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From the Prophet, who said in one prayer, “ya Allah, grant me the sustenance of Your love and the love of the one who benefits me his love at Your side. O God of all that You have provided for me among those I love, make it my strength to obtain that You love. O God, what You put away among what I love, make it my freedom in all that You love.

(H R. Al-Tirmidi)

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🌸بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيمِ🌸

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After the kabul kabul reverberating and syakral event was successful, the next day walimatul ‘urs still have to run as it should. Although one of Sarah's family members was hit by disaster, the mother of Riqhad was Azhar's friend.

Aunt Hasna suddenly fainted when the Thanksgiving event was almost over. He fainted not only because of his illness because so far he has often even routinely treated secretly without the knowledge of his children until declared cured. But the pressure exerted by the Goddess who is none other than the brother of the deceased suaminyah who became the trigger.

The goddess asked him to expel the sebatangkara girl who was now under his responsibility. The goddess threatened to explain the truth to Hasna's children about who Shanum really was and what purpose Hasna wanted to take care of her.

Mama Riqhad who could not control herself and swallowed her emotions was suddenly short of breath until fainting and then rushed to the hospital.

Upon learning of this, it was advisable by Sarah to postpone their event but was immediately opposed by Riqhad and the others. Because, if pushed back again then there will be many problems that accompany to be straightened again such as the reason for the change of the groom who has officially become Sarah's husband.

It does not rule out the possibility that later invited guests from the former husband candidate Sarah will have already come without knowing the reality that happened because the invitation is not only a little that has spread before something painful happens to Sarah.

They also consulted to find a solution until the deal obtained is walimatul’ urs will still be implemented as planned and for Aunt Hasna who is still in one of the hospitals in Bandung it will be guarded by other family members in turn.

The clock shows at 8:30 a.m. In the invitation, it was stated that the event began at 9:00 am until it was finished.

Upstairs, in the master room with beautiful decorations, Sarah was getting ready for her best dress. He chose the color gold to use first. Aided by Winda and several others, Sarah was almost finished with her hair. Shakilla did not lose behind taking pictures and even recording the preparation of his best friend.

Chequelek

Sarah's bedroom door opened, showing a dashing figure who was not yet ready but it seems he just finished cleaning because it looks from his hair that is still wet.

Shakilla and the others turned to the door, Sarah's best friend who was still using her phone to record Sarah now accidentally pointed her phone at someone who was at the door of the room.

Winda turned his face and smiled welcoming Azhar. Winda noticed Azhar who was looking at his wife in silence, Sarah who realized that being stared at by the man who yesterday said kabul for her was back down embarrassed.

Willa and Shakilla looked at each other, they understood this situation and then chose to leave Sarah's room because the work to prepare Sarah was finished.

After the door closed, now only a husband and wife just left. They were not in the same room last night. Sarah asked permission to spend one night with her friends because there was a lot of things Sarah wanted to do to them and Azhar understood that to choose to be in the downstairs room.

“Ehem, Sarah...” Azhar said, still standing a little away from his wife's dresser.

Sarah who was still down, then raised her gaze to look at Azhar from her front mirror, ”I-iya Azhar.” He's back down.

“You why aren't you getting ready?” Sarah added with her face down. He is very nervous at the moment.

Azhar smiled slightly as Sarah watched her, “quietly, I get ready soon. But, this is I want to discuss with you. Can not?” Azhar Pinta.

This man also walked closer to Sarah's dresser to lean on the side wall.

Sarah simply nodded as she glanced at Azhar who was a little closer to her current position. With the corner of his eye he said, “Oh, o-okay. What do you want to discuss?”

Azhar sighed when she saw Sarah's nervousness and stiffness in her, “not used to it, slowly for sure.” Inner Azhar.

He took his place on the bed until his body was perfectly plastered in the mirror in front of Sarah. Azhar became free to look at Sarah and Sarah the same. A large mirror as an intermediary and witness the familiarity interaction between the two.

“There must be many questions you want to ask me. About who am I? What work? Do I know you? Until why I dared to marry you in this unexpected situation. And other things too.” Sarah peered in the mirror until she nodded confirming what Azhar said.

Azhar continued, “all of them. Whatever you want to ask me, I will answer. However, for the first I want you to know that my job is one of the lecturers. For this one thing, I am taking care of my move to Indonesia but I still have about a few months to finish my work in Singapore.”

Sarah's face lifted instantly as the word ‘Singapura’ slid from her husband's lips.

Singapore. Horrifically. Painful. Hates. That is what Sarah is hearting. If you remember Singapore, Sarah will bring her memory to a man who is a jerk and his irritation.

