The Second Wife

Part 135 # One More Month Plan

Two middle-aged women sat next to each other, telling a warm story before serious chatter began. While Ilyas and Arya's father were still sitting outside accompanying Taqa, as they had just arrived at Yasmine's house. The young woman was preparing food with the help of a mother who worked at her home.

The Sufi mother had been there for a long time, with various foods that she brought to her future iron. The middle-aged woman was so happy, that she couldn't wait to talk about everything.

Until making Yasmine just prepare it, without the need to take out new food or make it. Little by little the food was brought to the living room by the mother, and herself.

"When you drink, ma'am" Yasmine told two middle-aged women who were still busy chatting.

"Please Nak Yasmine, to bother like this" said the Sufi mother.

"Mom, I don't bother, who bothers it's Mom. Why bring this much food" Yasmine said.

"Loh, this is right for your parents, let's taste the mother's cooking," said Sufi Mother.

"Well, this must be good." Ibu Radiah took the spring rolls that were available already on the table.

"Ayo-ayo, please. May you give me criticism and advice," so sloppy Sufi mother. Radiah and Yasmine's mother laughed, because of the cute Sufi mother's words.

Until finally the men came in and everything was talked about. Yasmine sits next to the father and son, Arya sitting alone, because the mother has sat sweetly with the prospective besan.

"So, how's Nak Yasmine, and the parents have already accepted my child's proposal of having nothing of this?" ask the Sufi mother.

"Allhamdulillah, we accept what Nak Arya is, ma'am. But this is how Yasmine is, which surely you know what she looks like" Dad replied.

"In Shea Allaah, we accept whatever the circumstances of Yasmine, even we are very happy. Because later Arya will not only get a wife, but also get a handsome child like Nak Taqa," said the Sufi mother again.

"Alhamdulillah if it is like that. So, what do you think, when?" ask Arya and Yasmine.

"If Jayas, these weeks can't take time off, Dad. But, if next month can," Yasmine replied.

"How about you, Arya?" ask dad.

"I'm ready anytime, sir. Next month is no problem either" Arya replied. "Mmm, Ma'am Yas want to dowry what?" ask her back.

"I'll just say it, Mas. If it doesn't incriminate you," Yasmine replied. Exactly the same answer, as when asked by the late ustad Reyhan.

Arya nodded accompanied by a perfectly fluffy smile, a happy hue so visible on the face of the handsome man with the status of a widower.

The decision was unanimous, after Yasmine's house. Arya immediately brought the files to register with KUA, while the Sufi mother was still at home there. Still chatting with besan and his future daughter-in-law.

While Taqa was memorizing njai in his room accompanied by his grandfather.

It felt like a dream for Yasmine, she still did not expect that she would get married again so soon. After the first marriage that made her choose the status as she is now.

The woman was still smiling as the two middle-aged women were engrossed in telling stories, thinking about how her contract would be, her place and who to invite.

There are no real or fake roses, nor do they want to be dressed or dressed. Enough white robe and hijab without crown frills or anything.

He also only wants to invite a few people, and children who teach to pray at the end of the event. His desire remains the same, his commitment at home. This time in his own home. And his wish he had told his Sufi mother, Arya and her parents.

Until finally, after chatting with two middle-aged women in taste very enough, Yasmine drove her future father-in-law home, of course with the child. Taqa really doesn't want to miss. He followed her wherever her mother went.

"Don't Taqa come by first?" ask the Sufi mother to Taqa.

The handsome boy looked up, towards the mother. After getting the head, Taqa replied. "No, Grandma, thank you. Yes, sometime," she replied.

"Yes, thank you ... Son Taqa, son Yasmine, has delivered mother."

"Together, Ma'am," Yasmine rekindled the hand of her future father-in-law. And straight home.

..._-_-_-_-_...

"Yes, why are you here?" mother's question made Yasmine who had been sitting on the terrace then turned to look at the middle-aged woman.

After taking the Sufi mother, Ustazah Ami came, he said goodbye for going to the place of Ustadz Rizal, later in the afternoon they carried out a simple kabul ijab there. At Rizal's place.

What became sad for Yasmine was, now she was really left behind by a favorite friend. Ijab event as well as transfer for ustazah Ami, because they have to live in the place of the husband.

"Why?" ask the mother again when she is sitting next to the princess.

"Yas nganterin ustazah Ami, Mom. But not allowed" he replied.

"Only the nuclear family comes along" he continued, exhaling violently.

"Yes, papa, Yas. That's their choice. After all, Ami does not want, if you go there, he continues to be unwilling if you return here," said the mother.

Yes, Ami's ustazah did ban Yasmine for such reasons. Understandably, it is not only a month two months they are together, up to seven years, so it will be difficult to separate. After all, the two of them were already like inseparable brothers.

Yasmine was silent, until the mother brought her body to lean on the mother's shoulder. The middle-aged woman rubbed the princess' head, "already. You will also get married, so you should pray for Ami, so that the marriage is lasting, quickly in love with momongan."

"Aamiin," Yasmine replied weakly.

"You too, I pray that this marriage brings happiness. Until death do you part" said the mother again.

"There's still fear, ma'am," Yasmine said. "I'll tell Mas Arya to come here not to take a car, but to walk. Not too far away either," continued the woman.

"No papa, everything will be fine. Just pray yes," mother still faithfully rubbed the princess.

Yasmine nodded and closed her eyes. He prayed in his heart, 'may all go well Yes Allaah, for there is no help but from You. May this time fate favor Ya Allaah's servant, aamiin, ' the beautiful woman's hand rubbed against the face.