Brother, I Love You
228. Borrowing its own bitterness

"Assalmu aleikum !"

"Greetings Walaikum!, Mama's son has come home !." Mama Bunga stepped her feet towards Bilal who had just entered the house.

Bilal immediately touched the hand of the woman who gave birth to him, then kissed the tip of his head."How's Ma doing?, where's Papa ?."

"Alhamdulillah dear ! Your father is in the back garden with his grandson's grandson" replied Mama Bunga, replying to a kiss on Bilal's forehead.

"Papa's granddaughter really sucks. They keep making me jealous" Bilal said.

Even though he was a wise preacher out there. In front of his parents he is still a child who needs the attention and affection of his parents.

Mama Bunga clucked," When did you give Mama and Papa son-in-law ?. We also want to take a granddaughter from you." asked Mama Bunga walking towards the sofa, followed Bilal and directly lay her body, putting her head on the lap of the universal queen.

Mama Bunga immediately rubbed her son's head. Seemed once his son's face was tired, because the flight hours were quite dense.

"What if Mama finds a wife for Bilal ?" bilal's Plan.

It looks like Bilal still has a trauma of being rejected if he proposes to a girl himself. Bilal thought, handing it over to his parents.

"Why ?" ask Mama Bunga.

"Parents know what's best for their children!" bilal closed his eyes and enjoyed Mama Bunga's hand rubbing her head.

Mama Bunga sharpened her gaze to Bilal's face, watching Bilal's face deeper.

Is Bilal still afraid of being disappointed with his proposal that his Uncle Hani rejected first ?. Inner Mama Flowers.

"Alright!, but promise you can not refuse, what kind of choice Mama later" said Mama Bunga.

"Bilal sure Mama must have chosen a good woman both for Bilal, and certainly beautiful !" bilal smiled back.

"Didn't any of your worshippers have a crush on you ?" ask Mama Bunga. His son was very handsome, yes?, no woman likes him?, thought Mama Bunga.

"That fancies a lot Ma !" Bilal's growing his smile." Bilal's sense of a mate's choice of parents is the best" continued Bilal." The affair is easier because both sides of the family have certainly blessed it. If later Bilal's choice, not necessarily suitable according to Mama Sama Papa"timpal Bilal again.

"All right ! later Mama will talk to your Papa" said Mama Bunga.

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In a large mosque, it looks very rame in full of people wearing all-white clothes. Inside were two large families sitting around a handsome man dressed as a bride.

Mama Papa Arya and Mama Bunga rubbed Bilal's shoulder as she led Bilal to sit on a prayer mat opposite a middle-aged lung man. Bilal also sighed to eliminate his nervousness.Kilat camera continued to photograph his handsome face. And not a few journalists and reporters from private television media came to cover the event of his wedding anniversary in a life broadcast on television. So that makes people curious about what kind of woman is lucky to get the heart of a handsome young ustdaz whose name again soared it. People think that woman must be beautiful and also beautiful.

Yes ! today is the day of Bilal's marriage to a woman of his choice. Bilal immediately accepted the woman, because according to Bilal it was the best for him.

After a little chat between Bilal, the pengulu and the parents of his future wife. Ijab kabul will begin. The old man sitting in front of Bilal extended his hand to Bilal. Bilal immediately welcomed him.

"Billal ! I marry you to my daughter Aqeela Askana Andreana with a expensive set of prayer tools and 24 grams of gold in paid cash !"

"I accept the marriage of Aqeela Askana Andreana with the dowry in cash !" reply Bilal out loud, just take a breath.

"How are the witnesses ? legitimate ?" ask the pengghulu who led the event of the kabul ijab.

"Well....!!!!!!!" the roar of everyone who was watching inside the mosque.

"Alhamdulillah !" say all the families.

"Snack of Flowers ! now we've become besan !" the cry of the middle-aged woman who sat beside Mama Bunga, and directly hugged Mama Bunga's body tightly.

"Yes my dear sister !" Mama Bunga was crying too.

"I'm sure Papa and Mama must be happy brother !. Because our children will continue our brotherly relationship" isak the woman named Sofia. Because both of their parents are now gone, Mama Indah and Pak Fariq.

"Don't say that, even if our children are not married. We remain brothers. Our children also know that, if they are cousins. They're sisters" replied Mama Bunga.

The room suddenly sounded boisterous, seeing a beautiful woman dressed as a Muslim bride, walking on a red carpet carrying flowers in her hands, in the lead of two women with maternal faces, who were, the two women were Queen and Sirin. Although they are male-party families, but they can also be said to be female-party families, because they are all family.

Directly the cameras of the news seekers lead to the bride walking with a little down in shame.

