Assalamualaikum Ukhti
Chapter 35

Day after day has passed, all wedding reception preparations have been 95% completed.

The closer the wedding day was, the more silent he was and often confined to his room. To extend his worship, there is no day without complaining to Allah.

Icha has resigned from her job, at her Papa's request. If Icha is married later, she is not allowed to work.

He does not want to not marry, let alone marry is a worship.

However, he does not know more about Aditya, even just contacting or just asking through Aditya's message never.

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This morning with the rain, Icha woke up. After the dawn prayer he did not sleep. Remembering today is her wedding day and coinciding with her brother's wedding as well.

Geck! Geck!

Hearing the knock of the door, Icha stepped up to open it.

“Icha dear,” call her mother.

“Iya Ma,” sahut Icha soft.

Ms. Sintya entered with a tray containing breakfast for her daughter, she knew that she had not eaten since last night.

“Breakfast first darling,” He said.

Icha nodded, they sat on the sofa that was in her room.

Ms. Sintya fed her daughter painstakingly.

“Ma, brother Anggun has not come?” ask Icha.

Since yesterday she has been waiting for her sister.

“Not yet, darling. Anggun sister seems unable to attend, because she came with her husband out of town.”

Icha looked down sad, because she wanted to be on her happy day all the family gathered. Although this marriage he had to do on the will of the Papa.

“Don't be sad dear. Pray Anggun always healthy,” Said the Mama.

It is not only Icha who is sad, Ms. Sintya is also sad. Moreover, for several weeks his daughter Anggun can not be contacted even he had to go to his house but there was no one there. So, he had to lie to his youngest daughter.

“Iya, Ma.” Icha nodded in understanding.

“Now spend your breakfast, after that you will be self-sufficient. Because ten o'clock will be carried out by marriage contract,” said Bu Sintya.

“iya, Ma.”

Ms. Sintya returned to feed her daughter.

“Princess Mama is now very big huh. It feels like Mama just held you and breastfed. Now you want to get married, and all that feels very fast once passed.”

“Mama,” Icha and hugged the Mama.

Ms. Sintya hugged the princess tightly, repeatedly kissing the head of Icha.

At first he did not agree his daughter married at this time, angry, sad, upset so one.

However, he realizes if this is his own daughter's choice, he tries to accept her as a good parent for his daughter.

“Sayang. If you are married later, do not forget to always visit the house of Mama ya,” said Ms. Sintya with a trembling voice holding back her tears.

Icha nodded, in the arms of the woman who gave birth to her.

While in another room, Dika seemed busy contacting someone. He looked angry because his call had not been raised since.

“Dika,” call her Papa open her room door.

“Iya, Pa.”

“Aready prepared?” ask Papa.

“Already, Pa.”

“Good. After your sister gets ready, we'll go down.”

Dika nodded.

Because they are currently staying at the hotel where they hold a wedding reception.

“Whose contact do you have?” ask Mr. Heri to see Dika who is trying to contact someone.

“Hah? Oh this ... friend Dika Pa,” said Dika.

“Since I contacted him, but not at all. Where the hell is he?” add Dika again.

“Oh. Probably on the way,” added Mr Heri.

“Hopefully,” Sahut sighed softly.

“Let's go down, everyone is ready. But, wait for Papa to go to Papa's daughter's room.”

Dika nodded. Seeing that his father was out of the room, Dika called the number again.

“Where is my daughter? Is he ready?” ask her sir.

Ever since Icha agreed to marry the man of her choice, she has often referred to Icha as her daughter. Very different from the previous one, at this time it is clearly visible emanating an aura of happiness from the face of Mr. Heri.

“That, just finished in makeup.” His wife pointed towards Icha who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Mr. Heri saw Icha sitting with a blank look, dressed in a white dress. At a fantastic price.

“Icha ..” call sir Heri.

Icha looked surprised, seeing her papa voice calling out to her.

“Hah? Papa, when is Papa here?” tanya Icha looked surprised.

“What are you thinking? Until you don't see Papa coming in,” said Mr. Heri dudu beside his daughter.

“No Pa, Icha just nervous.”

Mr. Heri smiled.

“Know if you're nervous. This is the first for you, Papa also used to be so, when you want to marry your Mama,” added Mr. Heri.

“Iya pa,” sahut Icha while smiling forcefully.

“Pa, can Icha hug Papa?” ask Icha.

“Of course dear. Why should I ask permission,” said Mr. Heri directly hugged his daughter.

Ms. Sintya looked at them with a smile, a sight she had been waiting for a long time.

After a long time they hugged, Mr. Heri saw the clock that was coiled on his wrist was already at 9:20. The wedding will be held at 10:00 a.m.

“Let's go down, penghulu is waiting and your future husband has also arrived.”

Icha nodded.

Ms. Sintya approached them, then invited Icha to come down.

They stepped together into the elevator, Icha trying to smile even though not with her heart at the moment.

The wedding ceremony this morning was held alternately on the same day.

Dika first said the Kabul ijab, then alternated with his sister Icha who was married by his own father.

“Sah ...” say witnesses who sit on the left and right.

When breathing a sigh of relief, say it fluently.

Likewise with his parents, after that the woman who had just become his wife was brought by his uncle and aunt to sit beside Dika.

Dika did not blink looking at that wife so beautiful and graceful.

“Ekhem ..” deham sir Candra.

Dika instantly realized.

They recited a prayer, then a signature and lastly Beautiful kissed the hand of the husband.

Icha smiled to see her brother so happy, visible from the faces of both.

“I will do anything for Brother,” murmured Icha in heart.

Now it's Aditya and Icha's turn. However, Icha frowned astonished that not a single family from Aditya's side was present.

Aditya looked nervous, as well as Icha repeatedly sighing.

“You are calm dear,” whispered Ms. Sintya to her daughter.

“I marry and marry Aditya Pratama bin ..”

Not finished Mr. Heri spoke, directly on the sidelines by the woman who had just arrived at the place by holding a child aged about three years.

“This marriage will not be valid. For not asking permission to me as his legal wife!” cut off the woman.

Everyone stared at the source of the voice.

Aditya was still glued to his seat.

“Hei ... Who are you? Came uninvited and ruined my daughter's wedding!” snapped, Heri stared intently at the woman.

“Try asking the man sitting in front of you!” furious at the woman.

“Ask him, who am I? And what is my role in his life?!” he stared hard at Aditya.

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