Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 28

" True Amal didn't touch you? You will not be conscious while sleeping. Or feel it in the section ******** you have a linu or sick? Or is there blood on hotel sheets?" Aunt looks worried.

I began to remember, "it seemed like there was no tan, nor did I feel any pain. Mas Amal is a good aunt. Trust Zahra. Zahra and Amal's mass are not that low." I answered trying to convince aunt.

" Thankfully. You know Zina? Zina is an act that is forbidden in Islam. Someone who does, will certainly get the sin of adultery. It means: "And do not approach adultery; indeed, it is an abomination. And a bad path." (QS. Al - Isra: 32)." Aunty explained in detail.

" Zahra understands my aunt, dear..." I hugged aunt.

" Thank you for caring about Zahra, thank you for loving Zahra." Saying again.

After feeling sure that I'm okay, Aunt Lidya finally came out of my room."

I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling.

The tring! I have a message on my phone. It turns out from Amal mass, (kangen!)

Oh God, so much so, I laughed myself reading a short message from the mass of Charity.

I replied to Amal's message saying he wanted to send me a message. (We'll see you, the time is gone. How could Zahra not believe that?) Message I sent.

Amal returned to reply, (split my chest, then you will find your name written there.)

When did he become poetic? Mas, Zahra didn't expect to be this close to you.

We replied to Amal until there was a message that touched my heart. (Zah, believe the same. Mas didn't touch you before you had a halal label for you. I'm also sorry for ever being that funny to you. And believe me, I loved you from first sight with you.)

Mas... I did too, loving you from our first sight.

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Today Amal and I were at the funeral. According to our plan today will make a pilgrimage to the tomb of mama, papa also his father mass Amal.

There was a haru feeling when I arrived at the final resting house of papa and mama.

My tears are racing to come down.

I cleaned up mom and dad's funeral. Afterwards we offer prayers for my late mother and father.

We continue the pilgrimage of his father's death, Amal, we also do the same thing as my late father and mother.

We're home. Mas Amal drove me to the front of the house, but did not get out of the car, "keep your health! In two days we'll be married." General message of Charity.

I just nodded, then I got out of the car.

I went inside the house. Grandma's house is starting to get crowded. My brother also started coming. Aunt Lidya and the other mothers started making cakes for my wedding banquet later.

I opened the wedding dress we bought at the time. I can't wait to wear a wedding dress.

I miss my sweet baby too. What is he doing now?

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The day I was waiting for finally arrived. I woke up early in the morning. I immediately took a shower and performed the dawn prayer. Do not forget the prayer I said so that my marriage would run smoothly according to our plans.

The makeup team ordered by Amal has arrived. I'm in makeup now. It took me an hour to change myself. I've worn the wedding dress. The jasmine-dyed hijab was already attached to my head. I like my makeup that is not menor but looks more natural. Charity is the best.

I looked behind my window. There are already many guests and families out there. Mas Amal walked flanked by his mother and uncle. Not to forget the Zuwita in fendong by Mas Amal.

Funny at first glance, but it's not all a problem. The child is the main thing and I don't mind if it's about Zuwita.

I don't know anymore what's going on out there, which I'm obviously looking forward to being called out to meet with Amal's people.

" Zah." Zah." Aunt Lidya's face nongol behind the door.

I walked towards Aunt Lidya, Aunt Lidya took me to walk towards Amal.

I sat beside Amal.

Mas Amal and pak penghulu shaking hands.

Tears began to fall one by one, there are the faces of mama and papa that are reflected in my eyes.

What I heard at the time was the legitimate speech of the witnesses who attended our wedding.

We have finished signing the wedding documents. For the first time I kissed my husband's hand. Now it is legitimate that my status is to be a wife as well as a mother. Many of us cried to see our wedding.

Now we began to do sungkeman to grandmother, mass mother Amal, aunt and om also the invited guests who were present. Not wanting to miss, still wearing a wedding dress, baby Zuwita whined for me to carry her.

And many laughed as well when I had to shake hands with the guests and had to hold Zuwita the kingpin.

This is the risk of getting married to a one-child widower. And I have to be ready anytime.

Our wedding is over. The guests have gone home. Only me, grandmother, aunt, om and also his mother mass Amal.

And today also I will be brought directly to the mass house of Amal.

This is the saddest moment of my life. I had to leave my grandmother behind, but my grandmother and aunt were the best people in my life. Grandma hugged me repeatedly while rubbing her face.

" Don't cry grim, I just moved to sleep. And it wasn't far away just five minutes. I'll visit grandma a lot with Zuwita." Entertain me again.

" Granny is not sad, grandma is happy to see you married. So one day if grandma leaves there's no more worry." Grandma said while sobbing.

After grandma looked calmer, I finally packed my equipment.

We say goodbye to grandma, aunt Lidya also om Iwan. Many times grandma put me in mass Amal.

" Now Zahra! If he is wrong please advise. Don't cash in on Grandma's only granddaughter, this is Mal." Grandmother's message.

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Now we have arrived at Amal's house.

Zuwita looked fussy, "may be willing to drink milk. Mom just make it first." Mom rushed to the kitchen but I prevented it.

" Let Zahra be ma'am." I said as I walked into the kitchen.

" The milk's in the closet yeah, the hot water's in the flask." Say mother again.

After becoming Amal's wife I want to replace the duties of the mother to take care of Zuwita.

After being ready to make milk I approached Zuwita and gave milk.

" Yes, take it in the room." Amal brought my bag to the room.

I carried Zuwita into Amal's mas room. Mom asked permission to rest in the room for a while.

I put Zuwita on the bed, it seems that Zuwita is very thirsty and sleepy until for a moment he has fallen asleep.

Now I and Amal live in this room.

I was confused as to what to do.

Charity approached me, even our faces were no longer at a distance.

" Should it be now?"

" When else?" Ask friendly

" Tell me your life story first with uminya sabrina!" My whisper was in the ear of the Amal.