Bestfriend ‘Til Jannah
Finally Marriage

"Brother of Zhorif Son of Maulana ibn Hasan Abiroma. I marry you and I treat you to my biological daughter, Zharania Kesuma with a mascarine 400 grams of precious metals, paid for in cash."

Zhorif looked at Burhan with confidence, before accepting his father-in-law's hand-to-hand position firmly.

"I accepted his marriage and his marriage, Zharania Kesuma bint Burhan Kesuma with the mascawin, cash."

"Well?!"

"Well!"

Witnesses, brides, and elders compactly say the word thank God as a form of thanksgiving. Zhorif gave up his hand to be let down by Zhara who had been sitting restlessly on her stool. Zhara looked at the hand of the man who had now become her husband with question marks.

"Dicium, son," orders Burhan to know that his daughter is confused.

Zhara raised one of her eyebrows uncertain, she looked up to look at Zhorif who nodded in agreement with the words of her father-in-law. However, what was done by Zhara later even made the people there almost have a heart attack. Instead of kissing the back of Zhorif's hand, the girl kissed my cheek instead.

"Your son is really amazing, Na!"

Ranti patted her hands excited to see the action that was worth laughing, while Erna instead grimaced with embarrassment about her daughter's behavior.

"Mas, the lipstick is sticking. Why do you have to kiss in front of people? Why not just go away?" Zhara's innocent whisper to Zhorif who was still somewhat shocked at the treatment of his little wife. Zhorif remained silent as Zhara's fingers tried to remove the reddish marks that had stuck to her cheeks.

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"Well! Congratulations, Rif! Great also lo, can dapet as young as this. Salute me!"

The greeting has arrived. There were so many unacquainted guests that Zhara arrived, giving her a salute while introducing herself. Zhara was grimacing to see that there were still about 50 more people who went up to the stage to shake hands with her and Zhorif, even though her legs now felt like they wanted to break so badly.

"Racid?"

Zhara turned her head towards Zhorif who had been looking at her. The girl then nodded her head honestly. Unexpectedly, Zhorif took off the suit he was wearing and attached it to Zhara's shoulder.

"I told you to find a polite dress. You get karma again because of fighting." For the first time Zhara was advised by Zhorif. However, for some reason, he did not feel ordinary, he felt very happy to get a reprimand from that figure, much different from when he was reprimanded by Pak Warto or his parents.

"YRARINAA!!!"

Zhorif grimaced while covering both ears with his palms as Aufa screamed loudly while hugging his wife tightly to almost make Zhara fall on the chair.

"Gue can't believe it! Really a wedding! Marry it! Marry, Ra!" Aufa shook Zhara's shoulders so enthusiastically, ignoring Farel's figure who could only shake his head, feeling unwell with Zhorif.

After smashing Zhara's makeup, Aufa turned to Zhorif's recollection, causing Zhara's disgrace without hesitation to make Zhara want to hit her on the head if Farel did not distract her at the time.

"Ra, you've got everything ready, haven't you?" The mangosteen Zhara with a raised thumb responded to Farel's mysterious whispers. Farel then muttered and patted Zhara on the shoulder. "Good luck, if that's it."

"Sister, our love spout is funny, yes! If I could ask, his brain wouldn't be like him!" Oceh Aufa unreservedly pointed at Zhara who opened her eyes in confusion.

Zhorif was forced to nod his head because he did not want the nonsense to be a long affair.

"Ehhc ... Mas?"

Travelling the two Zhara companions from there, Zhorif gasped in shock when his hand was touched by Zhara. However, upon realizing that they had been legitimate, Zhorif neutralized his expression.

"Why?"

Zhorif froze, trying to digest his wife's overly innocent remarks.

"Mass?" Zhara shook Zhorif's arm to stop the man from daydreaming.

"We'll talk about that later, yeah. Not here." Now it was Zhara's turn to freeze because Zhorif used such a soft tone on her, plus the man's hand was now at the top of her head, moving to stroke her hard hair due to hairspray.

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"No need to stop, Ma. Zhara and I went straight back to the apartment."

Ranti breathed a sigh of rage. "Oh my goodness, Rif. Your stuff was brought hard Mama here. Why, why not stay at the hotel? Kan, same thing..."

Zhorif took his breath. Now, the ballroom that had been crowded was only filled by six people, namely Zhorif, Zhara, and their two parents respectively. Zhorif glanced at Zhara who looked exhausted while grimacing her leg which was painful as a result of standing using higheels for too long.

"Jaudah," broke up Zhorif who felt unbearable to Zhara. Zhorif asked for an access card from his father, then said goodbye to his parents-in-law for a moment before helping Zhara stand up, ushering her into their room together.

After arriving and entering their rooms. Zhorif removed his suit carefully before helping Zhara to release her higheels. "Your legs are blisters" she said, looking up at Zhara who was silent because she was fascinated by her husband's good looks. "I'm taking medicine after you take a shower, huh?" Zhara was bearded before her eyes were drawn to a ribbed box placed on the table.

"Who are you from, my mother?" ask Zhara curiously. However, Zhorif shrugged his shoulders, not knowing. In the end, Zhara decided to open the small box and upon seeing the contents, she hurriedly closed it back down.

It certainly caught Zhorif's attention. "What's it say?" However, instead of answering, Zhara hugged the box tightly while shaking her head. "Here, I want to see" she asked.

Unlike usual, Zhara refused Zhorif's request and instead hid the object behind her back. "Will not take a shower?" tanyanya tried to distract.

"You, but after looking at the contents of the box," Zhorif insisted.

Feeling very curious, Zhorif tried to reach the box from Zhara by force. However, Zhara instead strengthened her grip to make Zhorif's body lose balance and fall right on top of Zhara's body that was lying down due to being pushed.

"Yes..."

Zhara blinked her eyes as her nose and Zhorif touched each other. Zhorif hurriedly distanced himself and picked up the box before opening it in one fell swoop.

Apparently, the box contained a leopard-patterned lingerie and lingerie. That suddenly made Zhorif turn his head towards Zhara, who shook in panic, explaining that it was not his idea. Zhorif then grabbed an envelope of mail placed inside.

*Dear My Bestfriend,

I offer this sacred thing only to you. May your first night walk with tokcerrr...

We send a lot of ponakan, yes, so ntar can viral macem Halilintar Family*.

*Don't forget the same seductive formula we taught you to elo.

Ravrrr!!!

Hehehe...

^^^-Aufa Solimi and Farel Berdosah*-^^

"You can tell me what this means?"

Zhara got up from her seat and ran away by going into the bathroom, completely embarrassed by the actions of her friends.