Memorization of the Qur'An for Afra
CHAPTER 12: IJAB QOBUL

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Afraza Humairah Binti Hasan Addaud with the Qur'an dowry of Surah An-Nisa, and a set of prayer tools paid in cash!"

"How's the Witness, Sah?"

"AH!"

"Alhamdulilahabbilalamin ...."

In the room, Afra's sayup-sayup heard the man pronouncing Ijab Qabul in a loud and dignified voice. She is Muhammad Ziran Algaza, who today has legitimately become his Husband and his Halal lover.

Their marriage was a simple one attended by only two nuclear families - the bridegroom, the woman and several witnesses. Afra did not invite many acquaintances just the Malaysian girl, Dinda. The marriage took place solemnly, in his house. There is no stage full of flowers for the lovers to be together like a king and queen. Her marriage is also not like in general that unites the two bride-to-be, Afra who asked directly to wait for her husband in the room.

The girl stared at her reflection in the mirror of her room. Hope anxiously waiting for the man who has legally become her husband. A clean white wedding dress, matching hijab as a crown and thin make-up look adds to the natural beautiful impression of the figure of Afra. His eyes don't lie, he's happy with this marriage. She is the happiest woman to be paired with Ziran.

Ziran had a sweet voice while reading the Quran, which made Afra fall in love when she first heard it. Men who are full of struggle, accept 2 conditions that are not easy to grant. One promise Ziran has paid off when Ijab Qabul, Surah An-Nisa was paid as a wedding dowry. Now there is only one more, which is the memorization of 30 juz of the Quran from the man. And Afra could wait, for now Ziran was her husband.

Jatung Afra again craze calling Ziran is the husband. Ah, he should have learned to get used to it.

"Eh,"

"Oh my goodness, son of Umi .., even daydreaming. It's only right that your husband knocks on the door, you don't open it. Poor Nak Ziran, it's coming down again."

Afra was surprised that Uminya was in the room and holding her shoulder. Whatwasthat? Husband's coming? Knock door? Ah, he really didn't hear it!

Slowly Afra turned to face Umi with a smile on her feet. "Are you really Umi?" Ask ensures.

Irana nags, "yes, baby. Now your husband is downstairs, gathering with the family."

"And the door's not in the lock, Umi. Why doesn't Brother Ziran just come in?" Afra is plain-looking.

Irana chuckles. "Where is the son of Umi. Do you want to be like that? Shown dong how funny you yelled there was a man in the room not permission first, although Nak Ziran is now your husband." Irana laughed more. "Remind Abi to enter this room, how did you react?"

Afra chuckled. "Hehe. Afra teriaki, Umi. Well, Umi ..., don't talk about that anymore!" Afra was ashamed to remember that Abinya entered her room without knocking on the door and was given permission. Afra teriaki! Astagfirullah ... Bad habits seoarang Afraza Humairah.

"Tuh, right. Yes already. Umi down call Nak Ziran, you wait, yeah." Irana turned around wanting to step out of the room, but one more step until Irana's door turned back. "Well remember Umi's message, baby?" Irana asked with a gentle smile.

Afra was silent for a while, before she gave back her best smile for Irana. "Remember, Umi."

Irana nodded proudly, stretching out her arms asking Afra to embrace herself. Afra ran over while smiling sadly. Now she belongs not only to her parents but also to Ziran, her husband. The hug was as usual, calming.

"Baarakallahu laka wa baarakaa alaika wa jamaa bainakumaa fii khoir. Babe.” Irana Prayer to the Child. May Allah bless you, both in joy and sorrow and always gather you both in kindness. "Congratulations, dear. Now, treat your husband. Because Heaven and Your Spirit are on him. Then be a righteous wife, an angel who is always there for Nak Ziran."

"Amiinn Umi ... Pray for Afra." Afra's getting a hug. Survive not to cry at this time. He must be strong!

"Mom down ya." Afra took off a hug, propped up on the Umi. Irana waved little at her daughter and immediately exited the room.

Afra's heart was again broken.

Ziran's coming? Is her husband coming? Oh my God, how is this? My heart is beating hard.

Nervous ambush Afra. He also chose to walk here and there like his habits. Touching his temples and removing traces of sweat with the palms of his hands. His flanged wrist had been removed for two reasons, disturbing and because his hand was already better. The chips are valuable according to him, so he keeps it well in his closet.

The girl was back pacing indistinctly.

Tok

Deg.

Afra swallows rough salivary. His heartbeat is crazy, it's no mistake it must be Ziran!

"Okay, Afra! Take a deep breath, exhale slowly. Again, again, again!"

