AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 137. MINE

Groom candidates climb the front steps one by one. Stop for a moment when Rosalie handed the scarf from the strand of jasmine flowers to Abah to be sidelined to Amir's left shoulder. After that, the accompaniment began to enter the voye room which is connected without a partition to the living room and will be used for marriage contracts.

The Hermana family, invited the representative of the Indonesian Ambassador who was his sidekick. He also invited religious leaders from the Islamic centre, which is close to his residence.

Rosalie was amazed by the Amir family. All of them naturally radiant face both men and women, also no less polite with Amir. Moreover, Naya, who she knew when she kissed her hand when they were about to shake hands.

"Naya Nyonya, Sister Amir .. This is my husband and daughter .. and this is eldest brother, wife, child ... This flirtatious one, Gamal and Alma, our cousins ... also, no less beautiful, Umma Aiswa's birth mother and Mama Anggi Kak Amir's father-in-law when he married Mba Aruni," it was obviously at length before they parted places because the room for women was separated inside.

"Mom, Naya ... Mama's just yeah," his trunk on ayu's face, exactly Amir in the female version.

They then sat down according to the place that Rosalie had arranged. Himself side by side with Umma and Anggita, the three of them linked and tightly grasped fingers.

"He's the daughter-in-law of all of us," said Umma, who is a member of Anggita and Rosalie.

Dewiq chose to accompany Aiswa in the room. Since then, the girl just silently looked down at the window of the room, occasionally sounding a subtle hunch. Not a word came out of the lips of the two, Dewiq was busy with his thoughts about Hasbi who began to enter a lawsuit. He was furious, but was detained because today is a sacred time for his adopted sister.

While Aiswa neutralizes the restlessness while unceasingly saying Istighfar and gratitude in her heart, how happy she is.

The guest room.

Officers for the recording and publishing of evidence of married people in this country are examining documents, signatures of witnesses of the bride and groom, because this letter will be brought by Amir to register with civil records in Indonesia. After full confirmation, the event resumed.

The sermon was delivered by the deputy embassy and the prayer khutbatul hajah (prayer before the agreement) was led by Abyan. Then the religious leaders there invited Yai Hariri salim, the direct guardian of Aiswa who will marry them. He shook Amir's hand to begin the process of kabul ijab.

"Ready Mir?"

"God, God willing," Amir took a deep breath, muffling his rumbling chest.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim.." both omit when the two fingers intertwine.

"Ya Amirzain Zaidi bin Ahmad Zaid sanusi, Uzawwijuka ‘ala Ma Amara Allahu bihi min Imsakun bi Ma’rufin aw Tasrihun bi Ihsan.”

"Ankahtuka wa zawwajtuka makhtubataka Aiswa Fajri bintu Hariri salim bil mahri alfu yuru, haalan."

(one thousand euros about 16 million)

"Qabiltu nikahaha wa tazwijaha alal mahril madzkur wa radhiitu bihi, haalan."

Escape was already a burden a few minutes ago after the witnesses declared the kabul ijab that Amir spoke valid.

Abah patted his son on the shoulder slowly, raising his hand as the imam of the Islamic centre recited prayers after the agreement.

Allahumma inni as aluka khoyrohaa wa khoyro maa jabaltahaa. Wa a'udzubika min syarri haa wa min syarri maa jabaltahaa.

"Meet Aiswa in Nak's room, just go up, the door is lilac color," Hermana Arya told Amir, shortly after the prayer.

"Give him his dowry and put this on him" Abah continued, handing him the dowry box and the diamond bracelet.

Amir then rose up following the orders of the two to go inside.

"In the company of Naya, yes, we wait downstairs," said Rosalie looking at Amir who was now standing in front of her with teary eyes.

Naya entrusts Maira to Qonita who sits next to her and then rises with her brother up dozens of steps to the room Aiswa.

Geck. Geck.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Naya slowly.

"Wa'alaikumussaalam," answered a voice from within. Dewiq turned the door handle slowly, opening it slightly as Naya was seen from behind the door.

"I'm Naya Ka Amir's sister, he wants to see his wife" said Naya kindly with a smile and nudged her brother's arm which looked nervous.

"Please." he answered, opening the door and leaving from there, joining Naya side by side.

"Silent Nduk, very reve, sana gih .. disturb aja, later we go down again," replied Amir blushed.

"Don't you, brother, be patient .. lest I turn back again to the door, because the time goes down," he laughed at Dewiq.

"Ish, sana gih.." he threw it at his ignorant sister Naya.

Dewiq pulls Naya away from there, the two descend to join the guests on the ground floor.

After the departure of Naya and Dewiq, Amir slowly entered the room and closed the door slowly. Approaching Aiswa who was standing staring at the window with a curtain waving in the night breeze of London.

"Darling.." call her soft.

Aiswa turned his head, turned around and immediately scattered in Amir's arms. The sturdy body hugged his wife tightly, smelling her head while chanting prayers of kindness to her.

"Alhamdulillah .. now you are rightfully mine," he whispered softly in Aiswa's ear, sticking his face on his wife's shoulder.

"Bii," he answered softly because of the sobbing in Amir's arms.

"Like a pair of shoes, both but still one. For one will be of no use .. firm in keeping one another always close to God, remind me if I'm wrong baby ... Aiswa Fajri," he rubbed slowly on Aiswa's head.

"Laa uriedu siwa an akuuna syaian jamielan fii hayatika yarsumu a’laa syafataika al ibtisamah kullamaa khotortu alaa baalika."

(I want nothing but to be something beautiful in your life that can paint a smile on your lips when you remember me.)

"Uhibbuki fii kulli lahdzotin tamururu fii baya .. ya habibie qolbie, adkuruka aynamaa nazart anta haiiaatii." (I love you all the time in my life .. Wherever I look, I remember your love.)

Amir smiled happily, closed his eyes for a moment and tightened their embrace.

A few moments in silence, the man who had just let go of his youth and then broke their embrace. He invited her to sit on the side of the bed.

"Dipake, don't miss it. .. And this is your right, use it as you want...." He handed over the dowry and put the bracelet on Aiswa's left hand.

"Beautiful Bii," he said, looking at the sparkling diamond strands.

"Kayak make, very pretty anyway...." Amir stroked Aiswa's face, erasing the trail of clear feathers there.

The one who was stared at instead lowered his face in shame, his cheeks met with a hue making Amir anxious himself as his fingers lifted Aiswa's face.

"Bismillah, c-up," slowly pressed her lips against Aiswa's, smacking her slowly and gently.

"Love you dear Eini Rohi Habibati" he said after removing their bagu-tan.

"Love you too yes Albi Habibi Qolbi," Aiswa momentarily looked at her husband's handsome face and kissed Amir's hand as a sign of respect for him.

"Down yuk, we haven't hungkeman," Amir asked Aiswa, linking back the fingers, pulling him out of the room slowly.

"Alhamdullilah go down too, I wanted to suck up again," said Naya when she saw the two down.

Aiswa just smiled in response to Naya's chattering. And he was stunned, looking at the missed figure with a sad look.

"Umma," she said.

"Go hug dear Umma," Amir let go of their fingers link, grabbed the girl's waist and pushed slowly towards Umma who had also stood up to open her arms to greet Aiswa.

"Here dear, Umma kangen Aish," said Umma stammered with tears.

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