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Still in the same building, two pairs of people still mute each other in the guest chair which is quite far from the stage. Although the atmosphere was crowded and boisterous with many voices, both of them felt lonely with the silence of their respective hearts. Then, the woman ventured to break the silence that had been created since.

"Ehm. Sis." call Mila.

"Yes?" answer Yusuf.

"According to the sister, the love story of Khodijah's mother and the Prophet, good?" ask Mila.

"It must be good, they are our role models" replied Joseph casually.

"But Khodijah's mother first proposed to the Prophet" Mila said.

"There is nothing wrong with what the Khodijah siti did. Because God supports it."

"If according to Joseph's brother, what is the reason that it is permissible? Isn't it good, the one who proposed first was a man?" ask Mila.

"Like the story of the prophets Joseph and Zulaiha. Zulaiha loved the Prophet Joseph for his good looks and kindness. Is that wrong? No, it's natural. Zulaiha was a normal woman. And he also had the right to express his feelings to Joseph. Because Joseph was the best man he'd met in his entire life."

"Even with Siti Khodijah, he saw the figure of the Prophet Muhammad who was handsome, good budinya and perfect all his wars, to make him fall in love. So, when Khodijah has found the best man according to him, do not wait for time for him to be worshipped by another man, then he immediately proposed to the Prophet Muhammad, so that he could channel his feelings of love to the right." joseph explained.

"Oh, is that it?"

"Ehm, if Joseph's own brother, for example, there is a girl who expresses her feelings first to the brother, will it be accepted, as will the Prophet Muhammad and the Prophet Yusuf?" tanya Mila started to head to the core.

"Ehm, depends. If the girl is good at her temper, good at her religion, why not? But, if it were the other way around, I would also think over and over again to answer it." replied Joseph.

"Ehm... That huh?"

"Why?" joseph asked curiously.

"Eh, um. No papa kok sak." Mila replied starting to get nervous.

"Anyways, there's a girl who feels the same way I do?" joseph had been feeling desperate ever since he was heartbroken with Pearl.

"There is." answered Mila.

"Who?" joseph asked, Started to wonder. Joseph looked at Mila asking for an answer.

"The man who sat beside his brother, and faced Joseph's brother" said Mila, looking down. His cheeks were already shaming with embarrassment.

"You mean?" ask Yusuf.

Mila lowered her head, she cursed herself who had been presumptuous to say that to the concerned. He endured the shame. Because he realized that he did not deserve to be with Joseph, considering that Joseph was a Sholih man who obeyed his religion.

Joseph smiled seeing Mila looking down embarrassed. Yusuf knew who the girl Mila meant.

"Sometimes, we pray'a to God, that we be betrothed to Si A, but God does not want it, so God betrays us to His Elect. We miss God, we tell God everything, but Indeed, the soul mate is sometimes wrong" said Joseph who actually discussed about the soul mate. Mila's heart that initially rumbled violently, because was was with Joseph's answer, now he was pessimistic, because Joseph did not mention his words at all.

"We want the A, just the same as the B. And it turns out that by being with the B, our lives are more colorful, and the A is already with the C. Indeed the soul mate is unique yes." again Yusuf said not connected with the statement Mila.

"There will be a rainbow after the rain, when the heart is broken into pieces, there are fragments ready to repair it. When the Soul feels this is the end, there is a body that encourages, that this is the beginning" Joseph said.

"Ehm, I'm sorry Mila Lancang. If indeed in the heart of my sister there is still a little space, allow Mila to visit there" said Mila still lowered her head in shame.

"Thank you, you've been honest with me Mila."

"Ehm, yes brother. Excuse me. Then, excuse me, sister." said Mila moved from her seat who felt her love clapping one hand. There was no answer from Joseph.

"Where are you going?" ask Yusuf.

"Ehm, would.mau ke.. ke.. ke. join equally temen." said Mila nervously, restraining her uncertain feelings.

"Stay beside me, don't leave me. For you shall be my makmum." said Joseph smiling brightly to Mila. At once Mila looked up, looking at the face of the man she had just shot.

"Ma.ma.ma..meaning brother of Joseph?" ask Mila still can't believe it.

"Sit down, we'll stand together. InshaaAllah, in the near future, I will come to see your parents, and we will catch up with Pearl and Doctor Dzen" Yusuf said.

"Sir Joseph seriously?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I should be the one who thanks Mila, because you were present at the right time, when my heart ached, you came to bring an antidote" said Joseph.

The milo smiled shyly.

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The reception has finished, just a photo session with the people nearby. Family photos, photos with friends and friends. Until arriving when there is a middle-aged woman also went up to the pelaminan.

"North."

"MaashaaAllah, ma'am Suyamti? Whose mother is it?" ask Pearl.

"Sama Nilam." replied Ms. Suyamti.

"Sir Zio and Ms Shanum?" ask Pearl.

"I'm sorry Tiara, they can't attend, because today, Shanum is in the hospital with Zio."

"I mean mother?" ask Pearl.

"Shanum gave birth today."

"MaasyaaAllah. congratulations yes ma'am. finally launching also the desired baby Dedek." said Pearl was also happy.

Bu Suyamti smiled, though,

"Aamiin, I hope you will also soon follow ya son" said Ms. Suyamti.

"Aamiinu. Thank you for your prayers, ma'am." said Pearl sincerely, and glanced at her husband. It turned out that Dzen had been watching them since.

"We took a photo together first, ma'am." Pinta Mutiara.

They took pictures together. With his mesraya Dzen took Pearl. After Bu Suyamti and Nilam left, Dzen who had heard the Pearl conversation with Bu Suyamti whispered in Dzen's ear.

"Dear."

"Hm?"

"Are you ready to follow Shanum? Make a baby?" ask Dzen. Instantly the face of the Pearl blushed, enduring the embarrassment.

Dzen's left hand tightly grasped Pearl's right hand, fixedly staring forward. Invitation guests are still many who wiri wara, and ask to take a photo with them.

"Honey." whispered Dzen again.

"Hm?"

"Love You."

"Too." replied the Pearl while looking down embarrassed.

After the event was over, the invited guests had gone home, Mutiara and Dzen entered the room to change clothes, and performed Dzuhur prayer.

Arriving in the bridal room, Pearl immediately sat in the front seat of the mirror, to remove the entire ever knick on her head, before she prayed.

"Do you need help, baby?" bargain Dzen who was already standing behind the Pearl. The reflection of their faces clearly looked happy in the mirror, the Pearls looked at Dzen, and Dzen stared at the Pearls from the mirror reflection gently.

"Ehm..."

"By helping the book yes, surely you have difficulty removing the hijab" said Dzen who already holds the Pearl hijab, and slowly, Dzen opened one by one pin and in the Pearl hijab, which is not the case, and opening the Pearl hijab. Pearl just stared at Dzen in amazement, because she was so nervous she was treated like that.

As Pearl's hair appeared, Dzen slowly removed his wife's ponytail. And there was the long hair of the Pearl, which was black and straight.

"MaasyaaAllah, you are so beautiful my dear "rich Dzen, as he drew his face closer, was about to kiss the Pearl's forehead.

"We wudlu first yes mas. The prayer time is running out" said Mutiara gently.

"Ah. yes dear." replied Dzen pulled his face, then he was walking to the toilet first to take water wudlu with a happy smile. While Pearl who was still sitting in the mirror seat, also tried to neutralize his heart that had previously had a concert.