Wrong Khitbah

67. SK: YOU ARE MY TAQDIR

"Memi have a son?" Mumbles Zahwa

"Yes Brother. During this time his son Firman ahh wrong means that your future husband lived in Turkey but often went back and forth to Egypt to preach" said Ali's father.

Making Zahwa look down embarrassed to hide his cheeks that have reddened as red as ripe tomatoes.

"So how?" Say Buya Firman

"I leave it to my daughter. How Brother?"

He stared fixedly at the eyes of Father Ali and Mother Fatimah alternately. Then he closed his eyes tightly and took his breath slowly.

"Bismillaahirrahmarirrahiimbali. Wawa accepted" said Zahwa

Smiles spread throughout the room.

"Alhamdulillah." Everyone cried out in gratitude.

After that Umi Alya approached and pinned a ring on Zahwa's ring finger.

"Thank you dear.you keep your words willing to be Umi's child" said Umi Alya moved while hugging Zahwa.

"Yes Umi" said Zahwa

After that, the conversation continued until the date of the wedding. And the brand agreed the wedding will be held in 2 weeks.

Buya Firman and Umi Alya came home after eating together there. And his prospective man??? Ohh no. He was hidden, and it would be a surprise for them later. They will meet on the wedding day.

"Let's feel girly" said Zahra.

In the evening, Zahwa prayed at Quality time with the Creator. He established his heart to marry by his parents' choice.

And in Indonesia, too, are happy.

Someone in Cairo is happy too. When he heard that his cousin was getting married, but he did not know who the candidate was. Don't let her the bride-to-be just don't know whose brand to marry.

This was very surprising news for him. His cousin was very secretive about women. He just busy himself to learn, teach, work and preach. That's all, about women? Don't expect any response from her if you're offending her.

And reportedly he will come at his cousin's wedding so he can not take part in preparing for his wedding.

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2 Years passed quickly. This morning, Zahwa was ready for her beautiful blue dress. With layers on both sides, sequins all over her body and thin makeup. Very elegant and stunning.

In fact, she refused to be made up, as she was the type of person who disliked the many frills on her face. He prefers plain because he feels more comfortable and light.

The study before the meeting went well. After that was the event where he asked permission to both his parents to start a new life. Weeping haru, sad, happy, mixed into one.

Happy Zahwa will lead a new life and find his eternal backrest. Sad to have to let go of Zahwa and haru an atmosphere filled with love.

Aaaa..😍

Now Zahwa returned to the room that had been prepared specifically to decorate himself. 1 hour later Zahwa was ready with his white kebaya. A beautiful crown stuck to his head.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't believe if it was him or not. What a different appearance from the plain Zahwa. Now changed like an angel who came down from heaven.

"Ma is Allah... Hally seali's mom"

"Yes, no need to make up is also already beautiful koq earlier..Ma Shayah Allah..." Sounded amazed words from MUA who handled it.

Zahwa heard it just smiled gently at them making them again clench in admiration.

"Sister....Older brother...Brother Wawa..it is ready to be-lum" suddenly Zahra came screaming. And suddenly saw an angel in front of him.

"Gee....Ma Syaa Allah...is this really my Brother??? Ud-turn... This is Wawa, right? Ha's? Aye right?" Ask Zahra foolishly.

Zahwa chuckled as she shook her head to look at her sister's behavior.

"Hiks...Sister..." Suddenly Zahra melted to amaze the people

"What's wrong?"

"So, I'm not leaving. Means later brother will be brought to Turkey dong. Hiks.we rarely have time with both brothers..." Zahra's crying broke

Make the MUA panic

"Aduh.mbak..jangan nangis... That make up will be damaged" complained the MUA riled. Because when applying Zahra it really requires extra patience. Because Zahra who does not want to stay still when in makeup

"Hey.don't cry.we still stay together kok" persuaded Zahwa understand the unrest of the MUA.

"Oh yeah, what was Zahra doing here?"

"You almost forgot. Come on, brother, let's go to the special room. The akad will begin" explained Zahra to make Zahwa sculpting instantly.

His heart is beating fast. Hand trembling.

"Oh Allah, I will soon change the status of "inner Zahwa

"Sister.ayo.don't daydream. We're leaving now to hunt his Akad start brother..." Zahra

"Huh? I-iya Come on" said Zahwa

Then they walked to a special room that could hear the event Akad live.

Zahra took Zahwa with her and one of her relatives helped Zahwa lift the back of Zahwa's dangling shirt so as not to drag.

