The Step Sister of Tiri

14. Heading to halal

"Assalamualaikum, hi, Na," said Alifia who had just arrived. "Subhanallah, you are so beautiful!"

"Waalaikumsalam, you can," Zayna said with a smile.

"You know, you're prettier today than you were yesterday."

Zayna was silent considering the incident. Suddenly she was afraid that Ayman would also cancel this marriage. Alifia who understood the feelings of the bride-to-be immediately approached. He wanted to hold Zayna's palm, but was afraid of damaging the decoration on the back of that hand.

"Na, you have to believe that not all men are the same. Some are good, some are even more cruel than Fahri so, you do not rely on one person only. Now you better pray that today's event goes smoothly."

Zayna smiled and nodded her head. Although in the heart of the girl was worried, but she did not want to make her best friend come to mind. Better to keep it to yourself.

"You came alone, Al?"

"Your mom, papa. They are outside" replied Alifia.

Actually the girl's parents were worried about Zayna, afraid that yesterday's events would happen again. They already considered the girl as their own daughter. Especially after hearing the story of Alifia if their marriage is sudden. The same thing that yesterday had a two-year relationship ran aground, especially this is not at all familiar.

"Why not come here?" ask Zayna. He also considers his best friend's parents like his own. Even the girl called them papa and mama, just like Alifia.

"Mama is not good with your stepmom, afraid that you will be mistaken for something."

"What the hell, we're just talking too."

"Here you go, later you can also meet your mother with papa," concluded Alifia, who is possessed by Zayna.

The two talked about a few things. Until it does not feel soon will enter the awaited time. However, until now the bride has not shown any signs of her presence.

"Al, do I have to experience it again?"

"You don't think like that. It's not eight." It's not eight yet."

"Yesterday was like this, Al." Zayna started to shed her tears.

Alifia who did not have the heart immediately hugged her best friend. He doesn't know what to say anymore.

"Heh, why cry?" savina asked as she entered the room and looked strangely.

"Nothing, Ma. Just a flickering."

"You must be crying, huh?" savina asked, looking at Alifia.

"No, Aunt. I don't do anything" Alifia said.

"Here you are, you keep on ngeles. Now you clean your tears. I don't want people to think I'm bad for you" Savina said. "After that get ready to go out."

"The groom's coming, Auntie?" ask Alifia.

"Already from fifteen minutes ago, but they wait pak penghulu outside do not want to enter first. He said the tire of the pengulu man's car leaked and Ayman asked one of his relatives to pick him up earlier."

Zayna and Alifia looked at each other and smiled. Both of them were relieved that what was feared had not happened.

"What's wrong, anyway? Like a madman smiling" asked Savina.

"There's nothing, Ma. Alifia just wants to see my future husband, she hasn't seen, has she!" zayna answered, wiping her tears with a tissue.

Alifia immediately glared, how could this friend of hers lie like that? The lie also makes no sense. However, Zayna just smiled at him without any guilt.

"Tante, take it easy. I am not a actor, really! I also have a heart and a mind. Where may I seize the property of others, let alone the property of the closest person," said Alifia as well as insinuate.

"What do you mean talk like that? You insinuate me!"

"No, Auntie, but if Auntie feels insinuated, thank God, deh."

"Al," said Zayna. "Sorry Alifia, Ma, he doesn't mean anything."

"You don't hang out with him much. Ka—"

"Ma, why did you call the bride so long? Penghulu's coming, hurry!" call Zivana at the end of the door.

"This is because of you, I forgot my purpose in coming here" Savina told Alifia.

"Emah is old" muttered Alifia who immediately got a pull from Zayna on her arm.

"Come, Na! We're out, don't mind him. Everyone's been waiting." Savina immediately pulled Zayna's hand to go to the living room, where the marriage contract took place.

Zayna looked back and nodded her head at her best friend. Alifia who understood smiled. He didn't want to make a fuss on this happy day. Let the girl succumb to the witch (one reader said anyway).

Savina took the bride to the place where the marriage contract was held. Slowly, but surely, Zayna stepped gracefully. Between gurgling and fear. His palm began to cool, his heart beating faster. He just kept his head down.

The groom is already sitting in front of the newly arrived pak penghulu. Not much different from Zayna, Ayman also felt the same way. Since then he tried to catch his breath so as not to mess up the event. The man was afraid that his concentration would break and make his future wife disappointed.

The sound of whispers from the guests made Ayman turn his head, immediately his world seemed to stop. His future wife looks very beautiful with her choice of white kebaya. Although Zayna looked down, but the man could still see her face so clearly.

'God, what a beautiful creation you have. I am grateful that my choice is not wrong, I hope that he is indeed You doomed for me, ' Ayman's inner self by continuing to look at his future wife.

"So the views of young people, not yet halal," reprimanded pak penghulu.

"I–iya, Sir," said Ayman.

"Well, the bride is beautiful."

"Yes, it's different than usual."

"She rarely makes up, so it's disposable, she's like an angel."

"Yes, she is very beautiful. The decoration is also very good, must be expensive, but I with her future husband just a taxi driver then, where's this much money?"

There is so much more that the guests talk about. But Ayman doesn't care. For him only Zayna was his current world.

The bride sits next to the groom by taking a distance. This is the first time they've been close together. It can no longer be described their feelings. Pleasure, nervousness, fear, and other feelings become one.

An ustaz started the event with a prayer so that the event this morning went smoothly. Everyone had also started to calm down, no longer sounding whispers from them. Until the event continues with ijab kabul.

"Here it says if the dowry is a three-gram ring, is it true?" ask pak penghulu.

"Right, sir," Ayman answered, then turned to look at his future wife. "Actually it wasn't me who bought it, it was grandma's ring. He said to give it to my wife one day and that's you. No papa, right?"

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