A Piece of Asa In A Taste
End of Story (Ciara Maharani)

"I accept Melani Devi Lestari Binti Suwardi's marriage with a dowry of five grams of gold paid in cash." Arron's voice sounded loud when saying kabul ijab, although it was nervous and made a mistake.

"How is the Witness, legitimate?"

"Well!" answer the witnesses in unison.

After hearing the 'legitimate' remarks from the witnesses, Arron grabbed Melani's head, and held her crown.

"Allahumma inni as 'aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltahaa 'alaih. Wa a'udzubika min syarrihaa wa syarrimaa jabaltaha 'alaih." After she finished saying the prayer, Arron kissed Melani softly on her forehead, thankful that God had sent her the angel of heaven.

Melani smiled widely, today is the most beautiful day of her life. From this moment on, he had perfected half of his religion. It will do a long service with the man who occupies all the space in the heart. Melani grabs Arron's hand and kisses her devoutly, in her heart she promises to always maintain her dignity as a wife.

After reciting prayers and prayers, Arron and Melani ask for blessing to both parents. Mr. Suwardi and Mr. Ratmi embraced them, while giving advice and advice for household supplies.

After they finished asking for blessing, they greeted relatives who were present there. In a white kebaya and bright chocolate bar, Melani looks beautiful and charming.

"Congratulations Mel, I'm so happy with your marriage, now we're brothers." Bylla hugged Melani tightly, as fragrant as jasmine slashed sharply in her nose.

"Thank you, Ma'am. I'm also happy, our relationship can be this good. Sorry yes, I used to hate Ma'am," said Melani.

"I should be the one apologizing, I came without your permission and made you hurt. Because of me, you have to give up your hope" said Bylla.

"I was wrong Ma'am, from the beginning Bang Ghani never responded to my feelings, but. But from there too I can get close to Mas Arron, and finally I really fell in love with him" Melani said with a crisp laugh.

"Destiny is beautiful, destiny is never wrong, I believe it." Bylla let go of her embrace, and looked at Melani with a big smile.

"I also believe Ma'am, and I seem to remember whose words they were, too" Melani said. The tail of his eyes glanced to the side, towards Ghani who was conversing with Arron.

Bylla glanced at him, and then the two of them laughed together.

At that time, Ghani was giving congratulations to Arron, as well as giving a little advice. Arron was considered like his own brother, so Ghani dared to look up to him.

"I'm glad your choice fell on Melani, I know she's a good and noble girl. Arron, love your wife and never hurt her. Although the paradise is on your riddhom, but you're not entitled to it arbitrarily. Glorify him, love him, he is willing to leave his family to live with you, he is willing to number his two deeds to parents, for the sake of filial piety to you. The blessings and mercy of Allah will never be cut off, as long as you love your wife, and treat her with dignity. If he is guilty, advise in a subtle way, there is no need to yell let alone hit. She risked her life to give birth to your flesh and blood, remember that, Arron!" ghani said at length.

"I understand, Bang, I promise I will always love her and not hurt her. Thanks for the advice all along. Thanks to Bang Ghani I can be like now, have personality and have a future. Thank you, Bang!" Arron hugged Ghani tightly. He was so grateful to be reunited with a man as good as Ghani. Without his help, ahh somehow his fate used to be.

A few seconds later, the screams of the children spread among them. Bayu, Ian, Doni, Sandi, Albi, Raffi, and Alina, they alternately embraced Arron and Melani. They're very happy.

Joking and laughter continued to echo until nightfall. The guests began to attend one by one. Arron and Melani greeted with great joy. Although the wedding party was not held in a big way, but Arron and Melani felt amazingly happy. Now that there are no more barriers to having each other, they will continue to cultivate love and love in a sacred bond.

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Seven months later.

In the middle of a quiet and quiet night, Bylla groaned in pain. He felt severe pain in his lower abdomen. On top of the gurney she cried while holding the hand of her husband, occasionally mentioning the name of God, hoping that the pain could be lessened.

According to the doctor who handled it, the baby will be born about an hour ahead. He suggested that Bylla stop crying, his energy remains maximum when straining later.

But the pain was excruciating. Bylla could not hold back her tears, she continued to hold Ghani's hand tightly while pointing clear circles.

"Mas, sick! Sick, Mas," cried Bylla to the umpteenth time.

"Prophey, honey. You can, you must be strong. I'm always here to accompany you, honey." Ghani kissed Bylla's forehead while rubbing her head covered in a headscarf.

