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Don't let your heart drag on in grief over the past, or it will make you never ready to face what's coming.

ali bin Abi Thalib

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🌸بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيمِ🌸

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Azhar and her family wanted to prepare, but Sarah's parents prevented her. It's better that they get ready here because there's a lot of empty rooms downstairs. After a short time, they finally agreed.

Then, Azhar followed Riqhad to the room that would be a place to rest for a while before later carrying out the syakral event.

Meanwhile, the rest of the family was busy to continue the preparation of the event. Precisely the discussion of walimatul 'urs tomorrow because there are some things that will be replaced even changed and eliminated. For today only the procession of marriage and family thanksgiving is not so troublesome.

The invitations were re-printed a lot because it remembered who Azhar was and who her parents were. The lightning-fast preparation began to be worked out. Invitations that have spread are left alone tomorrow will be explained everything clearly so as not to create confusion.

Until a few hours later, the Adzan was reverberating the sign of Dzuhur prayer has come. Azhar, who felt anxiety and nervousness, followed the other men to the mosque.

Azhar, who is usually not afraid of anything and is famous for relaxing, today felt a feeling that he never felt. Sometimes it feels like disbelief, fear, doubt, worry, happiness and others. Fear of not being able to be a good husband and priest for his wife, fear of not being able to guide his wife later. Not believing that what he had hoped for today could be achieved, worrying if Sarah was forced to accept it and he was happy to be able to justify Sarah today.

Azhar also felt nauseous and heartburn in the near future even many other middle of nowhere feeling so nervous he imagined the event later.

While the men were praying in the mosque, the women were seen busy in Sarah's residence. For example, in one of the largest rooms, a beautiful woman who will change status to wife today is seen being made by the hand of the Winda.

He who was asked to rest after being tired of traveling yesterday until faced with this impromptu proposal, was unable to close his eyes. He still clearly remembered the events of yesterday. If there was no Azhar then perhaps Sarah would be even more miserable.

If asked how Sarah feels now about a man named Azhar. So Sarah's mouth wants to say 'hate' and 'thank you' at once. Hate because there are still good men like Azhar who are willing to ask for her hand and thank God for showing the truth about Faris before they are bound by a sacred relationship.

After seeing firsthand Faris's misfortune, Sarah became confident and convinced by her conjecture a few days ago even before. That the voice of the woman who often appears when Sarah contacts Faris via mobile phone is Bella. They were truly alone, despicable, despicable and despicable.

"OKAY. Done it. Just change the dress again." Said Winda resuscitated Sarah's daydream.

Sarah opened her eyes by slowly staring at the image of herself in the mirror. Winda has polished his face with a variety of cosmetic options. Vinda's job feels heavier because it must disguise Sarah's swollen eyes and other problems. As the development of technology and types of cosmetics, it is facilitated.

Chequelek

Door opens.

"Where's Vinda? Already?" Ask Mama Sarah.

Winda nodded while tidying up his equipment. "Already, ma'am.who else is going to do it? Ask.

"No, there are two girls in the next room. They just got home from the bookstore, you make them up." Pinta Mama Sarah as she approaches her daughter.

Winda nodded and left Sarah with her Assistant. As for the matter of dress Sarah will be arranged by Tria, representing the WO party chosen by Sarah. He brought in the dress that Sarah had ordered some time ago, then he helped Sarah use it.

"Sorry, Ma." Sarah makes a sound as Tria is raising her dress.

"Here you go, don't apologize anymore." Answer Mama Sarah who now looks beautiful with her makeup.

Her mother helped Tria remove the white dress mixed with silver in her daughter's body.

"Who is Azhar? Why did he come at the right time when Sarah was breaking a broken piece." Sarah Reveal.

Tria handled the back buttons of Sarah's dress without being involved in this mother and daughter conversation. He also did not try to want to know even if their voice hit his senses. For all that he hears and sees in this house is not his business until later when he has finished his business in this house then he will go like a blind and deaf man because that is how it should be.

The mother looked at her beautiful daughter in the mirror, looking disappointed there. "Azhar is the guy who used to come here to propose to you when you were in high school. But papa refused even had time to insult him because it is not a businessman like papa. He was just a student and an ordinary lecturer." Bright Mother.

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Sarah didn't expect the story to be like this. Is there any other motive for Azhar's second coming? Or maybe he avenged his heartache on papa for ever resisting and insulting him? Think Sarah.

"He was a friend of Riqhad. You can ask your brother if you want to know a lot about Azhar." Her mother looked gently at her daughter.