Zahwa is welcomed by Linda and Dini who are also very beautiful with their kebaya and makeup.

They served as Bridesmaids.

"Gee.. Ma Shayah Allah... Here Wa... Anti Hally bangeett aww" hysterical Linda and Dini together.

Zahwa shook his head and hugged the two friends.

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"Qobiltu Nikahaha wa Tazwijaha alal Mahril Madzkuur wa Radhiitu bihi, Wallahu Waliyut Taufiq"

Loud voices echoing. Speak the holy pledge, and the witnesses

"Well!"

Zahwa's tears just shed. His heart was pounding again. But it is worse and different. I don't know why the sound made his blood rustle.

Everyone prays and prays the prayers that are read.

"Zahwa you're a wife now"

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Right now in front of the door of the room. Zahwa was standing next to Zahra and Helwa.

And behind her are Linda and Dini. Relatives and others.

Now they led Zahwa to a designated place. Sholawat echoed in Zahwa's footsteps.

They stopped when Zahwa was standing in the middle of the room with beautiful flower poles on both sides.

Before long, a musical sound played every song lyrics are very familiar

song: My surgaku angel

"To the groom please pick up his wife" said MC

🎶

Every human being has a love

Which must be kept in its sanctity

But there are people who are helpless

When a lie comes to the throne

The bridegroom had already walked closer to Zahwa. The first time he saw his wife. Even though from a distance his body was already hot cold. Come on, he never hangs out with women.

🎶

I want him to be loyal

And able to maintain its purity

The closer, the closer, the closer

Makes Zahwa look down. She squeezed both sides of her dress.

🎶

When I was not far from him

Now the man who has the status of being her husband. Already in front of him.

🎶

Amanah also became his guard

"To the bride please kiss the hand of her groom who is now a husband" said MC

Zahwa looked doubtfully. Slowly he raised his trembling hand.

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Your heart is my refuge

When he almost raised his hand perfectly he pulled it back. While the bridegroom has put his right hand nervously every waiting for the wife who is still in doubt to make the first contact with him.

Zahwa tried to come back but somehow his hand came back he pulled. The timid scene was perpetuated by singles as a memory of their stampede of incomparable self-esteem. Aaa all baper saw that beautiful sight.

🎶

"Bismillah, let's go! Sure can!" Zahwa's mind encouraged him.

With shamed cheeks, roaring breath. The soft hand again tried to welcome the hand of the husband

🎶

My God approved that

Finally, she landed her hand on the hand of her husband. It was greeted with a smile by the owner of the hand.

Everyone was shouting hysterically, a standing ovation.

"Aaa nyaa's smile" praise some of them.

🎶

Made you my partner

He kissed the back of the husband's hand with a pounding and feeling. He kissed for a long time after which they sat.

And in the end the kiss on his forehead landed right on the lyrics

🎶

You are my heavenly angel.....

Thumping, soul incomparably thrashed.

This is what all women look forward to, which they dream of.

After that, the memoela grooms the crown of the bride and recites the do'a there.

The clapping cheered the atmosphere. Make the two newlyweds blush.

Linda and Dini never thought that Umi Alya had this handsome child. They were quite surprised to see the figure of the prince who became Zahwa's life companion.

The two now turn to the agreement table to take care of everything related to correspondence.

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Zahwa's tears were spilled during the silence on her parents. He received all the messages given by Father Ali and Mother Fatimah.

"Congratulations, my brother already has a husband. May you be a sadinah family, mawaddah, warahmah. Dedicate to him, for your paradise is upon him. All responsibility Brother, Brother leave it to you. Please take care of her, love her. I really can't bear to see your sister grieving or shedding a single tear. I won't hurt the people who hurt him. Nah! I love him so much please love him with all your heart" said Azzam who involuntarily shed tears.

Zahwa hugged Azzam tightly. Tears spilled hugging his beloved brother who always keep, protect, become his backrest when sad and who equally love him.

Until the husband rubbed his shoulders to win it then he took off his embrace and controlled his emotions.

"I promise to take care of her and love her with all my heart" her husband told Azzam

"I hold your word" said Azzam, patting his shoulder gently.

The sister-in-law nodded confidently.

After they finished they returned to the temple and received all congratulations from the invited guests. Actually during this Akad event, not too many were present. Plans will invite a lot at the reception later.

"Congratulations on your marriage. May sakinah, mawaddah and warohmah. And in the bounty of the offspring who pray and shalihah" said someone who had just climbed to the pelaminan.

