Behind the Eyes of INDIGO
Marrying

The days Azam lived with pressure from his older brother, they still had disagreements until H-7 from the agreed day for the wedding. Azam finally relented and begged Fauzi to allow his marriage to Alia.

Seeing Azam's sincerity, Fauzi finally collapsed and gave his approval, but he remained in his position not to attend the wedding.

"Had Azam been.. later on also Mas Fauzi will be able to accept it" said Fajri who relentlessly gave encouragement and support to Azam.

*****

The wedding day arrived. Everyone in Alia's house had been busy since morning making preparations to welcome the groom's arrival. Meanwhile Alia was still in her room and was in makeup accompanied by Afi.

At around 1 pm Azam and his family arrived at Alia's house, wearing a black suit and a black peci that was always attached to her head, he was also accompanied by his close friend Amar. Actually Amar still harbors a sense of Alia, but he does not want to compete with his best friend.

Azam is immediately welcome to sit in the chair while waiting for the pengupulu father to come.

Meanwhile, Alia sat in a different room accompanied by Afi and Sita. Alia is seen wearing a white kebaya dress with jasmine flowers that decorate her veil. The makeup on her white face made her aura of beauty more radiated and made the people around her feel pangling.

Moments later, Mr. Penghulu arrived along with his assistant, and the event was soon started.

The event began with sholawat sung by Hadroh group from Azam family boarding school, then continued with the recitation of the holy verse of the Qur'an recited by Husna.

Finally arriving at the core event of ijab kabul, Pak Aji shook Azam's hand and began with a basmalah reading.

Pak Aji deliberately married his own daughter because it was one of the requests from Alia who did not want her marriage to be represented to Mr. Penghulu.

Although he looked nervous, Azam was finally able to say kabul Ijab smoothly until everyone said "Well!".

Afi and Sita immediately led Alia to walk outside and sit beside Azam.

Alia immediately grabbed and kissed the hand of the man who was now legally her husband. Azam smiled as he looked at Alia who looked very beautiful with a dress and a white veil.

After the completion of the kabul ijab event, they took pictures and also stood at the pelaminan to get congratulations and shake hands with the guests.

*****

That night, the newlyweds were in Alia's room which had been decorated in such a way. The two of them sat next to each other quietly without a word.

"Is this really your room?" azam asked who broke the silence between them.

"Yes.I slept in this room since childhood" replied Alia slowly.

Azam continued to look around the room, feeling a very negative energy being in the room they were in now, even the negative aura became stronger as the day was getting more and more night.

Azam slowly approached Alia and tried to grab her right hand. But Alia quickly moved her hand away from Azam.

"Why?" ask Azam.

"Ma.. sorry... I'm in an impediment" said Alia while looking down.

His feelings were mixed, between shame and fear. Previously Alia was a brave child when talking to anyone, but now her face immediately turned to be confused when dealing with Azam.

"I just want to hold my wife's hand, can't I?" azam said while smiling at Alia.

Alia just looked down embarrassed, she just kept quiet and could not answer Azam's words.

"Ragasy... do you know?"

"What?"

"Is that true?" asked Alia who was still looking down.

Azam just smiled then kissed Alia on the forehead. Alia's heart beat faster, she felt so nervous that she even broke out into a sweat.

"If you're tired, you go to sleep first" he said.

Azam then woke up and released the black peci he always wore.

His black hair instantly moved to cover part of his forehead and made Alia's gaze not stop looking at him.

All this time, Alia had never even seen Azam without wearing a peci. So he felt a bit different looking at Azam who was like that.

"It turns out that my husband is quite handsome as well if his hairstyle is like that" Alia said in her heart.

Azam sat in the corner of the room and picked up a book on Alia's small bookshelf, slowly opening the book sheet and focusing on reading.

Meanwhile Alia started to get sleepy and lay her body on the bed, she even fell asleep without having time to remove her veil from exhaustion.

When Alia was completely asleep, Azam put down the book he was holding and looked back at Alia.

He saw very clearly that the night the negative aura got bigger, gathering even around Alia.

Gradually the look on Alia's face began to turn out to be very beautiful, but the beauty was very unusual and the beautiful face was also not the usual face of Alia. Azam continued to sit still while continuing to look at Alia.

"It turns out this is the real you" muttered Azam slowly.

"Laaaa.. la lala..."

The soft singing voice started to be heard slowly by Azam. The voice came from Alia who was nosed even though her eyes were closed.

Azam then rose from his seat and sat down beside Alia, slowly putting his right hand on the head of Alia who was still asleep while nosing.

"She's in an impediment, so it's easy for them to gain control of her body at night!" azam.

Azam still put his hand on Alia's head, and he tried to read her some short letters and blow her into the crown of Alia.

Soon a female figure in a white dress with long black hair was sitting right on top of Alia's sleeping body. The figure of the woman was sitting on the stomach of Alia who was sleeping in a supine position.

Azam and the figure of the woman are now facing and looking at each other. At first the woman's face was very beautiful like the face of Alia who changed earlier, but after a long time looking at Azam, the face turned bad. Both of his eyes seemed to keep getting bigger with their pitch-black color. His mouth continues to mutter singing the java chatter that has been heard by Azam since.

Long enough they clashed telepathically until Azam finally pulled his hand that was stuck on top of Alia's head because it felt hot.

"Astaghfiullah!" Azam immediately looked at his palms that were starting to turn red.

"Hihihihi..."

The figure of the woman began to laugh loudly because she felt victorious from Azam. But it seems only Azam could hear the laughter of the creature because everyone in Alia's house was asleep.

"Who do you think you are! hihihihihi." the figure of the woman continued to laugh mocking Azam.

"Do you think you can get me out of my lineage?"

Azam was silent at the words. The face of the woman's figure had now turned very beautiful again. The figure then turned like smoke and went into Alia's head and disappeared.

Azam looked at Alia's face and accidentally saw some strands of Alia's hair coming out of her veil.

"It turns out I accidentally touched her hair?" muttered Azam slowly.