Bilal who saw it immediately stood up to greet his bride. Bilal smiled to see the beautiful face of his wife who was dressed with a make not too thick and inconspicuous. His wife was his cousin, even though there was no blood relation at all. They have not met for a long time, because they are busy with their education and activities. And after a long time, they did not expect, they would meet in front of the ruler.

"Assalamu akaikun Aqeela my wife !" sapa Bilal smiled and laughed.

"Greetings Bilal my husband !" aqeela smiled back and then closed her mouth.

Then their parents led them to sit down, to continue the prayer.

That day, the news of Ustadz Bilal's wedding immediately became a trending topic. All worshipers who knew Bilal also prayed for Bilal's marriage, so that the peace of warohma.

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Hani who was sitting in front of the television grinned bitterly, seeing Ustadz Bilal get married. Although in the end she can love her husband's life. But Bilal's name was so attached to his heart. The name seems to have been deeply engraved and will not be erased again.

He dreamed of marrying Bilal. The man in his tribe from the shape of a fat body until the man turned sleepy, proportional body.

Now that Hani is lonely, there is no man next to her. Sometimes Hani thinks, why does Destiny play with her feelings ?. He used to love Bilal a lot, but Fate didn't give him a way to live with him.

When he opened his heart to another man, Hidayah. When he can accept his destiny, if you want to be the best man for him. When he loved Hidayah with all his heart, God took him from him. I don't know what's wrong with her?, Hani thinks that she can't seem to fall in love.

Hani's tears just flowed from the corner of his eye. She was very young, but she was already a widow.

God ! if falling in love was a mistake, I would never fall in love again. Inner Hani Removing her tears.

Unknowingly, from earlier Miss Maryam noticed Hani crying watching the wedding of Ustadz Bilal, her own son's best friend, the man who liked her daughter-in-law. What can he do now to make his daughter-in-law happy ?.

Had my son not married her, perhaps Hani would not have been as sad as he is today. Perhaps it was he who was beside Bilal, Astagfirullahal azim!, the mind of Maryam.

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The day goes on

Television media, internet to print media, still continue to proclaim the famous ustadz wedding. They also learned who the real wife of a Bilal Ustadz was. From bio to education and work. And the face of an Aqeela was often highlighted by the camera, her beauty was always praised.

"Ustadz Bilal ! where did Ustadz first meet Ustadz's wife ?" ask a news seeker to Bilal.

Bilal commented on his smile, "He's my cousin, we've met since infancy, and we happen to be the same age. When we were kids we used to play together. It's just because they moved to another city. We have not seen each other for a long time" Bilal replied without taking his hand from Aqeela's finger slit standing next to him.

"Are you married because you're in love with each other or in a parent's match ?" ask the news seeker again.

"I asked my mother to find a wife. And my mother chose it, without thinking I immediately accepted it. And it turns out, my wife did too" replied Bilal.

"Gee ! it looks like Ustadz and wife Ustadz have been similarly in love from childhood" the news seeker commented.

"We are so many cousins, we all love each other. And it is not difficult for us to love each other if tied with a wedding rope" explained Bilal.

"Thank you ustdaz for the time, congratulations Ustadz, hopefully the same until the afterlife" said the news seeker ended his interview.

"The same ! and thank you for your prayers too!" reply Bilal.

The news finder also addressed Ustadz Bilal, then cupped his hands in front of his chest towards the wife of the famous ustadz.

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Days passed, changing weeks and months. The happiness of Bilal and his wife continues to be in the public spotlight like never ending.

Hani, who often watched it, could only shed her tears, envied the happiness that befell the household of the man she had loved, and maybe still loved.

He was forced to accept marriage with Bilal to repay the kindness of the Hidayah family. Assured him that he would be better off marrying Hidayah than Bilal. But who can guarantee it?, and in fact happiness is only a moment, the rest of Hani who bear the bitterness.

If asked, is it by marrying him to Hidayah, the debt of gratitude is paid off ?. The answer is definitely no, because the debt of gratitude will never be paid off with anything.

Hani decided to return to the boarding school. There he can be a teacher. And there he could have many friends, not make him as lonely as he currently lives in his in-laws' house.

"Umi has no right to forbid you if you go back to your family, son !. Because here the son of Umi is no longer there. But Umi asks, don't forget Umi and Abi Nak !. We have no children but you !" ma Maryam hugged Hani.

"Yes Umi!, Hani will often visit here" Hani replied to pity with her two in-laws who had lost their one child. But Hani also needs a new atmosphere, to eliminate his sadness.

After their embrace was released, Hani also came out of the house in-laws. Walking towards her car, the car was her 19th birthday present, from her husband's Hidayah. Hani will take it to the pesantren, because the car is already as a memory for Hani from her husband.

Tops*

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