God's Choice of Mate
Night of Study

Tomorrow is my wedding reception with Ray. All preparations have been carefully prepared. Our reception will be held at one of the 5-star hotels, which will be attended by more than 1000 guests. Mommy and Daddy's family have gathered at Mommy's house. Since yesterday, I and Ray I have felt like a bride. Although it can be said that the bride expired still in the public eye I am a single girl who is just about to give up my single period.

Tonight at home Mommy will be held as a form of gratitude for my marriage with Mas Ray, as well as praying that the reception tomorrow goes smoothly without a hitch. The Ray family has been together since this afternoon.

"Sir, slow down dong uh, my head hit me on the back how?" I complained to Eva, my cousin's sister who was like my own sister.

"Diem deh Fa, from earlier the protests were mulu. You have to learn to wear a veil from now on. Her husband's time is in the class of ustad somad his wife's shape is rich in gini" he said as he continued to wrap around the triangular cloth in my head.

"Sister.sister.stop..stop, I'm suffocating. No, I I can't breathe" I held Eva's arm around the end of the veil to my neck. Crazy one! emang seribet this well use the hood. I can't shadow women who wear veils even just have eyes, how does it feel. What's hot?

"Geez Shafa, this is the model. If you keep protesting when it's going" Eva's sister starts to get upset with me who's been protesting ever since. After all, I want to wear a rich hijab in the photo that I pointed to sister Eva so that it still looks beautiful. But if this is the story, it will not be ah. The part in the photo is like an easy banger pair. Uh right on try it turns out not that easy. Though in the past my lecture meeting many who like to make hijab tutorial videos with various forms but I am not at all interested in trying. Instead, I am more interested in trying a variety of new hairstyles with beautiful colors.

"Yes, yes but change the model aja kak, I do not want that grubby like this. What is common is not using a needle petul a lot of gini. hih, very horrified my pal in tancepin sharp object gini" said shudder to see a box of pentul needles that have partially encapsulated in my head.

"Yes, but you're not moving much, and don't open it until the show is over!" He said as he pulled out one needle after another that had been attached to the hood of the top of my head. Sister Eva quite understands that I cannot stand to linger in hijab. I will only wear the hijab during Eid, even if it is gathered with a large family after the prayer.

"Where's Mas Ray, brother, how don't you look?"

"He was downstairs, because his guests had invited many who had come"

"Oh, sister, am I pretty?" I asked while looking at my face in the mirror.

"Beauty Fa, especially if you wear a gini veil, Si Ray asti love you more" said sister Eva reassured. This time I wore a long white dress with a simple brown hijab.

"So, brother, but I don't care. Less greget is what it tastes like"

"Udah don't have much to comment let's hunt down" Eva led me out of the room.

"I'm not, deg degan yes, you have to use a ginian show huh sak"

"Yes, there will be a sungkeman event as well" he said. Sister Eva opened the door and walked with me next to her. I see below have gathered many guests who mostly wear all-white clothing.

Wait, my eyes were fixed on someone in the corner of the room who was having a good conversation with the young hadith girls. He looks familiar with his nephews and cousins. He who wears a black koko suit combined with black peci also adds charisma on his face. The handsome! Rayyan Mas Shafa dong.

"The prospective bride is ready, please occupy the place that has been prepared" said MC. All eyes were on me. I'm gonna be nervous. Especially Ray who also looked at me as if he did not blink. Sister Eva directed me to sit in the middle between Mommy and Mom. I saw not far from my position, Mas Ray was also sitting between Dad and Daddy.

"Most beautiful mother" Whispered mother praised me. I too am ashamed.

MC started opening a recitation that night. The event was filled with the reading of several Aal-Qur'an letters and tausiah delivered by Mr. Kyai. The Tausiah is about advice and household matters. The study tonight goes on so solemnly and solemnly.

After Mr. Kyai finished delivering his tahusi, arrive at a moment ready to drain tears. A moment of silence or apology to parents. Given our sudden and unprepared wedding, this procession was held despite being late, but it was never too late to apologize to the parents, especially considering the events of the past few weeks, it is time to beg them for forgiveness.

Mommy and Daddy are already sitting in his position, as are mom and dad. My chest suddenly felt tight, my eyes were heating up when I saw Mommy wiping her eyes several times using tissue. I remember my mistakes with Mommy all along. Even though he was fierce and angry but I knew he was the first one who would get hurt if I saw him sick. She was the woman who had risked her life so that I could see this world, She was also willing to leave her career so that I could enjoy the growth and development with compassion.

I thought back to how the last time I made Mommy cry, I thought I had her in the hospital because of my desire to get married abroad with Sam. Mommy, behind her loud and chatty attitude, she's a woman who sincerely loves me in all my conditions.

I felt the clear bitiran begin to escape from my eyelids. Now the woman who has contributed to my life is in front of me. I who was still looking down could not see his face. I grabbed her hand, I kissed her and I drowned my face in her lap. I could no longer hold back my tears. Mommy humps her head kiss my head softly. No words were spoken from my lips, but I'm sure Mommy knows how I feel.

"Shafaanya Mommy... hiks." I heard the shrill voice of mommy on a sobbing.

"Forgive me Mom" I tried to raise my head to look at her face, which was also crying.

"Mommy always sorry Shafa. May Shafa be a good wife to Ray" said mommy while gently rubbing my head. I don't think I'm the only one crying, but almost everyone in this room is crying when they see a moment like this.

I turned to Daddy. I grabbed her hand and I kissed her softly. Daddy hugged me tight. A warm embrace yalang all this time I feel. A warm hug that calms me when I am upset. Daddy doesn't talk much but I know he's done a lot for me. Daddy rarely shows his anger even though he is disappointed. He's my Daddy, the one who's always there for me.

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Mr. Rayyaan Akrab really yes with his nephews.😍

Beautiful Shafa when hijab. Paak Ray pangling ya😘😍