Sarah tried to smile at him and nodded.

"Wear a veil or a bun, ma'am?" Tria asked who had finished with Sarah's dress.

When her mother wanted to answer 'the veil'. Sarah's voice first dominated him with a different answer. "No, just a bun."

Tria nodded obediently to begin to remodel Sarah's long hair that is so beautiful.

Mama Sarah looked at Sarah's flat face with a gentle smile. "Hopefully Azhar can make you a good wife and a good woman after this." Inner Mama Sarah hoped.

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On the other side

Both of Adzkia's parents look disappointed at Azhar's decision, he did not expect Azhar would prefer to replace the groom who left his wedding rather than choose Adzkia even though they had pleaded with him.

Yesterday, Azhar contacted them and delivered her apology and explained her inability to fulfill their request.

Adzkia's father was very angry and humiliated until when Azhar's parents asked them to attend Azhar's business event, they refused to arrive because they were too disappointed.

"What the hell did Azhar see from that woman? What's our daughter's lack?" The middle-aged man complained while throwing his body onto the back of the sofa.

Adzkia's mother doesn't seem to know what else to do. They wanted to thwart Adzkia's marriage to Andra. Besides they think Andra is a bad man for Adzkia, which they hope only Azharlah will be their daughter-in-law. They were very sorry if a man like their distant niece fell into the hands of someone else. Better to fall on your own, right?

"It's Bi, it's not the soul mate and maybe Azhar doesn't want to have a wife who is more mature than him in terms of age. Adzkia is like her own sister." Said Adzkia's mother with a sigh of heaviness.

Both are silent.

Not long after, Adzkia came down to them. Adzkia has indeed moved to Indonesia since the last few months, Adzkia is increasingly convinced by this move since knowing Andra.

They have also established a wedding plan for another month but it is still opposed by both parents by always making Andra's name worse. They say that Andra has a family but Adzkia does not believe him, according to him he knows more about Andra than the two parents' puppet.

"Ma, Mum. How are you still at home? Not at Azhar's? Start starting soon." Ask Adzkia who looks so beautiful with her dress.

Both parents also pay attention to Adzkia with a disappointed and concerned look even though Adzkia looks so bright cheerful. They both know that this daughter has kept the love for Azhar even for a long time. There must be a side of Adzkia's heart that feels sad and hurt knowing Azhar will marry another woman today.

Although Adzkia chose to lose with the taste to choose Andra as her future husband, but the side of her heart both parents expect Azhar not Andra. Andra is not worth Azhar.

"Where are you going?" Ask his father without chiming in on Adzkia's previous remarks.

Adzkia frowned in surprise and replied, "to his wedding ceremony Azhar lah Bi. You guys too, right?"

Adzkia's father sighed, and the mother approached Adzkia and hugged her. "Mom knows you once held a love for Azhar and maybe you're still disappointed to see her with another woman today. For that, I ask you not to come there. We are the same. We really expect Azhar who will be our daughter-in-law instead of Andra. He's not good for you, baby. He's a family man." Her mother tried to persuade Adzkia again.

Adzkia who was furious because it was always presented with the same sentences also chose to release his mother's embrace.

"Mom, Kia has often explained that Kia no longer loves Azhar. Kia has been steady to choose Andra, even we have taken care of everything. Why do you always repeat this old story anyway?" Adzkia said with annoyance, until unexpectedly his tone was getting higher.

He continued, "Kia is happy if Azhar is happy too. As long as you know, the woman Azhar will marry today is someone Azhar has long desired. The woman who always inhabited every Azhar do'a!"

"Son, we mean you're t-"

"Already Mom, Kia does not want to hear anymore I expect Azhar and ask Kia to cancel Kia's wedding plans. Kia and Azhar have their own stories, and we won't be in the same title!" Cut Adzkia down when her mother starts trying to crib her.

Adzkia twisted her body before continuing her steps out. "Mother and Abi should also come there if they don't want to ruin our family relationship. With you behaving like this will show that we are inferior to them. Kia said goodbye, Andra was waiting outside. Assalamu'alaikum." Adzkia also waltzed away leaving the astonishment of her parents.

Adzkia is indeed a firm female figure and it is all a derivative of Abinya to her stubbornness as well. So, Abinya just chose silence as Adzkia blurted out her words. Because if he chimed in then it would be more burning atmosphere in this house.

"How, Bi?" Ask Adzkia's mother.

Her husband looks still pensive and remembers weighing the words of his daughter until a moment later he sighed while standing up.

"Let's get ready." Briefly talk.

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Kerinci, 22/09/2019