The Nurse's Choice of Man

I love you

Wedding preparation is done quickly because all parties want the marriage contract to be held as soon as possible. Thankful, God gives ease until everything goes smoothly without any obstacles.

Before the marriage contract took place, a few days before the Dimas family held a study event and also sungkeman. While Amara held the event in a different place, namely in his residence bought by Dimas.

The wedding ceremony will be held in a large mosque located not far from the house of Dimas. Dimas and Amara did agree that the sacred event was only attended by close relatives. While the wedding reception itself will be held in the ballroom of a five-star hotel attended by thousands of invited guests. Dimas and Amara invited all their friends. So did Dimas' parents who invited all his friends and business associates.

Amara took a deep breath to neutralize the feeling. He was sitting in a chair in the room. Modern Muslim beauty white color is attached to the body. The bride's makeup has also been decorating the face.

It is dressed in Sundanese traditional style with the selection of silver siger, in line with the pattern of sequins in its danger. Not to forget the makeup of betel leaves in the middle of the forehead, cape flower makeup on the back of the siger crown, as well as jasmine strands that fall beside the body.

Two days without seeing Dimas made him hit by a burning longing. He could only hear the man's voice when Dimas contacted him by phone. Not more.

There is nothing happier than having a good husband and caring in-laws. Amara also feels very lucky to have in-laws who are so affectionate and understanding. Amelia was the one who prepared the whole wedding preparations. He chose all the best. The woman did not allow Amara the slightest fatigue. So that there is no other choice for Amara but to surrender to accept everything.

The door was knocked from the outside following the figure of Miranda appearing after opening. The beautiful girl wrapped in peach color kebaya smiled and stepped closer. He was the one who accompanied Amara for a few days before her wedding.

"Mara, are you ready?" asked the girl by gently holding both of Amara's shoulders. Smiling, he looked at his cousin's face through the reflection of the mirror in front of them.

"God's ready, Mir." Amara answered softly. Who is not ready, of course, must be ready. After all this was a sacred event that only happened once in his life.

Miranda gently rubbed Amara's shoulder as a form of support. He could see the tension on his cousin's face.

"Must be ready, dong .... This is the beginning of your happiness, Amara. Bismillah. Insha'allah everything was launched," he assured.

"Bismillah." Amara recited the basmalah after which exhaled a long breath. A little calmed down, he smiled at Miranda.

"You're so pretty, Amara. I got to pangling loh," praised the slanted-bearded girl with happy sparkling eyes.

"You can make me smile, Miranda."

"Ih, this is really tau, Mar. You are so beautiful!" Miranda was so excited to dismiss her cousin's lack of confidence long ago. He also told the truth. Amara has been beautiful since birth. Even the beauty of Amara used to make him jealous and spiteful.

Fortunately, God immediately realized it from such a vile nature until now can be grateful for all the blessings possessed. Remembering her old attitude really made Miranda very embarrassed.

"You know, Amara–" Miranda again added. He then continued after seeing his cousin's curious mimicry. "Dimas is a lucky man because he can have you. You should be proud of that."

Amara rolled her eyes. "Miranda, plis yes. Don't praise me. Later if I floated up the clouds and can't go back down how?"

Miranda chuckled at her cousin's words. "You're all there is, Mar. It's impossible, it's."

A slow knock on the bedroom door managed to grab the attention of the two. Amara and Miranda compactly turned their heads in that direction and smiled to find Melissa's figure appearing. The middle-aged woman with peach–couple color kebaya dressing with Miranda–it smiled gently as she walked over.

"What movement are my daughters talking about, heum?" ask him with a joke.

"Oh yeah, Ma. It's the chat of a would-be manten with a girl hoping to be a manten." Miranda joked that suddenly made Amara hold back her laughter.

"God willing you will follow, Miranda. You are engaged. Is it not just to set the date?"

"Aamiin's." Amara put her hand out before then rubbing it against her face.

"Are you ready?" ask Melissa to make sure. "Lift yuk. Don't let your husband wait too long."

Hearing that Amara's heart so thumped louder. The time of Ijab kabul they are getting closer. His feelings become mixed between not ready and also impatient. Ah I don't know. Amara can't explain it. There he was getting nervous.

The motorcade that drove Amara had departed for the mosque to be used ijab qobul. Until there the atmosphere is already crowded because from the Dimas side has first come.

Dimas who wear Sunda clothing color in line with the one worn by Amara looks unblinkingly see his bride arrive. His chest was pounding because he was happy.

Amara transformed like a Goddess from heaven because it was so beautiful. Accompanied by Miranda and Melissa, he walked gracefully closer to the table of the ijab that Dimas had occupied, its headmen, guardians, and witnesses. He returned Dimas' glance at a glance and then distorted a timid smile. Unsolicited, Dimas even helped him occupy the seat because he saw the long kebaya Amara wore restricted his wife's movements.

"Can it start now?" ask the ruler after making sure Amara is sitting comfortably.

"Already, Mr. Penghulu." Dimas answered steadily.

"Are you ready?" Now it was her turn to ask Amara.

"Insha'allah is already," replied Amara.

"Good."

At once the atmosphere of the mosque became quiet. The whole attention of the people centered on Dimas who was shaking hands with the ruler who was going to marry the two.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Amara Andini bint Rahman Adipura with the dowry above .. cash!" Dimas said it out loud and in one breath after the ruler stomped his hand.

"How are the witnesses? Right?" Penghulu asked the witnesses who were immediately answered steadily.

"Well!"

"Thank God ...!"

All who were there then prayed together solemnly led by the ruler.

After that, Amara and Dimas looked at each other with expressions full of joy and happiness. Dimas stretched out his hand to then Amara kissed the back of his hand a little long and full of feeling. Then, Dimas cupped Amara's face and kissed her forehead full of tenderness.

"Amara ..my dear wife," she whispered afterwards.

And with teary eyes, Amara also returned the call Dimas no less soft. "Mas Dimas .. my dear husband."

Because of his happiness, Dimas could not help but kiss his wife's forehead again with great affection.

"I love you, Amara. I love you so much."

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