The Step Sister of Tiri
152. Reception
Kinan walked towards the kitchen. She wanted to get some water for herself and her husband. Though the husband only teased her, but the woman was already nervous like this. What if tonight, he might have a heart attack.
Kinan took a breath many times, trying to calm himself down. Before every time Hanif said sweet he always misbehaved. Now when it's legitimate why even so can not dwell. Whereas before the woman always tried to be ordinary, but it was difficult.
The moment in front of him was Hanif, the plan he put together to look good, Buyar instantly. So much influence on the existence of the husband. To avoid it is also impossible because the man is already legally her husband.
“Non Kinan need something?” ask Bik Ira who saw Kinan pecking in front of the refrigerator.
The woman was a little surprised then sighed. “You take a drink, really, Bik. I have already taken it myself.”
“Perhaps need food, let me make it.”
“Let's go, Bik. Now Mas Hanif again take a shower, if later eat I can take it myself.”
“Alright, if you need something, then call Aunt.”
“Iya, Bik. Later I call, I go to the room first,” said Kinan by bringing two drinks into his room.
As soon as he entered the room, the atmosphere seemed quiet. There was the sound of water in the bathroom. Hanif must still be inside. Kinan looked for clothes he would use later after taking a shower.
Suddenly the woman remembered that there were no clothes for Hanif here. My husband did not bring clothes either. Kinan took the initiative to borrow his sister's clothes only. He came out of the room to his sister's room. Luckily Ayman was there so the woman didn't have to look for him.
“Sister, I borrowed his shirt. Mas Hanif didn't bring clothes.”
“Before why don't you buy it? You should've got a dress ready for her."
“I don't think there, Kak.”
Ayman walked up to his closet to pick up a stel. “It just so happens that there is a new shirt. Sister has not used it,” he said while handing paper bag to his sister.
“Thank you, Brother.” After receiving the clothes from her brother, Kinan immediately returned to the room. However, she was surprised to see her husband sitting on the edge of the bed with only a waist towel.
The woman immediately turned her body. Just this time he saw the body of a man without clothes other than his older brother and papa. Kinan felt strange seeing that. He held onto his chest which was beating faster and irregularly. His body temperature suddenly felt different, there was something that made his mind unable to focus.
“Why turn around? Aren't we already halal?” ask Hanif.
“A—aku was just surprised,” Kinan replied nervously. The bag in his hand was a victim. Hanif who saw the nervousness of his wife was just smiling amusedly.
“Kinan, I forgot to bring no clothes. I can't wear that shirt anymore either. What am I supposed to wear?" ask Hanif.
“Mas only wear this shirt. It's Ayman's sister, not yet used,” said Kinan while handing the clothes to her husband without seeing him.
He was still ashamed of the man. Hanif who understood was no longer tempting the wife. The man took his clothes to the bathroom and wore them there. Hearing the bathroom door close, made the woman feel relieved.
Meanwhile, inside the bathroom, Hanif was just as nervous. He just pretended to look ordinary. If only Kinan was nearby maybe the woman could hear the sound of her heartbeat. It was fortunate that the wife was standing a bit away from him so, she could still control herself.
"I have to get used to this. I can't be like this forever. Hopefully I can," Hanif murmured inwardly.
*****
At night in a building. Looks like some guests are attending Hanif and Kinan's wedding reception party. The building looks so luxurious with amazing decorations. White roses dominate the party room, impressing guests.
Though the room is not as big as other entrepreneurs if there is a party. However, it made anyone who came feel comfortable. The family had agreed not to invite many guests. Only the closest relatives and family.
A couple of brides were already standing at the wedding while shaking hands with the guests congratulating them. A smile continued to be emitted from the two newlyweds. Next to the band, there is a stage with a singer performing songs to entertain guests. There were also some guests who sang songs dedicated to the bride.
“Mas, don't you want to sing for Kinan?” ask Zayna to her husband.
“I can't sing, Honey.”
“Yah .. whereas I want to hear your voice. Go, Mas! Sing a song for Kinan. This is also the desire of your child,” said Zayna while rubbing her stomach slightly protruding.
“That's just the reason you're made-up.”
“Kok, that, Mas! Yes already, if you do not want to sing, but do not accuse my son so,” said Zayna with a frown.
Ayman sighed, if it had been like this, he would have lost. “Alright, I'll sing, but you'll also have to come on stage. We sing together how?”
“I don't want to, Mom. I can't sing" Zayna said, shaking her head.
“I also can not sing, but to make my wife happy, not pa-pa a little false.”
Zaina was still doubtful. However, with the persuasion of the husband finally the woman was willing. Although embarrassed Ayman still went up on stage.
"I'm sorry everyone. I am here as the sister of the bride, wanting to present one song to my beloved sister. Actually I don't love him too much, but only he I have how else," said Ayman interspersed with laughter. However, his eyes remained teary.
"Thank you to my sister. All this time has been the best sister, always accompany and make my days colorful. My voice may not be very good, but I hope you like it. If the guests can't stand it, shutting their ears."
The guests laughed at what the man said. Ayman and Zayna sing the song 'Choose Your Heart' from Andika Pratama and Ussy Sulistiawati. Their voices are not as good as professional singers. However, it is enough to make the guests dissolve in the song that both performed.
Even Kinan shed tears from being moved. Her brother never sang. Today, however, the man offered her a song. Hanif embraces the wife's shoulder, he knows what the woman is feeling.
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