HIJAIYAH LOVE
Haru's Full Wedding Party

The day changed, the happy day was awaited by the couple Hanafi and Karen. After the day after the last wedding at the Office of Religious Affairs, now a happy day, the celebration of his wedding party has arrived.

" Dear, not ready yet?" azzam asked the wife, who seemed still silent on the bed just looking at the clothes that had just been delivered by a boutique employee.

" Bantuin !" annisa is half-manyun.

" Help what, dear? change clothes mas mas replace, change yourself, baby !!" said Azzam, rubbing the hair of the wife who was still sitting on the mattress.

" Azzam already does not love me anymore, this is the will of dede." replied Nisa, her index finger pointing at her slightly bulging stomach.

As if running out of words for Azzam, if already faced with the word dede, by the wife. Without much more debate, this man immediately grabbed the dress that was still wrapped by the paper bag, starting to help Annisa change clothes.

"Later at the party, Dede can not act. Sitting sweetly enjoying the party, next to Abi, okay." said Azzam after changing out of Annisa's clothes.

" Surely, I don't love me anymore. It must be a shame to go to a party with a fat and bloated woman like me." Annisa said, again putting on a sullen face.

Azzam let out a long sigh, sitting next to Annisa, rubbing her stomach.

" Dear how to talk so, where maybe mas shy go to a party with dear. I am very happy and grateful, because God has the gift of an angel as good and beautiful as my dear. So do not ever say mas is no longer dear yes." with full tenderness Azzam said it.

This man also grabbed the wife's shoes, and put them on gently, with Annisa's smooth legs. While the owner of the foot, just silently received a special gentle treatment from his beloved husband, while smiling himself.

" Now it's beautiful, it's ready. Let's love we go, pity others are waiting for us." said Azzam, wringing the arms of the wife, walking like a king and queen, down the stairs.

" Athaghfirullah, long time Zam." said Fatimah.

" I'm sorry umi, Azzam's usual son started again" Azzam replied without continuing, and Nisa pinched her waist, and hit her arm with a bag.

All the families who were gathered were chuckling, seeing the strangeness lately that this couple did.

All walked towards the car that had lined the courtyard of Azzam's house. This time they were escorted by the driver, to where the party was held.

Seemed to stand gallantly Hanafi and Karen, on the throne that night. Both welcome the presence of invited guests, shake hands in a friendly manner, accompanied by a review of the laughter and smiles that are occasionally created between the two. Looks very happy.

Likewise with the Azzam family, they congratulated Hanafi and Karen, all the invited guests also enjoyed the excitement of the Hanafi wedding that night.

Unexpectedly, a man of athletic stature and handsome face, entered the crowd of invited guests, barged in, and headed straight for the guarantee, where Han and Karen stood.

No words were spoken from the lips of the bride, her hands were shaking and her eyes seemed to be in shock and shock, with Leo's sudden presence there.

" Thank you for your presence, thank you for taking care of him for me. Now let me continue with your task, make her happy." Hanafi interrupted when he saw the wife silently stunned to look at Leo. And Hanafi speech also disperse Karen daydreams.

" It's true my husband said, thank you for his presence. God willing, we will always be happy. Mas Han is the best husband God sent me." said Karen in a cynical tone.

Leo could only nod and smile crazily, hearing Karen's words. He immediately left the party area, with a deep heart wound.

Not only stopped there, when Leo left the party crowd, accidentally passed by a beautiful woman, who also just came to congratulate the bride.

The girl is none other than Sinta, Hanafi's former lover. Sinta learns of Han's wedding celebration from the father, who accidentally gives the invitation Han sent to them. Because Han wanted to show Himawan's family, that after the rejection they did, he was still fine and managed to move on and find happiness.

From a distance, when he saw the excitement that emanated from the two brides, Sinta's eyes felt hot. Plus when Hanafi and Karen occasionally comment on laughter and smiles that burst from their lips.

Although her footsteps felt heavy to walk towards the pelaminan, where Han and Karen were standing, but this girl still tried hard, approaching the two brides, congratulating.

This time Han who was made shocked, by Sinta's presence, Karen was able to catch it from the look in the eyes shown by the man beside her as well as the girl standing in front of her, with a sad face.

" Congratulations Han for her marriage, hiksss.... Sinta pray will you be happy." said Sinta as she began to sob, holding back the crying that had been about to spill.

Han commented on the happy smile in front of Sinta, "yes I also thank you for coming, giving us our blessing. May you soon follow like we did." said Han to reply congratulations from Sinta.

The girl just nodded and smiled, pretending to be happy for her ex-boyfriend's wedding.

As Sinta shook Karen's hand, and was accompanied by a sad look. Karen hugged Sinta's body and rubbed her back, whispering, "thank you for being present at our wedding, I pray that God will also give you the best mate like me. I will continue your duty of care and happiness for Han. May you also find happiness like me."

After hugging, Karen asks Sinta to take a picture with herself and Hanafi, as a memory. Sinta also accepted Karen's request. Although his lips were too faint to comment on the smile when taking pictures, but he tried to look beautiful in front of his ex.

Such a festive wedding feast, adds its own happiness to the couple Hanafi and Karen that night, with the presence of the former, as if giving them their own do'a for their happiness.

All the invited guests and the entire extended family look happy, because they have managed to organize a festive party, as requested by the late Hanafi father. A happy cry came out from the middle-aged woman named Rohimah. " My job to fulfill your will is done, may you help me from there, pray for the happiness of our son." that's the murmur of the Rohimah.

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