Mahram To Azira
Chapters 3.5

Azira's back immediately stiffened, he felt a terrifying cold feeling slowly creeping down his back. Unknowingly both of his eyes were staring at Aunt Sifa who was already walking leisurely towards the bathroom, he wanted to stop her but her voice was even more suspicious.

Azira is at a loss as to what she should do to stop Aunt Sifa. Nah! Can't, aunt Sifa is getting too close

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"Sifa, we should get down immediately because the others are already waiting for the bride below." Suddenly a rescue voice interrupted the hand of Sifa's aunt who was about to touch the bathroom doorknob.

Azira was relieved. And for the first time Aish felt Safa's aunt wasn't too bad.

"Astagfirullah, why didn't you call me earlier?" Panicked aunt Sifa while bringing her steps back closer to Azira who could already breathe a sigh of relief.

His back could already feel relaxed now and even his two hands were no longer clenching each other in panic.

It's good, he thought.

"No need to panic, just relax." Sweat aunt Safa while approaching Azira and aunt Sifa.

She slowly helps Azira stand up from her seat and tidying up the dress fabric that Azira could accidentally step on so that she ends up tripping, things like this are not something unusual on the wedding day. Due to nervousness the bride sometimes cannot notice her steps and ends up tripping over her own dress.

"If you panic then the one who will panic more is Humairah."

"Hem, you're right." Relaxing her body, Bibi Sifa and Bibi Safa then slowly led Azira out of the room Humairah.

Take him through the corridor of the house that is full of beautiful decorations typical of weddings.

This is something that spoils the eyes!

"By the way, why haven't I seen that shit at home? Where'd he go?" Bibi Safa asked puzzledly because since morning she had never seen Azira's presence. It is better if he is not there because his mood is better.

Azira who was being sought could only smile cynically, thinking whether this cruel woman could still laugh if she knew later the married person was not their beloved niece, she said, but the trashy man who is always seen as disgusting in this house?

That expression, Azira was already impatient to want to see it.

"Azira may already be downstairs," Whispered Aunt Sifa answered him.

"Don't talk about it anymore because right now the most important thing is a historic day for this spoiled girl." He continued to divert the conversation.

Since this is a historic wedding day for Humairah it is not good to talk about Azira's problem. It is a happy day and they should all be happy with it.

"Hem, you're right." Muttered aunt Safa no longer wanted to talk about Azira's problem which always made her eyes and heart irritated every time she saw him.

Then, a few minutes later they arrive at the stairs that will take them to the place of agreement. From above they could see a beautiful place of commitment and hundreds of invited guests who were staring curious and amazed at them. No, it was more precisely towards the bride who was full of mysteries.

They could not see the bride clearly because of her hood, but they all knew that this bride must be so beautiful that it made an incredibly handsome bridegroom fall in love with her.

"Humaha." Call Mama while taking Azira from Sifa's aunt and Safa's aunt. Taking her in carefully, she sat Azira in a soft white chair that had been beautifully decorated and elegant.

So beautiful and so harmonious with her luxurious wedding dress.

"Can we start the show?" Subduing his head, from here Azira could clearly hear the voices that had been whispering now began to become silent.

But, something's weird. Azira seemed to smell a slightly familiar fragrance. Where she had kissed him, Azira was not sure because she knew very well that if she had never met strangers, she had no acquaintance as she remembered.

Before the agreement really began, Azira secretly slipped a paper tear on the thigh of the future husband Humairah-ah, more precisely the future husband Azira now.

The man immediately looked down at the paper tear on his thigh sent by the future wife. Confused, he picked it up and opened the random fold of the paper.

My name is Azira Humaira. It's written there.

"Azira Humaira?" The man's whisper is strange.

Then his eyes involuntarily caught Azira's poorly maintained fingers as if he had been doing heavy work for a long time. Squinting, there was a strange light that flashed in his dark eyes.

Azira's heart was pounding when she heard the man's voice. Because the voice of the man reminded him of someone who had saved him from kidnapping mistress Bara.

But maybe?

"Azira?" His eyes then lifted staring at the beautiful face disguised by a hood cloth above his head.

Azira was nervous. He lowered his head afraid that this man discovered that something was wrong - no, his name alone was wrong so this man should have realized it, right?

Then did it all end here?

"Alright then, please hand the bridegroom shake the hand of the bride's guardian. I can start now." The voice of the middle-aged man beside Father instantly attracted the attention of the man from Azira.

"All right, we're starting." The man's words surprised Azira.

No, the man should have canceled the marriage and not continued, but why did this man continue?

No, Azira, don't panic. Calm yourself. His mind comforted his confusion.

It's a big day, a historic day for him and Humairah!

Even though it wasn't her wedding but after sitting here, wasn't this the same as her wedding? Ah, doesn't he and Humairah make no difference?

Yes, Azira is the son of the cruel man who is in front of her now and this man will finally deliver her to the future...

Which is uncertain.

Hah, Azira does not know how the response of her coercive husband-to-be if she knows that the one next to her is not Humairah. But.. supposedly from the reaction earlier, this man should have noticed something was wrong.

"I married and I betrothed my biological daughter Azira Humairah, with you Muhammad Kenzie Rasidiq Bin Muhammad Fadillah Rasidiq with a dowry of prayer equipment and gold weighing 77 grams paid in cash.” Father's voice with a calm floor is also authoritative to give Humairah-ah, call it Azira to the prospective son-in-law

Instantly making Azira's breath stifled, he did not know why his heart suddenly shook after hearing this. He wondered if this man would mention the name written on the paper rips or even mention the full name of Humairah?

Receiving a jolt from the hands of his future father-in-law, Kenzie steadfastly strengthened their hands while calling for a sacred acceptance and a bridge to his future happiness. "I accept Azira Humaira Bin Muhammad Ramadan Rozik's marriage and marriage with a dowry of prayer tools and 77 grams of gold paid in cash" Kenzie jolted with one steady and courageous breath.

Even her sharp eyes were firm and unperturbed when dealing with her authoritative future-in-law was also formidable.

Azira was immediately shaken. Perhaps others could not hear him clearly, but he, the person closest to Kenzie could hear it clearly that the name Kenzie was calling was his full name, he said, Azira Humaira and not Humairah's full name!

Azira's heart was pounding, strange, and moved at the same time.

"Huh?" Shouted the elder who had earlier hosted this wedding.

"AH!" Shouted everyone rejoicing and enthusiastic. They can't wait to see what kind of figure the bride is now officially belongs to Kenzie, a handsome surgeon is also well established. Surely they are a suitable and harmonious couple if at a glance, this family in the future will be very happy, ah!

But this excitement only lasted for a short while before the sound of a girl's roar interrupted everyone's excitement.

On the second floor they could see a girl with a disheveled face trying to go downstairs. This girl was already indifferent to her chaotic appearance because the only thing she thought about now was to stop this marriage.

"Hu-Humairah?" Everyone who knew Humairah was shocked by his chaotic circumstances.

Humairah had just come up with such a mess, then who was the bride sitting next to Kenzie?