TRIPLE Z (Zafir, Zafran, Zafira )

Preaching

Zafira stared at herself in front of the mirror.

Many times he has tidied up his orange hijab.

Tidying up her dress to make up.

Make up his own work that learned from youtube tutorials.

The naturalist makeup that he applied to the face completely fused with his skin. Even without makeup, her face is naturally bright. But this time he wanted to be a little different.

This perfect make-up has been done many times in his camera.

But as good as any makeup if the heart is anxious can not be covered by any makeup.

Such was the condition of Zafira's heart at the moment, anxious.

The dress she was wearing was a dress that Julian had specially ordered for her. As Julian planned, they would be wearing a couple today.

Early on undergoing a prospective bride and groom later.

"Fir, how are you feeling now?" Zafran asked as soon as he entered Zafira's room without excuse let alone knock on the door.

The smell of lavender was so strong on his nose.

Zafran just sat on his sister's bed.

"The mirage..! Answer dong!" Tegur Zafran is back.

"I'm nervous, Fran." Zafira flipped the tube one hundred and eighty degrees.

"Take Fira's breath. This is still the process of the sermon not yet married. I was nervous that way. Especially if nantin fits the marriage contract?" Cetus Zafran.

"Can't you ? if you don't use the sound of giving his cues?" Zafira stared straight at Zafran but his brother knew Zafira was not looking at him.

Zafran simply smiled as he replied, "Can use sign language. But the note you should have ngadep me. Focus and don't moan."

"What? It's not clear."

"Pake lip language!" Zafran pressed his lips to show the expression of the person kissing.

"Messenger..!" Zafira finally smiled but with a punch all over his brother's body.

"Firs.. Firaas..! Stopit! It hurts." Screech Zafran without replying to Zafira's actual blow does not hurt.

Zafran knew, it was only the impingement of Zafira who was upset because he did not know what to do and said what.

"Here!" Finally with a single pull of Zafira's body was already in his tight embrace.

"Trust! You're still the prettiest thing for Uncle." Zafran's whisper calms Zafira.

"I'm scared, Fran. I'm not ready to be a wife." Zafira's Brisks.

"The duty of the wife is only one, obedient to the husband. What's not ready?" Zafran was still whispering in Zafira's ear.

"I'm afraid I can't be the best." Zafira's hoarse voice really made Zafran anxious.

"In this world nothing is best or perfect. There's no human being who doesn't have a disability." Whisper Zafran again.

"Aren't you asking Uncle? What is the motivation for marrying you now?" Zafran stretched his arms.

"To justify all our steps when we're both."

"The others?" Zafran Fishing.

Zafira.

"Have you ever touched your heart?"

Zafira returned.

"It's good to say. That relationship starts with openness. I'm sure Uncle will accept it. Especially from the girl he's been guarding since childhood."

"But Fran..." Deny Zafira.

"Nothing but Zafira. Believe that! I want you to be happy in your marriage too. Not even this crazy." Zafran sage.

Zafira closed her eyes. Slowly he took a deep breath from his nose and expelled his mouth.

"Smile dong. The bride-to-be can't be sad."

"We're going down, Uncle's coming soon. Uncle WA said it was up to Kendangsari."

"Yuk...!" Zafran extended his hand.

Zafira hesitantly grabbed his brother's firm hand.

"We're still with you." Zafran took Zafira out of the room to the living room.

There all his extended family gathered.

"Sorry Umma who likes this prank is now big. I want to be a bride." Whisper Umma with a smile.

"Sit here next to Umma." Bring Aqeela.

She gently hugged her daughter back.

"You know?"

Zafira turned towards Umma.

"Umma used to be at Buya's Khitbah when you were your age. It's just that we didn't think about getting married. Until Kyai Sepuh asks us to hurry." Aqeela paused to supply oxygen to her heart.

"Once again we don't shake it. Until the disaster befalls Umma and Buya. Umma was kidnapped by someone who wanted Buya to be her lover."

"Lucky we survived. After that incident Buya increasingly possessive of protecting Umma. And finally Buni, Oma, AyahKung and Opa speed up our marriage process."

"Zafira knows, even after marriage we still live apart. Buya occasionally chalked at home. The road is like two lovers who are dating."

"But Umma got pregnant after graduation. Marriage is not about always being two. But also about commitment."

"By keeping the commitment, Umma and Buya can until now." Aqeela stroked her daughter's hair gently.

As Aqeela ended her sentence, the sound of a car came into their yard.

"That must be Uncle." Aqeela said as she glanced at the little smiling Zafira.

Aqeela understood, how Zafira was feeling right now. Between sadness, happiness and confusion. Just like when Desta's family menghitkahnya.

Sure enough, before long Julian was accompanied by Edo and his wife said greetings at the door.

The surprised face seen between the two large families turned out to be the two brides-to-be wearing clothes with matching colors.

Smile knots imprinted from both sides. In each one's mind.

After entering and sitting together in the living room.

Edo represented Julian's side conveying his purpose and purpose. And without rejection the Zafira family received Julian's proposal.

Through Edo's intermediary, Julian handed Zafira a small box.

"This ring is only a sign of the bond that Zafira has preached to me." Julian said calmly when his heart was torn to a natural heart shock.

Assisted by Mira, Edo's wife. Zafira put up Julian's gift ring. The ring he ordered the other day.

Looks beautiful and fit in Zafira's hands.

With the do'a of the Father, the Zafira sermon is requested to be facilitated and launched by Allah SWT.

*****

"Uncle..." Call Zafira when you finish dinner. And now the two of them were sitting on the back porch leisurely.

While others are fun to play in the living room and living room.

"Yes.. why?" Julian turned towards Zafira.

"Bole Zafira asked?"

"Bables?"

"What if we are married, Uncle will tell Zafira to cook, nyuci, clean...?

Julian smiled at Zafira's words, the man seemed to know the direction of his future wife's conversation.

"Zafira is Uncle's wife, not a housekeeper. At Uncle's house there's Bi Ira and his friends. No need for Zafira to step in." Julian paused his sentence staring at the pretty face of Zafira who was looking down.

"Kan Uncle yesterday has said we are married so that someone accompanies Uncle everywhere. Zafira wants to, right?" Julian continued without taking his gaze off.

Zafira is still down. It's even deeper.

"But Zafira is still afraid of Uncle." Lirih.

"Fear what?" Julian knitted his two eyebrows.

Zafira turned to the right and left as if he did not want his words to be heard by others.

"What fear of fire?" Re-examples Julian.

Once in safety, Zafira brought her lips closer to Julian's ears. And whisper.

"Zafira is afraid of getting pregnant,"

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