Sarah knows the direction of Azhar's conversation, she wants to take Sarah to Singapore, right? Yeah, it is. Sarah is not the old Sarah. Sarah is now a wife, the wife of the man on the bed. A wife should obey her husband, right? Azhar's words were the law for her. If Azhar wants to finish her job in Singapore to demand that she stay for a while there, if Sarah can say ‘no’, then, can Sarah say that she wants to stay here alone and let Azhar be in the country itself? No. gabe. That doesn't want Sarah to do it.

Sarah must be filial and be a good wife for a gallant man who dares to propose her to echo the sacred pronunciation of kabul for her, dutiful means Sarah must accompany and accompany wherever Azhar is. Being a good wife means that Sarah has to help Azhar get through her days with mutual grief.

Loves. Sarah smiled bitterly. Can Sarah love Azhar while her love is broken, crushed and fallen? For this reason, hopefully with the time spent together is able to nurture her love for her husband.

“I know, Singapore holds bad memories for you. However, that doesn't mean you always have to be down with the country. Remember, you are no longer alone. There's me. Azhar. I'm your husband. I'm the one who's gonna turn that country into a beautiful one for you to pass through. I'm the one who's going to be with you, carving out some good memories to go through. Use me as a tool for you to be happy. Sarah, depend on me, your husband.”

Deg

Sarah widened her eyes, she held the heat on both of her cheeks with an irregular thump in her chest. Sarah did not expect Azhar to say so, moreover how could she know what Sarah was going through in the country bearing the lion's head?

“Oh no. Why would this man behind me turn me into my all and this whole thing with him? Oh come on, this isn't Sarah's true nature. I am ashamed to even look at his face or his neutrality. I wanted to dive into her face and netraannya but the gurgle in my chest was not able to sustain what I wanted to dive into. The more I dive, the faster my heart beats until I'm afraid it's going to break. The more wrong I was doing. Oh my god, who is this guy? Just yesterday he appeared around me but why he was able to calm me down, carve a relief for me as well as being able to bring a different taste ripple to me, he ravaged this taste.” Sarah's mind rumbled.

“A-me, a-I s-realny-“

Sarah was speechless even when she had much to say. His voice was swallowed as Azhar's smile imprinted on this front mirror.

“You can stay, if you feel heavy. You can stay here if you can't try to forget those bad memories now. I-“

“No. I want to go with you wherever you go. Guide me Azhar. Take me, help me understand everything. Understand all about you.”

Deg

Finally Sarah was able to speak her words even though it was only a small part of what she really wanted to say.

Azhar who was initially ready to hear rejection from Sarah is now unable to hide her surprise.

With a smile, she stood up from the bed until she managed to get behind Sarah's dressing chair. Sarah increasingly looked up following the Azhar movement. Azhar stared at Sarah from the mirror until the two eyes collided in the mirror.

“Thanks. Thank you for accepting me and letting me into your life. I will continue to guide you until we will always step together, pursuing His pleasure. Sarah, please. Understand all about me until there is no more doubt about me. I hope that as we go through time, the word love will not hesitate you say to me. I'm waiting for that from you.”

Deg

Azhar smiled gently until stroking Sarah's hair that had been styled, Sarah**** smile because of receiving these sweet words and treatment. He could not hide his red face until he looked down.

Azhar moved her face forward to kiss Sarah's hair on the back, then stepped out after gently patting her on the shoulder.

“I'll get ready quickly! Come down later wait for me to pick up.” Say it before closing the door.

After Azhar disappears completely from Sarah's room, Sarah is unable to hide her expression anymore. He was shocked, in disbelief, he wanted to smile, cry, moved, laughed and he also wanted to drown this warm face of him.

“Azhar, who are you? How can I give giniin?” Mumbled Sarah.

Chequelek

“Azhar!”

Sarah stuck up spontaneously said ‘Azhar’ slid from her lips.

“Cie... the bride is so, early in the morning already looking for a husband. Patience baby, wait for the event today to finish you are free to go alone anywhere. But, for today, follow the rules of the event first huh. But, the call period is very raw, use sweetener dong.” Tempta Latiffa and Mama Sarah.

Sarah closed her face in shame.

“Apaan anyway.” Sluggishly.

“Sar, below has come. You're ready? Let's go down, we show guests from the former side not so that Sarah can still be happy.” Said Latiffa fiery.

“Wait Azhar first, she's again ready.” Sarah's great-grandson who made Latiffa and her Mama smile gently looked at him.

“Iya deh yes, which must go down while holding right yes.” Latiffa Reply.

Shortly after, the door opened showing Azhar who had been wearing the same clothes as Sarah. She smiled nervously as Latiffa and her Mama-in-law looked at her in awe. Umminya was no less missed poking Azhar from behind.

“Ehem, Sarah. Come!” Sarah nodded and accepted Azhar's hand.

Azhar flanked Sarah's soft hands until the two went down accompanied by Lattifa and mama Sarah did not miss Umm Azhar also ran around to join.

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Kerinci, 24/09/2019