Ghani tried to look calm, though actually very worried. Surely she could not bear to see Bylla in pain, but what she could do, it was her nature as a woman. Ghani can only pray and continue to support him.

"Mama, it hurts Ma," said Bylla, complaining to her mother.

"Patience, son, you can do it. Mama's here, Mama's not leaving you, son," Ella said with teary eyes. She knows how painful it is to give birth. He was in a position like that, and he still remembers what it was like.

"Ahh .. pain .. pain ... pain .. this is very sick." Bylla continued to moan, I don't know how many tears she had shed.

An hour later, the doctor asked them to come out. It's time for Bylla to push. The doctor told them to help him with prayer.

Outside the room, the whole family was pacing back and forth here and there. They waited with anxiety and anxiety. Each offered a prayer in his heart, while sharpening

hearing, waiting for the sound of baby crying.

"Alhamdulillah Pa, my son has been born" said Ghani with excitement.

"Yes, I hope they're both healthy. I can't wait to see my children" replied Kairi.

"They must be healthy, Mommy. Bylla's a strong woman, I'm sure she can get through all this" Ella said.

"Yes, honey, you're right. Bylla can do it" Kairi replied.

"I agree with Mom and Dad too. Honey, Ma cherie, you're an amazing woman, you can definitely," Ghani said.

About an hour later, the door of the room opened, a doctor stood there smiling.

"Doctor, how's my wife doing?" ask Ghani without further ado.

"Alhamdulillah, the delivery went well. Congratulations, sir, you are now a father. Mrs Bylla and the baby are in good health, Mother and Father can visit him in turn, yes," explained the Doctor.

"I ... Can I see it, Doctor?" ask Ghani.

"Please, sir, all of you are in-adzani, yes." The doctor smiled broadly.

"Okay Doctor, then I'll wudhu' first." Ghani ran towards the bathroom. He took ablution' and rushed back to the delivery room.

"Ma, Pa, I was, yes," Ghani said before entering the room.

"Yes, son." Kairi smiled as she nodded.

Ghani went into the delivery room with a fast-paced heart. Haru, happy, and I don't know what other feelings are tempestuous in his mind. Ghani no longer knows how to thank Bylla. His wife risked her life for the blood of her flesh.

"Papa."

The sound of Bylla flowing melodiously made Ghani look at him for a moment. The man immediately approached his wife's son. Happiness could no longer be expressed by description, seeing Bylla sitting in bed holding a baby, ahh for what this was the best sight she had ever seen.

"Ma cherie, this is .. This is our son." Ghani shed tears. He was too happy to see the tiny figure that was very beautiful. Her hair is thick, wavy and tanned. Her eyes were slightly open, displaying a clear blue bead, just like her mother's.

"Yes, this is our son, Ciara Maharani. Let's carry her, I give her the adhan and the iqomah" said Bylla with teary eyes.

Pain and pain that whack all over her body, paid off with the presence of a small figure that became a form of love with her husband.

Ghani leaned over and grabbed the small body in his arms, slowly and carefully carrying the baby in his arms.

Ciara Maharani, the name they had agreed on since long ago. Ciara means light and clean, while Maharani means 'a queen'.

After saying basmallah, Ghani echoed the adhan in his right ear, which was then followed by the iqomah in his left ear. After carrying out his duties, Ghani looked at Ciara's beautiful face with a look of amazement. He was really fascinated by the wonderful creation of God.

"Ara, welcome, son. Papa is really happy today." Ghani stroked her son's soft cheeks. Then he sat down next to Bylla, and rubbed the sweat that soaked his wife's forehead.

"Thank you, honey. Thank you for fighting for him." Ghani grabbed Bylla's head, and kissed her forehead long enough.

"That's my duty, Mas. I'm happy to have brought him into this world, and I hope it's not the last. In the future I still want to be in this position" said Bylla.

"You still want to have another child?" ask Ghani.

"of course. I want more than one child to call me Mother. Although it was indeed painful, but all that could be ignored after staring at her stunningly tiny face. Mas, you still want to, don't you, entrust this task to me?" bylla Goda.

"What are you talking about, honey, of course you are. You are the only woman who can give birth to my child. I love you so much, dear." Ghani rubbed Bylla's cheeks gently.

"I love you too, Mom" replied Bylla.

Then the two exchanged a quick glance, then each looked at the tiny baby in Ghani's lap.

The unrelenting of their lips smiled, today was the height of happiness in their romance story.

EXPIRE