Don't Call My Name
S2 - Sah Sahah Sahh!
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After all their business was done, the two of them went straight home. They are not allowed to go anywhere again by Vita because they do not want something unwanted to happen to their children. Considering there will be a very important event tomorrow.
“Hey, why are you wearing glasses like this, Mozarela?” Vita asked her daughter. He was unceasingly behaving badly.
“Let's cool, Ma,” the boy replied.
Umar replied, “Don't believe, Ma. Lied him. Again take his eyes.”
Vita smiles. They've been joking around a lot, so Vita doesn't think they mean it.
“Nai to where, Ma? How quiet again?” ask Mauza. “Or have they gone home?”
“Again to the doctor with her husband.”
“Oh ...”
Meanwhile, Umar headed to his room. But he was a bit confused when he went in there. Loh, how is it different? Where's all my stuff?
Even Umar had time to go out for a moment to make sure if he was wrong in the room? But he seems to feel right.
“Ma? This is why my room is so weird?” yup, Umar from up there.
“Mama cleared up earlier, your room smells of cigarettes. Dizziness Mama, Mar. If you want to smoke outside! I don't think there's a place.” Vita was very irritated to face the randomness of his son. “Then your wife will if she stays here, son. Tidy little be a man, do not be slovenly.”
“Kan Umar wants to stay at his home Kak Zara,” replied Umar lightly. “There is always clean, there is already his ART again.”
“What?” pekik Mauza only found out the truth that Umar had asked for a house for his eldest brother. And why did they grant his request so easily?
“When you say? Which house, wey?” Mauza. Want to know why Umar can be given a house for free. Umar, what services do they have? At one time, Umar actually disliked Rayyan because of jealousy.
“Old house, Son. Only temporarily while taking care of the house, not loved. Yes, rather than empty,” replied Vita straightened out so as not to be misunderstood or jealousy in his heart. Because here, Ray looks inclined to one brother. “Entah later want to be paid, or want to be sold to others, they will talk again. After Umar had his money.”
“Oh, Kirain Ma ...” Mauza nodded his head. To dismiss the worry in his heart that was different from the actual facts.
In the room of Umar.
Umar took off his top. He let himself sleep on the bed that was more fragrant than before, bare-chested.
His finger directly scrutinized the message on his phone. One of them is from Alma.
“Tumben nih girl send message. Usually never.”
Umar wanted to contact him first. Just ask or mince words with him to ask things that he thinks are important. Moreover, they will soon become a husband and wife. There was a long road they would cross together, as well as plans they had to talk about.
However, seeing Alma's appearance so closed, making Umar reluctant to approach him first out of fear, Alma did not like his attitude.
Is that the glory of a Muslim woman? What if Alma also wears a veil?
His dignity was so high in the eyes of all men that no one dared to approach him, except through an intermediary. Among them are good and serious men.
“Kok, I feel inferior, yes?” Umar mutters. Realizing she's not as good as Alma. “It should be Alma's kayak girl who got kyai's kalem-kalem son, not me. I'm even more like a bitch, thug, bandit!”
Then Umar read his message.
Umar: Waalaikumsalam. Yep.
“Delivery? Where is there?” the man looked back and forth looking for that thing. “What's still under?”
Aargh! Umar growls. Just stuck on the bed. It's his business if he wants to fall.
With a force, Umar went down the stairs. Letting his unholy body be exposed just like that.
“Ma! Za! Ma'am! Bi! Everything in this house is there a package delivery?”
“What is everyone called?” Mauza, who was sitting in front of the TV in the living room near the stairs, said. And gasp at the sight of udel bolong Umar plastered manifest everywhere. “Ihh, aurora Umar! So good is it!” pillows floated about it.
“Quick find me the package, there was a package from Alma he said,” Umar said.
“Ciyee ... already main send-delivery package only, nih.” Mauza just asked him to joke.
“Quick, Za cariin! Not wearing long!”
“Iya, yes, briefly. Rework people but not patience, maksa again.”
And strangely, Mauza still wants to do it. The woman passed forward to look for the object, then returned and thrust it to the owner. “Nih! But I also want to see dong, what is it?”
“Nevent need to kepo, this is just a shirt that you want to wear tomorrow.” Umar sauntered up while he reflected on his leftover thanks.
Until the next day, the clothes were used on Umar's body. The man looked very gallant and confident in front of many people to do his marriage contract. Marry Alma.
Alma herself became the most beautiful and most prominent woman here. Like being a queen a day at her wedding. Even though he was wearing a covered shar'i shirt.
“Bismilbornrahmanirrahiim ..” penghulu mukai recites a prayer which then says his kabul ijab.
The event is so solemn and sacred especially done in the largest mosque in the city.
And aloud, Umar managed to say his kabul ijab in one breath, followed by the simultaneous voice of all the attendants present. “Sahhh!”
“Barakallah ..”
Umar smile. She and Alma are now legally married. Who will sail the household ark together. In difficulty or pleasure.
After praying, the two brides were confronted. Vita delivers it until they meet at one point.
Umar gave his diamond ring to Alma and put it on his finger. On the finger that looks trembling because it was first touched by a man who is not his mahram.
And Umar felt a level higher when Alma was so reverent as to kiss his hand. Because of Alma, he became a very valuable person.
“C kissed first Mas, his wife,” MC's word.
“OK,” replied Umar seemed excited which made the audience so laugh in the midst of their novelty. Isn't the kiss-smelling part really his forte?
The kiss landed on the forehead. Alma crying haru. The two posed to show off their rings and wedding books. Then embrace two parents who always give their prayers and blessings.
Seriate.
What is umar's expression when he opens his veil, huh? Fainted yet?