Mother Connect For My Son
The Part 13

...I.B.U.S.A.M.B.U.N.G.U.N.T.U.K.A.N.A.K.K.U...

...All actions depend on his intention, and (reply) for each person (depending) what is intended. Whosoever wills to Allah and His Messenger, then his hijrah will be to Allah and His Messenger. Whoever wants to hijrah because of the world he wants to achieve or because of a woman he wants to marry, then the hijrah is to what he intended.”...

...(.(.HR. Bukhari :54)...

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For Cila, for,

Elea emphasized the word Ardha said while proposing to her. Yes, for Cila. Ardha proposes and asks her to marry just because Cila is not out of liking or the rest.

Although she was sick, Elea did not want to expect more.

The marriage that should be built by two people who love each other should keep Elea tight.

This was her destiny, this was the path Elea had to take. The path that the creator has set. And it may have been his guilt-redeemer in the past through Cila.

“Hmmm, Demi Cila!” reply Ardha with ketus. In the words he said there was a cold impression and a tone of dislike.

Elea lowered her head, unable to deny her heart hurt.

After saying so, Ardha supported the body on both legs and walked away from Elea who was still lowered. Both are enveloped in a sense that is not careless and a little angry.

“Holeeeee!” cila screams enthusiastically when told that Mother and Papinya will soon be married which means they will live together, in the same house, and on the same roof.

Cila is getting excited to get back to health. The little boy even accepted happily as the nurse brought him some medicine that he had to drink.

Crazy must be healthy!

The sentence that the girl instilled to immediately stay with her mother and leave the room that smells of this medicine.

And evidently, 2 days after Cila's condition gradually improved and was allowed to go home. Of course greeted with a big smile, even unceasingly the little girl chattered new Mother.

Without having to be diligent in preparing the wedding because everything has been handed over to WO. Elea just needs to sit sweetly and everything is ready in plain sight.

Starting from the fittings of wedding clothes, invited guests, souvenirs and food are all ready.

And here Elea is now, a few mua professional in her field who helped enliven the phenomenal event of the rising soap opera player.

Many media and journalists came to perpetuate the sacred event of the artist.

Hot news came without a wish. Like the news about Ardha and Sovia that had gone viral because of one program.

Many are sad but there are also those who provide support.

But Ardha doesn't care, he doesn't like it if nitijen governs a life that should be privacy not to be the food of the public.

Elea had finished herself, she felt very nervous because she would soon meet a crowd. The feeling of self-confidence keeps on sticking out.

With slow steps because the long dress covered the legs and did not forget the jasmine that dangled beautifully from the head to the waist Elea.

Elea took a breath as she revealed her face, many beads of eyes staring in admiration at Ardha's future wife. Beautiful with a clean face. No need to make up thick because the beauty of Elea seemed to radiate making some eyes staring with a sparkling face.

Czechoslovakia, chekrek

Stumpy hands wrapped in a suit made Elea's eyes sharpen, the man asked the reporters to stop taking photos of his future wife.

Then Ardha led Elea to the sacred place.

Many are hysterical because they think Ardha treatment is very romantic. Unlike Elea, the woman considers Ardha's treatment solely because of the media and the man must be kind.

Elea was fine, because she had set her heart on not wishing Ardha much so that her heart would not be hurt.

At the end of it, Sovia seemed to be clenching her hands. Some artists were involved and some insulted Sovia for not being able to take Ardha's heart. There were even some who praised Elea as more beautiful than Sovia.

“See, you won't end happily. I will make the decision you married Ardha is a disaster,” muttered Sovia with a smirk smile and passed away leaving the room because she could not bear to see the next scene.

Elea's hands were sweating, and soon her life would change. She will be a mother and a new leaf will be opened soon.

In front of Elea can see clearly, between the rows of seats of the guests there is Cila who was in the arms of Mama Nira. The little girl smiled cheerfully as she looked at Elea and Ardha who were about to say the qabul ijab.

“Sah!” Elea flinched as the guests shouted in unison to reply to a remark from the ruler asking if it was legitimate?

Elea took Ardha's hand and kissed the back of the hand of the man who had just become her husband.

Then he looked up as Ardha's hand cupped Elea's cheek. Elea's heart was beating very fast. Sipping saliva alone was very difficult, Elea was afraid that the things she did could ruin the atmosphere.

And cup, though,

One kiss landed smoothly on the surface of Elea's skin. Like being hit by an electric shock, Elea's body stiffened even though she had prepared herself.

“Wah did not expect me, pantes aja you never want me to know the same girl turned out to be lo high type, hijab girl cuyyy!” babble friend Ardha who came to congratulate.

“Congratulations bro! your beautiful wife ,adem again.” add another one.

“Kalo you are bored with your wife, I am ready to accept her widow with pleasure,”

“Your defects!” ardha cursed while patting hard on his third back alternately. He turned to look at Elea who was also talking to socialite friends Mama Nira.

The woman occasionally just smiled in response to some compliments.

“Tumben lo ga sama Fatih, usually rich in stamps, glum nempel to be mistaken for same-sex!” the man who had the name Trian was watching the guests closely. Looking for the person he asked.

“Iya, usually where Ardha Fatih is!” Bryan.

“Ck, Again no business him!” ardha answered him.

It is true that Fatih gave reasons that he could not attend Ardha's wedding because he was busy. Ardha did not question because maybe Fatih also needs privacy.

Without Ardha knowing, somewhere Fatih was shedding her first cry for a woman.

Women who can make it captivated even without binding. The woman he instilled in his heart to change and come back closer to the creator.

The woman who made him change for the better. Unknowingly, the way he did it was wrong.

If you want to change, change because of God. Not because of the feelings you have in a creature.

All actions depend on his intention, and (reply) for each person (depending) what is intended. Whosoever wills to Allah and His Messenger, then his hijrah will be to Allah and His Messenger. Whoever wants to hijrah because of the world he wants to achieve or because of a woman he wants to marry, then the hijrah is to what he intended.” (CHR. Bukhari :54)