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CHAPTER 85. PICKING HAPPY.

Aisyah looked at her face in front of the mirror, she seemed to see a different stranger in front of the mirror.

She was wearing a Muslim wedding dress. This veiled wedding dress is made of the ultimate maxmara material, which is a fabric similar to satin, but has a smooth texture. This fabric feels light, slippery, flowy, and not transparent so that Aisyah does not need to add cuffs or other interiors. The wedding dress was equipped with a veil and khimar in clean white as a wedding dress that she used.

Aisyah received early in the morning a shipment from Diah, a dress for her performing the qobul ijab of the day. And in it was a letter,

My sister Aisyah,

I don't know what sentence I can write as a form of how I approve of your marriage with mas Bram.

Don't worry, me and Bram are only connected by our son Bella, and Bram is nothing more than a part of the past.

There is nothing left, for we have different directions of purpose, and destiny gives us our own path in this life.

Oh, yes.This dress, I hope you wear it tomorrow with a smile, this is a dress that I designed myself after I married Mas Fadjri. I don't know why I used to want to make it so much, even though I knew I wouldn't be able to wear it.

And when you and Bram came yesterday looking for a wedding dress for me, now I know who I'm making this dress for.

There is no advice I deserve to tell you, because even though I was married but I failed in the first experience and now I am learning to start from scratch, trying to get to sakinah, mawaddah, mawaddah, Warohmah in the desire of all married couples in this world.

No worship is more beautiful than a marriage, if you have found your perfect love. Where sitting together is worship, spending time together is worship, even facing a plate of food and worship.

God created man in pairs. That is our destiny from God. May you continue to be together until the end of your worldly duties. May you also be together in his till jannah. 

My sister Aisyah, I can imagine how beautiful you are with each other tomorrow, I'm sorry I couldn't attend, but God willing at the reception I'll come and I've ordered another dress for you, to be perfect you become queen. May God perfect your happiness and perfect your worship, my sincere prayer that you will become a harmonious couple, a couple that will be blessed with multiple blessings.  

What is your intention, set and straighten it out of good will that will bring you priceless happiness.

I learned from my mistakes in the past, do not get married for seeking happiness because of failure to wait at the end of the road, but marry for worship. If we enter into marriage by faith, we are like taking off the anchor of a ship called the household to sail the ocean of marriage and whatever happens we will dock in God's tabernacle. Barakallahu. 

I'm sure when I see how much Bram loves you, you will be a married couple who love each other and maintain the honor and adrift each other with each other. 

May this marriage open the doors of compassion, knowledge, wisdom, security, and happiness for all. 

I always pray that with your presence increase the obedience of Bram to Allah until his paradise becomes close.

"Baarakallahu laka wa baarakaa alaika wa jamaa bainakumaa fii khoirin." May God bless you in all good things and unite you both in goodness.

From your sister,

All of those sentences felt warm, making Aisyah's soul so moved and relieved. Diah answered all her fears and anxieties in a letter. Perfect in the form of hope and prayer.

"Thank you, Brother Diah..." Whispered Aisyah, she flapped her teary eyes so that the tears that were about to fall did not come down.

The bride-to-be who came to her house today was specially brought by Bram.

Of course, Aisyah has never been polished this pretty.

"You're the prettiest bride I've ever made up..." Praise Mbak Nela, the fairy.

Aisyah blushed in embarrassment, in her lyrics towards the wall clock, almost ten o'clock. The closer the time.

"Aishaada..." Retno's mother appeared at the door of her room in a frenzy.

"Come fast, your bride's car arrives."

"Wedding car?" Aisha turned around in astonishment.

"We only go to the mosque in front of the house, why do I have to use a wedding car? Can't we just walk?" Ask Aisha again.

"Oalaaah, ojo many impromptu bridal protests. Manut wae's. That's already the order of the groom." Retno's sister who today is no less beautiful approached Aisyah, for a moment looked in admiration at Aisyah's beauty before helping Aisyah pair her veil.

"Come, hurry.all are present, just wait for the bride." His speech rattled without being able to hide his sense of smell looked at Aisyah. From her children when she first brought her to this house to her teens and now married, Ms Retno is a witness to how Aisyah grew up in the heartache of her life.

And now when a man who loved her interfered with Aisyah, she felt as if she was the one who would fetch that happiness.

Aisyah steps slowly, while hugging Retno's arms, Retno,

"Sir, I'm so nervous..." His whisper.

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