At first Zahwa was surprised but he returned to normal and welcomed the remark.

"Ah...Fatih you finally came too. I thought you'd stay there forever and never come to my day"

Fatih chuckled slightly in response to her cousin's remark.

"There's no way I didn't come. It's your happy day, so I have to be in it too" Fatih said, embracing her cousin and laughing together.

When guests who go up to the pelaminan has begun to recede. Zahwa stomped his feet slowly. His leg heel was very sore standing for a long time.

Suddenly she was astonished to see her husband go away leaving her alone in the sewer. Makes all eyes look strangely at them.

Zahwa who did not know what to do could only sit down and tidy up her slightly messy dress.

While being cool down to release the thread hooks with his shoes. Suddenly a sweet-sounding voice in Zahwa's ears called out to him.

"Queenis..."

DEG!!!

De javu's. His brain turned the flash of his dream first. The young man in the dream called her my Queen. Very quickly his brain connect when he heard the call.

"Oh Allah, he is my soul mate. He was the cue on my dream" Zahwa said

She raised her head up and it was her husband. She stood up and looked at her husband who seemed to understand the meaning of her gaze.

Slowly she grabbed her husband's hand with her heart racing. And kissed that hand for a long time. After that he said.

"You are my destiny" Zahwa said gently with a sweet smile.

"You belong to me. Zaujati, Habibati, my Queen" said the husband as he stroked Zahwa's blushing cheek

It made Zahwa back stunned. And nodded slowly.

Then the husband kissed her forehead for a long time.

The photographer did not miss the natural scene. He was very satisfied with this unplanned result. Whereas earlier when they were photo sessions both looked awkward, stiff and still shy. But now, he is very satisfied with the results of his shots.

That strange gaze instantly turned into a pure and happy gaze. The atmosphere became boisterous as the rain of roses fell filling the stage.

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"Lt..."

"Huh?" Zahwa stared at the spoon hanging in front of him.

"Let's open your mouth, my Queen must be tired right" said the husband while spooning the rice he took earlier. Not intending to die Zahwa himself in the pelaminan but he knew his wife must be tired and had not eaten either. That is why he took the rice and also drank it.

Zahwa smiled and opened her mouth and accepted a bribe from her husband.

"Thank you" said Zahwa then took his spoon from the hand of the husband and alternately he who feeds the husband. Let them eat in one plate, one spoon and bribe each other.

Aahhh, singles are forbidden to open their eyes. Ntar came home from Zahwa's condolences on the wedding cake whining the same mak at home 🤣

Someone on the other end looked at them with an indescribable look. There was a sense of happiness when he found out his cousin was getting married. But there is also a nyesek when he saw the wife of his own cousin is a woman who once filled the niche of his heart.

"May you always be happy. Aamiin's"

***

It's really happy when we've found our last port. It's enough to travel by boat.

The sacrifices Zahwa made were not worth the happiness he was getting right now.

Disappointed? Can not just dissolve. Because God is preparing something better for us on the other end.

And this is the fruit of Zahwa's patience that ends sweet. No more expressions could express what he was feeling at this moment.

His life will change after this. New status, new family, all new.

"Is this the fruit of my patience? My sacrifice first? Thank God, You replaced my old pain with something sweet I never even imagined before. May happiness always be with us.

And for my husband. I don't know since when I was pounding when I was with you. I don't know you, I never even met you. But destiny embodies us and binds us to the sacred bond of marriage, a lawful relationship.

One you should know. I love you after you shook hands with my Father and redeemed me to God with your sacred vows"

~Zahwa Mary Equeena

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💓BARAKALLAH💓

ZAHWA MARY EQUEENA'S

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AKHTAR QABEEL ALFAREZI^^^^

May be a sadinah mawaddah warahmah family. Aamyn

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...This is the end of the story of Zahwa Mary Equeena....

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Thanks to all readers of this novel, thank you..😘

There is much less to this story and it is far from a good word. Ana is aware of that.

Please apologize profusely.

Ana Belain stayed up late for you guys, but tomorrow there's morning. Hixes

But it's okay for Zahwa's happy day. And the end of Zahwa's story of sacrifice and love.

The previous chapter was only five hundred. And the intention is to make it so. Sorry yak🙈 Mental preparation before baper-paper in this chapter, ehe 🤣

The longest chapter, awww 2k333 kata. wauuww

Don't forget to stay in his footsteps yaa😘

Wait for your friends after this

Babay....

Tabarakallah💙