zen said, anxious to see his wife embarrassed.

"Yes patient. I'm ashamed," great-grandson Oliv.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim." Zen could not help himself, he grabbed Olivia's head and put a kiss there.

"Jiaaaah! I can't wait very much!" the girls cheered.

The two then lowered their heads, blushing at each other by nudging their arms. Arief just shook his head slowly over the behavior of the two.

The blessing was finished, now arrived for the bride and groom to blend in with the guests in front.

Zen, linked the fingers silently as they were asked to leave the room.

"Alhamdulillah is halal yes, dear," whispered Zen, her lips curling with a smile while Olivia looked down.

"Thank God, Zen."

Zen looked to his side. It felt like he was suddenly limp to hear Oliv call it bubuhan said Mas.

"Melleur Abang, Dek." Zen unceasingly stroked the chest to invite a sweet smile carved into Olivia's white face.

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