
After that impromptu proposal event. Two Weeks later. Jani and Aydan's wedding ceremony agreed on the title.
At Jihan's house. It seems that the tents have been installed, sown with colorful flower bonds in each pole.
Hanging with a white cloth, the sacred mark of the wedding that will take place soon today.
From the entrance to the carpet, the red carpet is spread. While guest chairs lined up.
The house was completely conjured up nicely, like a palace that would be the dwelling place of kings and queens.
One table is provided, complete with several chairs. The place where the sacred event will take place, the sacred promise of Aydan before God.
In room.
Jani has finished, beautiful face with makeup polish. While his body was wrapped in white kebaya, complete with hijab on his head.
All that makes the aura in Jani really more visible. The arch of the perfect smile, like it would never run out, continued to be etched on the lips of the girl.
The sound of knocking on the door, Jani turned his head, seen Jihan and Anja who were wearing matching clothes approaching him with a fluffy smile.
Looks like the groom's family has arrived. And he'll be picked up to take out.
"God, beautiful mother's son." Praise Jihan to her daughter.
Today the girl looks different. It was as if there was an unusual light. Makes Jani look more beautiful and charming.
The red hue was clearly visible, being praised like it made Jani blush even more.
"Mom can, Jani is ashamed to know." Reply with a shy smile.
"Dih, put on a bashful show all. Commonly timid as well." Cibir Anja, who immediately got a taboo from his sister.
"Have, already." Jihan broke up, a habit that the two of them would never get along.
But if far away says it misses. These twins look strange, but believe me they actually love each other.
"Son, Aydan is already waiting in front with his two extended families. Come on." Take Jihan while holding the child's hand, hands that feel cold.
However, Jani instead shook his head, he looked at Jihan and Anja alternately. Both are compact to smile, a sign of happiness.
Somehow, by looking at that Jani even wanted to cry, as if the farewell was in sight.
Her tears were shed, as the mother fondly hugged her shoulder. "Mother's son why are you crying?" Jihan asked gently, looking at the princess from the reflection of the glass in front of them.
Asked like that, instead of stopping, Jani's crying even more. Anja gives a box of tissue to Jani's lap.
"Don't cry, your makeup will wear off." Anja reminded, then helped her twin wipe the remnants of tears slowly.
Undeniably, Anja was holding it. It's just, he's holding him back from spilling.
He was sure if he was crying. Jani won't stop crying either.
"Mom, if you get married, you have to follow your husband, Mom? Why didn't Aydan come here later." Jani asked, a little bit as much as she wanted, with her eyes still puffing.
Hearing that, Jihan just gave a smile. Understand the concerns of the child who will start away from his side.
Slowly, Jihan lowered her head, giving her best smile as well as her shady gaze.
"Son, Aydan will be your priest. Wherever he goes, you have to follow him. But remember, at any time, the door of this house will always be open for you. As long as Aydan gives you permission, come." Bright Jihan at length.
The middle-aged woman rubbed the shoulders of the child who had gone up and down. Then he looked at Anja, who was glazed over.
Finally, their cries broke. Growing up together, over the years, actually made this breakup feel heavy.
Same with Anja and Jani. Jihan's tears are hard, but this is a form of happiness, not sadness that must be mourned.
They feel like they are in a position like this for a long time. Finally Jihan broke up, everyone outside must have been waiting for them.
"Mom get her make-up man again yeah. That's where we're out." Said Jihan, stroking Anja and Jani's heads alternately.
Then it breezed out, leaving the two twins.
Anja hugged Jani back tightly, after her mother left, she even more so. "You go, who I fight with, who I invite me to make exclamations."
"There's Brother Zayn." Reply Jani did not lose as much as he pleased.
"Where would Brother Zayn fight pillows with me, there I even in the same bag with him." Anja Whine. "How am I going with you? I live like your husband." He rubbed his wet nose.
Plaque!
"Don't ngaco, again sad too. Even kidding." Reply Jani ketus with a trembling voice.
And that question Jani didn't answer. Because Jihan is coming in with Mua's team who will fix the makeup on Jani's face.
Finally Anja pulled away, hugging the mother who was beside her, while occasionally wiping the tip of her eyes.
Not long after, the makeup on Jani's face looks perfect again. By smiling at each other.
Anja and Jihan flank Jani to get out, meet everyone.
Instantly the atmosphere boisterous, when the bride out of there. Walking with a million charms that make Aydan's eyes unable to blink, looking at the beautiful creature, which soon legitimate to be his wife.
Jani had already successfully sat down beside Aydan, glancing at each other at a glance, making the smiles on both lips fluff up.
"Acieees.." Suddenly everyone.
The worse these two brides, to the point that nervousness again greeted Aydan.
The man repeatedly exhaled, trying to calm down.
While the MC is back to voice, opening a sacred event, the sacred bond of marriage promise between Jani and Aydan.
After the muqodimah and the recitation of the holy verses of the Qur'an.
Arick shook Aydan's hand. The man loudly handed over the princess, making the relationship between Jani and Aydan halal.
Aydan, saying kabul ijab out loud and one breath.
Even Sah said, immediately blaring filled the event.
Validly!
Alhamdulillahot.
The echoes of thanksgiving were immediately spoken by everyone.
Except one, Alana. The pregnant woman was actually squealing in pain while holding her large stomach.
The age of the womb that has entered nine months, making it wander around the day of birth.
Until it seems, right today, the baby is already impatient to get out.
Everyone was panicking and excited, especially the Altar who had been holding the wife's body almost dazed. Given the age of Alana who is fairly young to get pregnant, make all family members a little bit slumpy.
"Mother Kiran, how is this, Mom?" Altar asked in panic, even the sweat on her forehead pouring out profusely. I couldn't bear to see Alana in pain.
"Darling, what's it like to hurt so much?" Kiran asked, and was able to be answered a nod by Alana.
"Mas, Altar. Looks like Alana's about to give birth." Kiran's words made everyone widen their eyes.
And Jihan justifies that. "She looks like she's been contracting. We better get him to the hospital."
And everyone agreed. Without waiting any more time, all the family members and besan took Alana to the hospital.
No exception to the newly officially married couple. Using a kebaya complete with makeup, Jani and Aydan come to see Alana.
Arriving there, Alana was immediately taken to the delivery room.
While Jani who had a little trouble was left behind with Aydan. Her heavy clothes and makeup made her unable to walk fast.
Until finally, without cue, Aydan carried his bride. The surprised Jani reflexively held his hand around Aydan's neck.
The two of their neutrals met again, then similarly smiled shyly. Ah, beautiful newlyweds.
Everyone is waiting outside. Only the Altar and Kiran who accompanied Alana fought inside there.
Murat was anxious and unsettled, clearly drawn. However, they all prayed together in their hearts, for the safety of Alana and her baby.
Not long after. The sound of a broken baby, squealing the ears.
Alhamdulillahot.
As regardless of the burden, everyone compactly said the word gratitude. Even Agung to prostrate on the floor, on the birth of his first grandchild.
She remembered very well, Widya wanted the presence of the tiny baby, and she was very happy. Finally the wife's goal was achieved.
While in there. The altar did not stop peeling his wife's entire face. He was happy that finally the wife was able to bring their little daughter born into the world.
A very beautiful princess, whom they named princess Selina.