My best friend, Maduku
Day H

Today is the highlight of Fyzha and Affin's wedding. Indeed Fyzha's marriage was done earlier than Nareena, and it was carried out after Fyzha completed his puerperium.

Anand had brought his family from one Sunday to Ghuinandra's main house, and for one Sunday it was also very cold and he always avoided the crowds. Whether this marriage Fyzha accepted it or not but what was seen in his eyes that Fyzha seemed to be in the thick of a frenetic thought. No more smiles in Fyzha's eyes, no more laughter coming out of Fyzha's pair of lips.

"Sister, I want to talk to brother." Fyzha looked at Alsya's face so deeply. He also asked Alsya to come closer to him. "But, you promise?, don't tell anyone, including your husband."

"Papa's mom can't either ?."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Alright, Fy. What do you want to talk about ?."

Fyzha did not immediately say it he fell silent as if he was thinking of something.

"Sister, actually Affin is the father of the fetus I once conceived."

Alsya. He stared in disbelief at his sister-in-law. "You mean the man who touched your body ?."

Fyzha nodded in agreement.

Alsya smothered her own mouth in shock. "Astaghfirullah, Fyzha... Then why don't you talk to Anand if that guy's among us ?."

"Because it was my fault, Affin had nothing wrong at all in that incident."

"Just the same, Fyzha. Affin has touched you. Affin forced you, didn't he ?."

"Not my brother, I offered to let him touch her myself."

"Oh Allah, Fyzha... Why did you do that?, you know that it was a despicable act ?." Alsya increasingly did not understand the way his sister-in-law's mind.

Fyzha looked down because he was guilty. "That time I had a lot of thoughts, brother, I was frustrated I was destroyed... Hicks." Fyzha started crying.

Alsya immediately grabbed the body that had been wrapped in a beautiful dress. "Whatever your problem should be you don't do that Fyzha."

"Yes, brother. I'm so sorry I ever did."

Alsya rubbed softly on Fyzha's back. "Yes, yeah. I get it." Alsya does not want to make Fyzha feel guilty again.

While in the moment of haru, suddenly Anand came and joined between them. Seeing her sister's face made her feel sad, because she also knew that Fyzha did not really want this marriage.

Realizing the arrival of her brother, Fyzha let go of her embrace with Alsya and immediately wiped her tears from not wanting to make Anand worry. "Sister."

Anand just nodded without saying anything but after that he turned his head towards Alsya.

"The Affin family has come." Said later.

"Alright, we're going to the balcony to see their arrival." Alsha answered.

"You don't want to welcome them ?."

Alsya immediately shook her head. "No, A. I'll just stay with Fyzha."

"Alright, Mama will also be here after the bride's welcome is over. I'm out first."

"Yes A."

Anand came back out of Fyzha's room. He will also welcome the arrival of his groom.

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A major event that greatly influenced his life journey. He never expected to marry a woman he didn't know at all.

During his ten year life, Affin had lost both parents so he only lived alone with his twin who was taken care of by the sister of his father until at the age of twenty years they began to be independent and began to control the legacy both of his parents.

His father, an army doctor, died while sent to the battlefield as a volunteer medical officer in a neighboring country. Then his mother was a prosecutor who died while busy taking care of data from his client because of his heart disease relapse.

The legs of Affin and Affan stepped authoritatively into the sign that read *welcome* in front of the tent.

The welcome made by the Fyzha family really made him shocked because it was very different from the time of Affan's wedding.

This way of welcoming is a thick Javanese custom, and maybe it is because Fyzha is the son of Cirebon people who are famous for their traditional style.

Up in front of the Fyzha family, Affin was clad in a fragrant white jasmine still very fresh. Then he was graciously swept by his father and brother Fyzha to the chair of his qobul ijab.

When he was sitting in the ijab qobul chair, Affin's feelings were made even more violent. He is getting nervous because he is very nervous.

Affin was afraid that later he would be wrong when saying the phrase qobulnya and Affin was also very afraid to shake the hand of the guardian of Fyzha's chest later his hand even shakes and makes him more groggy.

"Look out Fin, don't get too tense." The whisper of Affan sitting next to him.

Being whispered like that instead of making Affan calm down, it made him tremble even more.

"Fan, I can't help it, I'm shaking now." Affin started to fear himself.

Affan smile. "It's okay, it's natural, but don't forget his heart prays for the show to go smoothly." As an experienced person, of course Affan bis became a teacher for his brother at a time like this.

Affin nodded despite his doubts.

The opening ceremony began with the recitation of Al-Fatihah and immediately the atmosphere was quiet. After the opening, the event continues on the murotal recited by the best qori directly invited by Aryan for his daughter's important event.

Everyone was swept away again in a calm and silent recitation of the Qur'an by the melodious voice.

The event continued again, namely a lecture with wedding materials presented by the best ustadz from one of the big Kyai in one of the largest boarding houses in the Cirebon area.

Until the core event begins. Aryan's hand began to stretch out and Affin's hand greeted the speech with a slightly trembling hand as well as a raging feeling.

Both hands began to shake steadily. At first glance Affin looked at the face of his future father-in-law who was smiling at him as if he was encouraging Affin to be able to say his qobulan sentence without any doubt.

Affin tried to return that smile despite still hesitating.

"Are you ready, son ?." Ask the driver to Affin.

Affin inhales as much air and then disposes of it slowly. He nodded steadily.

"Sir Aryan is ready ?." This time the prince asked his future father-in-law.

Aryan also nodded steadily.

"Alright, now Mr. Aryan please start the word ijabnya." Say that penghulu again.

Aryan nodded again and stared fixedly at Affin's face while the one being stared at was increasingly hit by the tension that was rising.

"Bismillahirrahmanirrahim, ankahtuka wazawwajtuka binti Fyzha Auristella Ghuinandra bimahril taqm adawat alsalaat wataqim min 50 qirat min almas alma alkhalis wakhamsimiyat milyun kash... Haalana !." Everyone present instantly felt tense hearing the pronunciation of the sacred process.

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