ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTERS 112. FAFI

Next morning.

By dawn, Shan and Maira had arrived at Joglo Ageng. Handsome man in a long-sleeved batik shirt, dark blue with a gradation of golden shades and colors, busy GR end for the lascars. While Maira in the living room double-checked the luggage. And divide the arrangement of accompaniment when new down from the car as well as seating at the venue later.

"Sit, while sitting," asked Danarhadi not to stand up too much.

That flat stomach is starting to look distended. Shan asked the kebaya tops Maira wore to be overhauled so as not to be too narrow in the abdominal area, which is why they chose afternoon flights.

Candidate new manten out of the room, Aiswa already noisily woke up her two other children.

"Newly know that Umma panikan," kekeh Maira when he had sat beside Danarhadi.

"One two equals Naya, your Mother, Maira." Danarhadi was no less carefree, his wrinkled palms rubbed the stomach of the great-granddaughter

"Health continues yes Nduk, smoothly until the lahiran. Stay here, anyway. All Kusuma kudu lahiran in Solo so Uyut can kiss the baby, take care of you until some later. Let Shan keep getting along with you, Nduk," Danarhadi's laughter echoed.

"Dih Uyut, this has not been born to play a little too late," said Maira no less excited.

"Well, where's Shan?"

"front, Brother. There is an ijab draft, right? this look first let me know immediately when it arrives," said Maira handed over the venue sheet.

Fayyadh grabbed a quick paper from Maira and then visited Shan in front of the pendopo.

Cars carrying large families, one by one enter the court of Joglo Ageng. Elma and Kuntara directly set the position of the car accompaniment to be easy when going out later.

"Shan's."

"Yes, is there anything less?" shan asked as he checked the car he was about to bring.

Grepp's. Fayyadh hugged Shan suddenly.

"Syukron to Akhi. Have helped so much to get here" whispered Fayyadh.

Shan patted Fayyadh's arm. "Afwan, Mom. Yes, one breath, God willing. No gifts?"

Fayyadh parsing hugs. "The gift of the letter of An-nur and Muhammad, bil ghoib aja," kekeh the candidate manten.

"Jiaah, open let's not delay, yes" Shan replied. Both of them laughed amid the boisterous brothers who began to arrive. Then stepped inside because Naya and Aiswa asked them to have breakfast together first.

Exactly at seven in the morning.

All the families were ready, Yai Hariri, Fayyadh's grandfather from the Aiswa led the prayer before they came out of the Ageng Joglo. The atmosphere of haru kentara enveloped the pendopo.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim," said Kusuma simultaneously when he began to climb the stairs one by one, down and into each car.

Standby with patwal. The sound of honking three times indicates the group is ready to go.

Shan and Maira's car, carrying Fayyadh right in the third row. The first section contains Mahen, Danarhadi, Abah and the Amir nuclear family. Second, the Tazkiya family, Naya and run backwards following the others.

Thirty minutes later. The luxurious residence of the Takakti.

There is no noticeable change in the exterior courtyard of the magnificent whitewashed house with the style of the American classic facade. But when the accompaniment of seven cars entered the courtyard, it appeared that the flower arrangement was also a stretch of red carpet welcoming them.

Standing flower with blue tule curtains, dangling beautifully combined with baby breath flowers and lily, becomes the initial hallway that must be accompanied through.

Shan was loyal beside Maira, taking a close look at the waist of his beautiful wife, while Elma was quick to remind the line of Kusuma accompaniment.

"If Kusuma was compact, Elma. Santuy ngapa Neng," gamaliel seduces Maira's Laskar corlap.

"Let's look at his work, Baba," kekeh Elma as he passed in coordination with Glenn's EO.

Fifteen minutes after the reception, Fayyadh and his family, as well as the witnesses occupy their respective positions.

Arrive at the time of the ceremony. The ruler ensures identity.

"Nduk Fiora Akshaya aka Arwa Feiyaz Akshita .. two names of one soul, is this really your chosen young man? monggo in 3D is peeped, crawled, seen real from behind the curtain up there, while it should not be touched yes, because the hammer is still looking for his clumsiness," asked the KUA officer via microphone.

The audience began to boisterous over the officer's sentence, while waiting for Fiora's voice.

The bride is in the living room that has been conjured with a stretch of blue carpet, given a microphone by EO staff to answer questions penghulu.

The wiggly eyes can only see the Venue situation from the television screen in the room that is connected through the camera out there.

"Rubber," Fiora replied gently, inviting boisterous attendees.

"Ciyyyeeeee."

After the admnistration is complete. The series of events is continued by the master ceremony to the sermon of marriage, prayer as well as the recitation of sholawat and istighfar.

Glenn handed over guardianship to the magistrate because he did not have one faith with the princess, he recalled Wisesa's message when explaining a hadith from Ahmad's history which states : Sulthan (ruler) is a guardian to a person if he does not have a guardian. Because the marriage pillar one of them is the existence of a guardian who is Muslim.

