FIZAH (Female Kolong Garbage)
PART 195 "Wedding Gifts"

*Nizami's Ibban

The mosque instantly became silent. The melodious voice of santri was blaring up to drown the whispers of other santri. I listened to it with khitmad to make my heart beat slower. It turns out that this is when I can get very nervous. I tried so respectfully to keep my head down. I put my hands together when the qori ended it with the tasdiq.

Then, the sermon was recited by al-mukarrom Habib Ahmad Fadil in just ten minutes. Continue on the core event yaidu aqdun marriage. I breathed in deeply. I tidied up my white coat and coffee for a second.

Abah Bahar has represented his regency to Habib Salim. Then Habib Salim dwelt solemnly. Holding the microphone with your left hand. The camera flash is on several times. He's cleared his throat once.

“Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. .... abdul ladzi lilhanaa lil islaami wal imaan. Wa man ‘alaina bittibaa’ina linnabiyyinal haqqi wal bayan. Wa arsyadana lisyara’i wattiba’i hukmihi watilawatil qur’aan. Wa asyhadu anla ilaha illallah. Al kholiqur razaqul karimul. Wasyhadu anna sayyidana wa maulaana muhammadan ‘abduhu wa pasulullah. Al mustafa min adnan's. Shallallahu ‘alaihi sallam wa ‘alihi wa ashhabihi wattabi’in ‘ala marridhtuhuri wal isman. Aamannaa bisysyarii’ah.ila endihi."

Habib Salim took my hand. “Ya Ibban Nizami, hadzaa zawwajtuka wa ankahtuka mahtubataka Tsaniya Tabriz binta al-mukarrom Kiai Haji Baharuddin Ma'ruf, al adzilli muwakkili bitazwiji minka waliyyuha syar’an bi mahri tis'ati jaramaatin minadzdzahabi wal fadhdhoti wa milyunaani wa tsamaani miatan wa itsnaani wa tamauna alfan wa miataan rubiah Indonesia, halan."

I took a breath. Then I took off the sentence slowly and clearly, “Qabiltu nikahaha watazwijaha bil mahril madzkuur.” Relieved. It seems like it can't be measured by anything. In essence I am very grateful. I was finally able to justify Abah Bahar's daughter in the afternoon smoothly without the slightest hitch.

Witnesses and everyone in the mosque simultaneously said it was legitimate without hesitation. They metakqidkan the word with a loud shout.

The camera flash turns on.

The microphone was given to Habib Mustofa, who would offer prayers. Just five minutes. The microphone moved to Kiai Dzul Ghofur, Kai Bastomi, Kiai Kariim, Kiai Nashir in quick succession. Twenty minutes later the prayer was finished.

I was asked to move to pick up the bride who was preparing in the living room. Two cameramen ran straight ahead of me, pointing the camera at me. I hold the crate of the suit with the intention to look like I'm trying to fix it.

I stopped for a moment when I was about to climb the terrace ndalem. I prayed for a minute. The cameraman took my every move so seriously that it would look good in the video. I entered ndalem slowly. Ummik and Bu Mini welcomed in front of me. Directing me to keep going. Then, tell me to stop in front of a room that is not too spacious. When the door was opened slowly, it was seen that the bed in the room had been beautifully decorated. But, that beauty will not exceed the beauty of the woman standing in front of me with an expression that I find difficult to translate. He just smiled so thinly, but so charmingly.

The white dress blended in harmony with the elegant arch of her smile. Also the character of his face that at first glance looks cold, but once noticed he will be very charming and offer thirstiness. Other than that makeup had turned her into two levels prettier, the look in her two eyes always offered a secret of nature that no mortal had ever touched.

*Tsaniya Tabriz

Now I look at him with certainty after enduring the tremendous turmoil when those moments of the qabul jijab will be accomplished. I dare look at her as a wife looks at her husband. We have been legalized to look at each other. I didn't expect him to understand why I was looking at him like this. But, I just want to try offering you love and feelings. I want to learn to do it from now on even though I haven't been able to do it perfectly. But, again I want to start. And so, when he touched both of my hands, I closed my eyes.

I felt the touch of that hand so that it was able to channel the shakes into my heart. He pulled me out of my bedroom door frame. Welcome the cameraman who is ready to take aim at our movements. He finally put his left hand over my head. Pronounce the prayers of extinction. I put my hands together, hoping that blessing would cover me. And, watering the heart that has prepared to receive a new love.

Furthermore, he brought my lips closer to my forehead so that I could inhale the scent of his perfume so I thought it made him seem more authoritative. He. his clench is very soft. Until the camera flash twinkled four times, he just distanced his face. Yes, I will begin to understand his treatment slowly. Although the thump of love has not yet fully appeared, but at least I can give a smile without design. He replied wider. He does look very crisp.

