Wife For Faith

Chapter 31

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Fatimah Azzahra bint Muhammad with a dowry a set of prayer equipment paid in cash."

"How, Witness?"

"Well!" shouted the invited guests who were present as witnesses.

Aiman heaved a sigh of relief, then rubbed his face with both hands. She is now legally a husband after five years of marriage. The feeling of love for a deceased ex-wife is still there, but she keeps it close at the bottom of her heart.

Now, he began to reopen a new page with Fatimah Azzahra. The beautiful woman who will be guided later to his jannah Allah SWT. Being a mother to Hassan and maybe their children later.

After the reading of the qobul ijab is complete, the bride is welcome to come out of the room. The place where he waited for Aiman to say the qobul Ijab in front of Umar–ayah Fatimah. Now, the two brides were met on a guarantee.

Aiman was already waiting in front with a white tuxedo that made him look very handsome. The widower of one child even looks like he is single at the age of three heads. Highlight his eyes could not be separated staring at Fatimah who was also wearing all-white clothes and looked elegant.

"Your husband is so handsome, son," whispered Aminah teasing her son.

Fatimah's cold hand squeezed the palm of her mother who was grasping tightly beside her. She protested in silence because she was too embarrassed to admit her husband's handsome face.

He's really handsome, Mom.

Fatimah looks very pretty shining with her white dress. Eyelashes were like impatient to meet his soulmate. A charming sincere smile, making Fatimah increasingly look gracefully charming. Although he was nervous and hesitant, but he kept it alone.

Fatimah looked very steady walking by her mother's side to reach the figure that was standing waiting for her on the lap. Her lips were unceasing to comment on the smile as the gaze of her bride and groom sat at each other.

The nervousness felt Aiman. The second marriage did not get her used to it, but Fatimah's eyes made her calm again. Aiman's tears trickled when he was finally able to match Fatimah at the entrance.

"Please take care and guide my child properly and correctly, son. If it's wrong, please scold him! But, don't you ever hurt her heart. Because it's the same way you hurt our hearts." Aminah handed over the ornamental hand of Henna and Fatimah in the hand of Aiman. Tears that had been held back, now sliding profusely to see his son had found his soul mate.

"God willing, Mom. I can't promise you abundant treasure for your child. But, I want this marriage to be used as a worship and also as a house that is worth living in by all of us."

"So will my wife walk with me and Mas Asa in the direction of Allah's Paradise?" asked Aiman gently in front of the invited guests who were baper to see the interaction of the two brides.

The crystal thread dripped without being told. Fatimah hoped that what her husband said was true, not just a promise made in front of many people, or worse, a false promise.

With all heart, soul, and body. The woman nodded in agreement, then the lips were flinched, embarrassed when her forehead was so warmly kissed by the husband. The butterflies in his stomach suddenly flew.

Not yet finished his cold sweaty hands after Aiman's tight grip. Fatimah was now made to float with a sincere smile given by her husband. This was a point where his heart rippled warmly and a sense of it was completely new and real happened to him.

Stranger, but so opiate.

Their lips grinned at the romance Aiman showed his new wife. The amish single becomes dreamy of getting the perfect husband figure like the groom.

Aiman and Fatimah make single-jomblo souls out there thrashing to see their romance.

The event continued until the bride changed costumes twice. Aiman and Fatimah indeed refused, if you have to change clothes up to four times–that proposal from the makeup artist– because he thought it was unnecessary and also complicated.

Happiness clearly emanated in the faces of the bride and the family. Little–Hassan was no less happy. He even did not want to escape from Fatimah until several times teased by family, or relatives who came.

Hassan's lips pouted as drowsiness began to strike. He who usually wrestled spoiled to Aiman, now just switch not to be separated from the deckapan Fatimah. The woman could only smile despite the difficulty in moving.

Until when the event is over, Hassan will be put to sleep in the guest room with Siti. The two brides are now in the bridal room. He is a stranger who has now changed status to husband and wife that looks awkward to not know what to do.

Fatimah who was removing her wedding dress was actually a little awkward when she wanted to ask for help from her husband. Her dress zipper got stuck in a safety pin that was somehow so hard to open.

The two manics glanced doubtfully at the figure of Aiman who had just come out of the bathroom in a fresh state, in contrast to him who was still not stretched.

Should I ask her for help?