Take the waiting moment.

"Ashadu allaa ilallaah. Wa asyhadu anna Muhammadarrosulullah."

"Raden Mas Althafaris Fayyadh son of Raden Mas Amirzain Zaidi, I married off and I wed off Fiora Akshaya daughter of Glenn Aldrich Tusakti, to you with the dry 6,969,100 in cash."

Techs.

"I accept her marriage and wedding Fiora Akshaya daughter of Glenn Aldrich Tusakti with the laundry mentioned above, in cash." Fayyadh's voice firmly answered the guardian's ijab.

"Huh?"

"Alhamdulillah. Allahumma inni as aluka khoyrohaa wa khoyro maa jabaltahaa. Wa a'udzubika min syarri haa wa min syarri maa jabaltahaa alaih." The ruler leads the prayer to be followed by the audience.

Aiswa hugged her husband, tears must have flowed on the beautiful face of the sholihah woman. Abah, who witnessed Fayyadh's marriage, patted his grandson's arm proudly.

Officers requested that the dossier be signed by the bride. Aiswa brought a docket containing the completeness of her son's marriage certificate inside, followed by Fayyadh and other female relatives.

"Only Mas Fayyadh loh yes, the man who went inside. The only manten is Den Mas Fayyadh, haloooo attendees" exclaimed the host as the men of Kusuma and Takakti would rise up following the women.

Instantly the audience boisterous, forget the arrangement of the event because curiosity is more dominant than waiting.

While inside, Fiora is accompanied by Sindy, Athirah and Maira. When the ijab was finished, the pregnant woman and Fayyadh's sister slipped inside.

Slowly the big white door opened. Appears the figure of a dreamy, handsome man dashing in a white robe on the outer navy padu and black pawns draped on his right shoulder. (display \= scarf, draped on the right boat, dikut, for following the habit of Rosulullah when wearing a shawl).

"Let's go, read the prayer first."

Fayyadh is stunned, is this really Fiora? in a white robe and a niqab covered her face. Because he sees this look as Arwa.

The woman who had just legitimately become Fayyadh's wife slowly rose to the aid of Maira and Sindy, Fio only glanced at her glance and lowered his head back.

"Mas!" urge Aiswa.

"Eh. I-iya Umma." Slowly he approached. While Fio was directed to stand face to face with the husband.

Fayyadh's right hand was raised, almost touching Fio's head, but he paused. "Astaghfirullah," he said stroking his chest.

Maira and Athirah laughed at Fayyadh's awkwardness. "Come Brother. Lama ish," said the two.

"Mas, come on."

"Bentar Umma, sik after all, this gemeter loh," he whispered to the Mother who was rewarded with Aiswa's smile.

Just a touch of the nudity of the women echoed, Fayyadh's nervousness was recorded clearly by the camera connected to the screen of the room so that the audience was also anxious to see the bride's beauty.

"Bismillah first brother, read the gini prayer, follow yes," said Maira. "Allahumma...."

"Allahumma...."

"Bariklana, fii ma.." continued Maira again.

"Generic prayer is Mahya!" sumpul Fayyadh feels ridiculous.

Geerrr. There were boisterous laughter in the audience from outside and inside the room, including Fiora who was laughing faintly.

"Fei, di, follow," grumbled Fayyadh again reprimanding Fiora, realizing himself to be the months of jokes.

"Ciyee, Fei," chirped the women.

Slowly, the right hand was outstretched and this time more steadily touched the right side of Fio's cheek, the crown while chanting the prayer.

"Aamiin's." Audience voice.

"Come salim, greet your husband, son," pinta Aiswa.

The two sat face to face and then similarly lowered their gaze, making an anxious look.

"Come on dong." Maira and Athirah cheered.

Slowly, Fio's hand stretched out to grab Fayyadh's palm, but the man was only silent so Fiora hesitated. Tug of war both create an uproar.

"Well, long time very willing to salim doang," kekeh Aiswa.

"Umma, good thing it's breakfast. It's a limp heart" Fayyadh laughed at him.

Athirah asks Aiswa to lead them back. "Bismillah yuk, Fio try again, dear."

Although still in doubt but now both react the same, until the touch is perfect. Fiora lowered her face and carried Fayyadh's palm for her to kiss the reverence.

Maira was unable to hide the oddity when Fayyadh closed her eyes while touching her chest with her left hand as she slowly flipped her palm.

"Deg-degan ampe sesek loh iki, O Allah."

Fayyadh's relentless complaints keep invited guests entertained.

"Alhamdulillah. Ciye, who had a mummy," seduced the women in the room.

"Mas, would you like to open the Arwa niqab? later the camera off," asked Aiswa before asking Fio to sign the file.

"No ah, I'll be in the room" Fayyadh replied quickly.

Geeeeeeerr. The laughter of the audience re-echoed. While both blushed.

"Fei, sign please," whispered Fayyadh as Aiswa gave the map containing their data.

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