He pulled my hand again. Lead me out of ndalem. Ulya ran to give my husband sandals. Then, my husband crouched down. Flipping my dress. Looking for my feet stuck between the fabric of the dress in layers.

I lifted my dress up a little. I showed him my feet that blew at him. He put the shoes on until they were comfortably on my feet. The cameraman was aiming at him.

I keep walking behind him. Holding back foot steps so as not to move quickly. I'm worried about sprains because the high-heels of his shoes are almost ten inches. Sis Ulya and ummik are behind us. As soon as we entered the veranda of the mosque, ummik encouraged us.

I was asked to sit next to him. I held myself back in silence and calmness even though I was honestly awkward and embarrassed. Then ummik, sister Ulya, and mother were on my left side. We were facing everyone in the mosque. But I chose to lower my eyes.

My husband is welcome for the habibs to wear me jewelry. She smiled to see me watching her pair up. But, he intentionally prolonged it. He even seemed to be teasing me because he did not directly dress me. So it doesn't. Glancing at me while smiling very jailily. I'm glaring. Finally put the ring on. The ring that I thought was so beautiful once she coiled around my ring finger.

So was I who was then asked to attach it to his ring finger. He thrust his hand, then I kissed the back of that hand. I feel it again. The delicate hand. It feels warm when you hold.

He whispered to the brother, the niece, and the host, then held the microphone. Many telisik santri disappear in a moment. He tapped on the microphone twice.

"On the permission of God, then allow me to give the gift of the letter of ar-rahman as proof of the pledge between us has been perfectly woven." He looked at me for a moment. I returned that look. Flash shiny.

The santri who carried the pocket Koran, they quickly listened to what my husband would read. Why did he even think he wanted to reward me with such a special memorization?

He whispered softly, "My Asma, this is a jiharka and bayyati song. Listen and live!"

Look how he calls me now. He really resembled me with Sayyidah Asma' bint Yazeed. But, maybe it was more because so that I could see one of the exemplary women in the time of the Prophet.

In an instant his voice was perfect. Mellifluous, smooth, and completely unobtrusive. The transition between one song to the next always starts with a feeling. He closed his eyes as he raised his voice. When felt deeper, he uses a variety of songs that are slightly mixed with feelings of sadness. Or, it's part of his way of expressing his joy at the moment.

I enjoy. Up to the variation that I think is really deep, do not feel my eyes glazed. I heard her voice half-shakey though not so obvious. I put a tissue under my eyes. Meanwhile, in the middle of the letter he immediately turned to the bayyati song with a good transition. That's where I got more emotional. His wobbly voice continued to bring out awe in my chest. The golden voice was beyond doubt. Everything was so solemn as it sobbed. I, ummik, and my mother-in-law. Towards the end of the letter, slowly the wobbly voice returned rigid. Is that how she feels? Men cry for reading ar-rahman letters to the woman he just memorized. And, if I were to fall in love with every broken voice that comes out of her mouth.

He read tasdiq. Then, put down the microphone and turned to his mother with a smile. She whispered to me, "I'm not crying. Don't geer you, yeah."

I thought, what the hell is this guy? Drama like this is still joking. I returned his smile.

Subsequently, the submission of dowry in formality. All invitations stand up.

"Allahumma shalli ala Muhammad" shouted Gus Rayyan in the microphone.

"Allahumma shalli 'alaih." Replied simultaneously by everyone. Full of passion and passion.

"Yes the prophet salam 'alaika. Yes apostle salam 'alaika. Yes Habib salam 'alaika salawatullah 'alaika....." Then chanted the verses of the prophet without musical accompaniment. But, it sounds very add-on.

He handed me the money dowry. Two shots. Then, gold jewelry and bracelets. Three shots. The cameraman asked us to take a picture with our wedding book. With a faint smile, I posed while holding the marriage book with my two hands. Meanwhile, he grabbed my waist unexpectedly with his left hand. Kontan I looked at him while glancing. Flash camera flashing. Maybe the results will be funny and more natural. Then, he looked at me. Offering a jail smile, whining. The camera flash flashes again. He also stuck my head until I was in pain. I pursed my lips. Flash camera flashing.

"Don't pout. It's gonna be funny on camera." His voice was almost drowned in the shafts of the salawat. But I can still listen to him.

We also improved the style and expression.

Next we took pictures with the habibs, kuyaha, and gawagis. With everyone except the santri.

The cost of 9 grams of gold and money worth 2,882,200 rupiah.

Alhamdulillahot. Sorry original 2 eps directly, but suddenly fall asleep while waiting for loading 'up. The signal was hard last night. Sorry jdi not exciting because cut pakek already given the title of the marriage contract. 😅😅The marriage certificate first, yes. Later insyaallah if there is no barrier cus to walimahan. Do not forget to come and wear a compact dress code. Wwkwkwkwk.. 😁😁🤭😅😊🙏 Thank you all..