Muslims Are Strong for the Mafia
53: MasyaAlloh

Rings and other jewelry they had bought. And again, the Azzura incident was left behind because Excel thought his future wife had followed, again happening.

“From earlier we paced, indeed Mas is not tired? I'm the only one who is healthy tired, Masa Mas not?” ask Azzura who let his left hand back in Excel than he left again and make Excel pacing around looking for him in the crowd.

“Not forever we are like this. When it is done, we can also rest. And drink, yes. Same food because we will be busy.” Excel gradually took the bag from Azzura's right shoulder. The bag in which they bought their new jewelry. And Azzura gave it to him, letting the heavy bag move to his right shoulder. The woman kept watching him.

“Kan, .. heart Mas Excel very soft. He was even willing to do anything for the sake of the person he cared about, Azzura's inner”.

In the crowd of shopping centers they visit, the standby attitude of an Excel who continues to protect and provide the best for him, makes him feel very special.

“Sorry again,” Excel said to Azzura's parents who are also equipped by mas Aidan.

They did make an agreement to prepare clothes as well as appearances at the ijab event later tonight. Arum's mother had a warm smile immediately staring at Azzura and Excel's face alternately. Especially before entering the cafe they wait, Arum's mother, Kalandra sir, Mira's mother, and also mas Aidan, look with their own heads and eyes. Even from a distance, they see Excel so take care of Azzura. Excel patiently followed where Azzura was going. Excel continues to make sure Azzura steps safely while continuing to hold a large green tote bag belonging to Azzura.

“Dek Azzam has arrived in Bandung, mabook said!” mas Aidan's story while staring at the cellphone he sent a message with his sister.

Azzura who sat next to Excel and was drinking the milkshake ordered, immediately messem. Although notoriously noisy, the nyinyir, Azzam twin is indeed anti-travel long distances using a car. Because the result must be a vehicle mobook as it is being told.

“How are you, Cel? You are sick too. Severe,” said Mr. Kalandra after sipping his hot coffee. He looked worriedly at his future son-in-law.

Excel smiled warmly then nodded. “Aman, Om.”

“Aman? Your face is still pale,” said mas Aidan who then drank his milk tea.

Hearing that, Azzura reflexively turned her head, then looked at Excel's face. Right, pale and sweaty. A person who intentionally endures pain. He gradually took off his Excel hat and then checked Excel's pulse which was weak, in addition to Excel which was a fever.

“Drink warm water yes, Mas. You see, if infused again, yes Alloh .. pity his blood vessels diceplus continue to perforate ..” Azzura sighed softly. Feeling frustrated, but there was no other choice but to give her future husband an infusion. Because it should, Excel is still undergoing intensive care. He used a dry tissue from his bag to wipe the sweat off Excel's face and neck.

“Then, mending now we take a break to the hotel. Already, don't buy anything else. You guys bought jewelry, right? That was enough for the gold to mate, which mattered his intention. A kind of clothes and other luggage, easy later at the reception for the contents of the tray. You see, if forced, fear you drop,” said Mr. Kalandra.

“Iya, that's it, Mas!” sergeant Azzura agreed.

Although in the end, Excel still accompanied him to undergo treatment at the salon they visited. They prepare the best appearance there after before until buying bridal clothes. Excel waits in the waiting room while undergoing infusion. He is not alone because there is mas Aidan and also Mr. Kalandra. While inside, in a special room in the salon is a luxurious visit, Azzura underwent makeup with Arum's mother and also Mira's mother. As the mother of the bride-to-be, Arum's mother and Mira's mother also underwent makeup, in addition to the color of their clothes that had been bought the same. Because even if only the ijab kabul, like Excel intentions, the man wants the best.

In his silence, mas Aidan who was sitting on the single sofa next to Excel slept on the long sofa there, was truly grateful. Azzura found Excel instead of Cikho. Excel is really a responsibility, clearly visible seriousness to Azzura. And imagine if Azzura still with Cikho, let alone want polygamy? Mas Aidan got goosebumps.

“Sick really means that. Dehydrating. I can change the infusion, right?” reply Pak Kalandra who sat on a single sofa right in front of mas Aidan. Their togetherness was only separated by a long glass table there.

“Can dong, Pah!” Mas Aidan is excited. He stood up and grabbed the Azzura bag in the middle of the table. He took out the infusion stole from there. The reason that also makes the Azzura bag is always heavy because the younger brother is always stocking health equipment wherever the younger brother travels.

“Keep Didi how?” ask Mr. Kalandra who is still watching mas Aidan even though he was initially reading the newspaper available there.

The fact that Aidan was immediately silent, made Mr. Kalandra say, “Sambil directed well, Mas. Educated, let in the future, Mas let alone your children are not. There must be reciprocity because a relationship contains automatic women and men, these two people must work together to live and fight for the relationship. It's not just the people who struggle.”

Mas Aidan who had held his breath, gradually nodded then exhaled slowly through his mouth.

“Iya, Pah,” can mas Aidan while staring at the papah who immediately nodded.

About an hour later, Excel was completely shocked when a white-veiled woman, dressed in white bridal attire, woke her up very softly. Excel just kept quiet, looked at the astonished woman before him and indeed squatted down just to get their face aligned. Of course, it was Azzura.

Mas Aidan and also the parents to laugh at the surprised reaction and confused Excel.

“Bingung, yeah, Xel? Pangling, ... really beautiful?” mas Aidan said in his laughter.

Excel is very close to hanging because of the appearance of Azzura now. “I almost istighfar. This is why there is an angel here when I want to marry,” he said. Their compact family stood up, again laughing at him.

“Indeed, before this dance, in the eyes of Mas Excel, I ... I buuuriiikkkk really? So?” asked Azzura deliberately protested, but the act actually made the laughter there more broken.

“Y-ya .. yes beautiful. Very pretty!” Excel reassured as he gradually tried to sit down.

“Lah, continue ..?” Azzura, who is still squatting, still protests while justifying the small crown that perfects his appearance.

“I mean Mas Excel, the appearance of the now beautiful Mbak kebangetan ngalahin beauty angel, Mbak.” Mas Aidan purposely helps the quiet Excel, giving excuses. See, Excel looked at him immediately while nodding.

“But I'm still prettier than angel, right, Mas Excel?” rengek Azzura deliberately makes her future husband more confused and nervous. Moreover, it has the support of laughter separated from family members. It could be, salon visitors who are outside their room, also feel disturbed by laughter in their togetherness.

“After this, my future wife? Very beautiful oath. Mmm, what if the language is Azzura version? MasyaAlloh!” inner Excel, silently blushed.