Breathe in through your nose, slowly pass through your mouth. Much nicer. Hope his heart doesn't jump out. This was still the sound of knocking on Afra's door was already hot-cold, how about looking at that face directly?

"Asnalamaicum, Wife. Can I come in?"

Akh!!! I want Afra to escape. His face was reddening and hot, his hands clenched tightly channeling nervousness. He was silent, his mouth could not be opened to answer.

"Afra My wife, can't yah?" Ziran again voiced with a softened tone. Still patient. But after a few minutes of no response, Ziran let out a weak breath and said,

Durhaka!

Afra cursed herself. Quickly dashed towards the room door and opened it with lightning. "Can. Come on in, brother!"

Afra instantly dies a flea. It was seen Ziran was holding a half-dead laugh. A few seconds later he realized. He's bullied!

"Hahaha ...," at once Ziran's laughter sounded happy at Afra. "Ciee, so afraid her husband's sleeping in the basement? Hmm?" His hand touched the tip of his nose a taunting sign. Ziran's eyes looked wet. And finally stopped laughing at his wife, when he saw Afra moving into the room.

Afra who was embarrassed, half-bent her face irritated. Now he knows! Besides being warm, forced, it turns out that Ziran is also ignorant like a child. It was inexhaustible how many kinds of character traits Ziran had. Afra breathed short, busying herself squeezing her white wedding dress. His position now turned his back on Ziran.

Kreatt, yellow.

The sound of the room door being closed by Ziran. He now turned to look at his wife's agitated back. Ziran smiled unnoticed. He walked slowly towards Afra.

Now he's right behind his wife.

Slowly and surely Ziran hugged Afra from behind. Ziran's hands grabbed his wife's hands and gripped her tightly yet gently. Feels cold. His wife was groggy, like him. Well, Ziran Pun is no less nervous actually.

Afra trembled with the sudden treatment of Ziran.

"Are you afraid of me? Are you unhappy with this marriage?" Ziran's whisper was weak in his wife's right ear.

Afra's eyes were round hearing that speech. No. gabe. Not that! Afra blinked her eyes, slowly she turned to face the gentleman. In his eyes deep and serious.

"Sorry, Brother. I'm just not used to it." Afra said with her head lowered deeply, feeling guilty. "I'll learn."

Ziran was touched, looking at his wife. Her sweet smile rose radiantly. Its alright. They had just gotten married where it might be as familiar as she was with her parents. It takes process, right?

"We pray sunnah two rakaat first yes."

The bride and groom perform sunnah dua rakaaat prayer with full reverence. After the prayer, Ziran turned back to look at his wife who also looked at him.

Ziran did what he should. At the grab of the head of the wife, in the kiss of the forehead was long and full of meaning before his hand touched the crown of Afra and prayed.

"Allahumma inni as’aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih. Wa a’udzubika min syarriha wa syarrimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih.” Collapsing was his defense, Afra's tears melted down his cheeks. She hiccupped while bowing her head, moved by her husband's treatment.

Translate O God, I ask You for His goodness and the good that You have set upon him. And I take refuge in Thee from his ugliness and the ugliness Thou hast set upon him.

"Amelvin ... Yes Rabb ... Amelvin ..." Afra assured her husband's prayer with tears still not stopped flowing.

Ziran gently rubbed his wife's head and wiped away the trail of tears with his fingers. "Don't cry, just smile. Can you give me your right hand?" Tell Ziran gently.

Afra said he asked Ziran his right hand. The man reached into the pocket of his wedding dress and took out a red ring box from there. A small ruby-eyed silver ring was taken by Ziran from the box.

Afra. The ring looks simple. Ziran put it on her ring finger. Fitting in the jar.

"As per your request, princess. Not too much, is it?" Ziran asked a few days ago what kind of ring Afra liked? And the girl answered.

"Beautiful, Simple and inconspicuous. I like it, thanks brother." Afra smiled happily continuing to stare at that sparkling little thing.

Ziran was happy that the girl was happy with the thing she gave her. She can give more rings than beautiful rings, but it seems Afra is not a luxury-loving girl. Quite simply, he'll be happy.

Ziran focused on his wife's face. "May I hug you?"

Afra smiled funny. "Do you need permission? No need for my husband." Afra hugged her husband first. Ziran was initially surprised, but soon she returned the tight hug and whispered softly.

"Thank you my wife. For Everything."

It looks like Afra will not be wrong, if you want to fall in love many times with her husband's figure. Because now, he fell in love with the halal. Ziran, the warrior of the heart of the adventurous girl, Afraza Humairah.

- To Be Continue

- Authors.

Wedding plan As above, the author found out from one of the authors wattad 🙏