Lover (Brain) Halal
Weddings

Marriage is a sacred pledge, in the lives of two people who are united to live together and complement each other.

For most women marriage is a coveted thing, what more if married to a loved one. And so is Dira. She smiled sweetly as she looked at the reflection on the glass.

The voices of witnesses and guests shouting the word "legitimate" made her smile even wider. His heart was pounding violently and his body was trembling, nervous. Ijab-kabul is finished, surely soon he will also be picked up by ammah.

"Are you ready, son?" Nurul approached with a face of sumringah. "Your husband is waiting."

Dira nodded slowly. They also left the room. All the gazes focused on Dira, they were amazed at the bride's appearance. Alza even looked at him without blinking.

After all parties are ready, the terms and conditions of marriage have been fulfilled, then the kabul ijab led by the ruler.

Next is the event of the handover of dowry and the installation of rings. Then immediately followed by the handing over of the marriage book from the ruler to the bride and groom.

After that, a marriage counsel ceremony, and a prayer led by the ruler.

Next show, sungkeman. Lastly, a photo session shared, and marked the end of a series of events.

"Congratulations, yes."

Dira turned his head, smiling stiffly as an unknown woman reached out. Dira replied to the speech while saying thank you. The woman also shook her head and hugged Alza. There was a strange swish on Dira's chest, but tried to stay calm. Maybe it was a close friend of Alza, he thought.

Even more annoying, Alza instead prefers to talk to the woman rather than accompany Dira who is overwhelmed by receiving gifts and hand posts. Dira kept smiling at serving guests, some of his school friends used to ask for a selfie with him. He gladly accepted and gave the best smile he had.

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The night breeze pierced through the skin. Dira tightened the black jacket and pulled her round hijab until it covered half of her body. He stood on the balcony, staring towards the deserted streets. The wall clock has pointed to the number 01.00, but drowsiness and fatigue as if not felt. Occasionally glimpsed at the door of the room. I hope someone who has been waiting for is coming soon. After the guests came home, Alza left without excuse. Now that I don't know how many hours, Dira is still faithfully waiting with feelings that are difficult to explain.

Chequek!

The door opened, Alza appeared staggered.  Quickly, Dira approached and picked up the suit draped on Alza's arm. However, the man brushed aside and pushed her away violently.

"Mas ... Where did you get to this hour?" Dira asked himself.

"It's none of your business, you fucking lady!" exciting Alza. "Get out, get out of my sight!"

Alza threw herself on the bed, without taking off her shoes and changing her eye clothes, she fell asleep quickly. Dira held his breath as much as possible, the smell of alcohol burst into their room. Alza drunk.

Without wasting any time, Dira immediately took off the pansus shoes attached to her husband's feet. Despite the difficulties, it finally came off. Dira also settles down carefully in bed, afraid to make Alza disturbed. They sleep with each other back. Without feeling a drop of clear liquid dripped on the woman's cheek. It should be their happy night tonight, but in fact it is even shedding tears.

Dira awakens as the voice of azan reverberates. Alza is still sleeping well. Dira's hand was raised, intending to wake up. However, it was lowered back down when recalling last night's events. Maybe Alza's still tired. That's how he thought. He rushed to take a shower and prayed Fajr alone.

After finishing the prayer, Dira immediately dabbled in the kitchen. Bi Ining did not allow Dira to do the kitchen work, she was afraid of being scolded by her master. However, Dira is not his name if only stay silent. Although he used to be spoiled, but that doesn't mean he can't do anything.

"Non ... how was last night?" goda Bi Ining while menoel Dira's waist.

"That's a lot ...." Bi Ining purposely hung up the sentence, she giggled amusedly.

The sound of the cat makes Dira flinch. In his mind that is imagined is Puti, a favorite cat who still lives in the cottage. He plans to pick up Puti later if Alza is not busy.

When Bi Ining chased away the cat, but Dira prevented it. "Don't get kicked out, Bi."

"Let's go, Non. Later gentlemen-"

"Bi!" Adi's voice stopped Bi Ining's sentence. The middle-aged woman directly approached her master.

"Who's the same, Bi?" tanyakanya. "Well .. It's over, Bi! Great indeed, Bi Ining mah."

Bi Ining smiled wryly, her eyes fixed on Dira. "It's not just me, sir. But Non Dira who helped so quickly finished," said Bi Ining while bowing his head.

Adi glares. "Bi! I told you, don't tell Dira to do any work! He can't be sapped, can't be scratched one bit." Bi Ining looked down.

"Pa .. that was Dira's wish. Don't blame Bi Ining. Dira who wants to help cook for Mas Alza and papa," said Dira defending Bi Ining.

"Stay still, Ra. It's Bi Ining's fault." Adi kekeh blamed the middle-aged woman.

"What the hell is it, early in the morning it's been a storm! Disturb people from sleeping." Alza appeared with a raucous voice, typical of just waking up. They turned their heads, Adi looked at his son and daughter-in-law in turn.

"Just awake? You're married, Za. Be a good priest. You're a husband, don't act like you're single." Adi advised his son.

"Yes, Pa. Darling ... What are you doing in the kitchen? Why not wake me up. Look, I'm being prized by papa because of you" Alza said with a frowning face.

Degh's!

Dira's heart raced faster, first called affection by the opposite sex and the happiest was her husband. His cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

Adi chuckles amusedly, the newlyweds carelessly care in front of the parents. He shook his head and left. Bi Ining also went away from the couple. Dira smiled, then about to pass. However, his hand was held by Alza. More precisely, it was roughly banned.

"It hurts, Mom." Dira grimacing.

Alza pulls Dira into the room. There he threw the woman into the bed. Alza pointed at Dira's face with a disgusted expression, while Dira was already shedding tears.

"Don't you dare mess around in front of papa, yeah! Don't tell anyone about last night's incident until you open your mouth!" threaten Alza's. "With one more, dear call earlier I took back. You don't deserve that name!" Alza turned around to leave, but Dira's question made her jaw harden.

"But why, Mom?"

Alza turned and .. plaque!