Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

17. Crown of a woman

The night before the agreement, Rey had arrived first at Zahira's house with Alisa's wife, Rey is the brother of Zahira's biological mother is certainly very much in wait in this marriage, he is the only guardian who can marry Zahira. They have lived in London for many years since Zahira was not born, although they often come to visit but only to visit, just to let go of the longing and it could not be long.

"Darling how you are, you are so beautiful." Alisa hugged her only niece with longing, the bule woman noticed the face a little while before then hugged her again.

"Thank God I'm fine." Zahira returned the warm embrace.

"Call me Mama just like Ayra." Alisa smiled fondly looking at her orphaned niece.

"Why didn't Ayra come?" ask the innocent girl.

"He's on his semester exam, baby. Someday he'll come back here and see you. You know, her face is not much different from yours, only you inherit your father's face a little, while Ayra is a little bule like me." He laughed and felt funny about his words.

"I know Mama, I see her on social media. I'd love to see Ayra." Zahira laughed happily.

"Uncle." Zahira welcomes Rey's hand and kisses her.

"You're as big and beautiful as your mother." Rey looked at him in awe, that beautiful and gentle face reminded him of his beloved sister Reva. Zahira smiled as Rey could not help but long and hugged the girl tightly. "You should call me sir, baby. But it's okay, the world is too modern." Rey rubbed Zahira's head many times.

"Pakde (Papa gede) aka Papa big." Alisa said to her husband.

"Ah that's right." Rey laughed looking at the cute face in front of her who also laughed.

"Let's go Pakde and Mama I'll take you to the room, you must be tired." Zahira walks with Alisa.

"Honey, we even remember our room when we often stay here" said Alisa saw the door of the room that was still closed.

"really? This room is Mama's?" Zahira pointed at the large room in the number two order.

"Of course, because it was the three of us with your sister, so your father gave me the biggest room" Alisa said, opening the door.

"Hopefully this time also Mama and Pakde are still comfortable sleeping in this room." Zahira stood on the lip of the door.

"Of course, baby." Alisa came in and sat down on the big bed.

Zahira closed the door that was still open and left towards her room. A lot of the roar of the car in the yard did not make him turn his head, because Ayu did ask many parties to decorate and take care of all the needs in Zahira's house. But then there was one voice that stopped his steps.

"Zahira!" the voice of the woman he knew so well.

"Ummi." Zahira turned around and immediately hugged the long-veiled woman.

"Honey how are you? Ummi's son looks very pretty." The woman stroked Zahira's face which always looked beautiful.

Nurul, as the name of the woman called ummi by Zahira and Radit, she is a religious teacher also called Ustadzah who became a friend and guardian of Zahira while living in Malaysia, he takes care of all the needs of Zahira from the small to the big, as well as Radit, the difference is that the woman is focused on Zahira, while for Radit, the difference is, ummi Nurul only served to teach religion and morality like an ustadzah or teacher for Radit.

"Terime love." The woman still speaks a little bit of Malaysian.

Zahira then left the cute Malaysian woman and Soleha to her room which was located in the middle of the living room.

And tonight Zahira still sleeps soundly even though many people are still busy until late.

Tomorrow, Thursday afternoon before the wedding. After doing the special treatment that Ayu has provided. Zahira prepared herself in her room with Nurul.

After the Maghrib prayer he was immediately inlaid with thin makeup but looked elegant and classy to make people amazed to look at him. With white dresses dominant, and pink flowers adorned at the ends of the lower dresses as well as other trinkets, the, not to forget a decoration like the crown of the king's daughter perched on the head of the beautiful bride.

"Honey, this crown is very beautiful, but Zahira knows no, the crown of a girl is not on the head, but down there. Ape the crown is still awake?" Ummi asked with his language.

"Of course Ummi, I'm still looking after him. Like the ummi message, only my husband has the right to touch this body letter." Zahira smiled, there was calmness and honesty there.

"Thank God, Ummi was worried because you got married too soon." Ummi Nurul rubbed his chest a sign of relief there.

"The fool called ummi, I could not resist when Radit asked me to marry and be his wife. I can't deny that this heart always wants to be with him. I was scared when he was far away and left me, I felt like I missed Radit was still in Malaysia and I was here. I think it's Ummi's love." Clearly Zahira with a soft and gentle voice.

"Right, baby, it's love. And Radit's been in love for a long time, only you don't realize it." Ummi Nurul told Zahira.

"Yes Ummi, I thought he was my brother, but he was going to be my husband." Zahira smiled shyly, looking down at the thought that tonight she would be Raditya's handsome wife.

"Let's go, it looks like Radit's here." Ummi Nurul invites Zahira down.

Sure enough on the floor of the spacious room was already crowded and Radit had arrived in matching clothes, the teenage boy looked handsome and radiant face. Radit stared at the arrival of Zahira who looked prettier than usual, the narrowed eyes did not blink.

Until the time when it will start.

Rey says ijab. "I marry you, and marry you Raditya Jovanka bin David Abdillah with Zahira Princess Bramastya bint Aldo Bramastya with a dowry a set of diamond jewelry in cash!"

"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Zahira Putri Bramastya bint Aldo Bramastya with the dowry paid in cash!" Radit answered quickly and firmly, beyond suspicion the teenager looked so dignified and showed his maturity when the marriage contract was carried out. Make the witnesses and leaders amazed to witness the assertiveness and conviction of Radit.

Legitimate. All answered and said Alhamdulillah together.

Crying, of course, the crying must have happened. Even all crying, the soft and spoiled beautiful girl was an orphan, big without a father and mother. Although flooded with affection from various parties, of course, when married and stepped into a new life his heart was very sad. Various hugs alternately, the tiny lips called out, Mama, Papa! The two names adorned his cries, the embrace of the two people unceasingly carving out heart-rending cries. "My daughter Zahira" said David and Ayu still holding her in tears.