My best friend, Maduku
Day H 2

"Qobiltu nikaah'aha watazwijahaa 'alal mahril madzkur wa radhiitu bihii Wallahu waliyyuttaufiq !."

Alhamdulillahot.

Affin lowered his head, in his heart a great rumble after saying the sacred sentence, tears were powerless not to slide from the corners of his eyes.

The clap of a hand on his shoulder made him gasp. Affin.

"Come, meet your wife, son." Said the person who was none other than Aryan, his father-in-law.

Ezar nodded and stood up. Accompanied by Mbak Nisa and Alsya, she walks towards the tightly shut door of Fyzha's room.

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The door slowly opened, revealing a beautiful female figure like an angel. Although half of the face was covered in cloth, but her beauty could still be clearly seen in Affin's eyes. Even when he saw Fyzha's face now, his heart immediately rippled warmly.

"Assynoltom..."

"Goddessalam..."

Affin's hand was stretched out and immediately greeted by the hand of Fyzha who was experiencing it with great reverence.

Both the bride's eyes were closed, feeling each other's touch that was able to make a great sigh in each of her hearts.

Clap rousing enliven the sacred moment, where the two brides in the meeting after the sentence of agreement that has tied the two.

After shaking hands, Affin brought his lips close to Fyzha's ears. "How are you, miss ?." Affin said his words in a soft voice that only his wife could hear.

Fyzha reflex looked up and immediately found a smiling face annoying the man who was now her husband.

"Why do you still call me that ?." Fyzha whispered in front of Affin.

Affin further widened his smile which Fyzha thought was a very strange smile.

"Because I like to call you that." Affin whispered back.

Fyzha rolled his eyes panted. "As far as you are, my husband." Fyzha stared fiercely at Affin's face.

Affin just responded indifferently. "Thank you, wife..." Affin said as he stretched out his hand to be held by Fyzha's clumsy hand.

Actually Fyzha was annoyed by their short chat that had just officially become a married couple. That short chat felt unnatural to be done by a couple of newlyweds, didn't it ?. Both do not have good chemistry for the meeting of the two of them because it is more to the impression of a conversation between two enemy camps who are ready to fight.

"Come, miss ?!."

With a heavy heart, Fyzha accepted the helping hand and linked their hands as he should. There was a strange sense that suddenly radiated into the recesses of Fyzha's heart after their fingers intertwined.

The two stepped together towards the armchair. The sungkeman event took place, and continued with the welcoming event of invited guests who also wanted to greet the two brides.

When a couple of brides-to-be also climbed into the lapel to greet them, Fyzha was a little sad to see how Aly and Nareena were doing. There is a sense of not sincerely watching the togetherness between Aly and his cousin. Well, even though now the status even has a husband.

"Thank you, Nareen," Fyzha tried to be calm and displayed her sweet smile before her cousin.

The turn where Aly is in front of him, wants it to feel like Fyzha said that he was destroyed because of his love for Aly who he had been secretly quiet since they first met. Well, it happened about three years ago that at that time Fyzha was his secretary Anand.

"Congratulations, Fyzha. May God always give mercy to your lives." Aly said sincerely.

Fyzha nodded and cupped his hands together in front of his chest. "Aamiin, thank you Mr. Zuhally." He tried to hide his sadness in the presence of the man who would soon become the husband of his cousin, Nareena.

The couple came back down from the stage. And the series of events are back on.

After all the arrangement of the event was completed, the two began to enter the bridal room right at ten pm with a series of events that were several times at a break to perform mandatory prayers at certain times.

Fyzha rushed to the bathroom to replace her dress with a nightgown. He wanted to rest immediately because his body was already so exhausted.

The first time he opened the closet, I don't know who had dared to change the contents of the closet so that now the contents are very surprising Fyzha. How not?, Fyzha's clothes disappeared from there and were replaced with clothes that did not even deserve to be called clothes. And after picking, Fyzha got a set of covered nightgowns, namely long shirts and trousers and she combined with a simple veil.

After changing clothes, Fyzha came back out of the bathroom and she did not find Affin's whereabouts. I don't know where her husband went but obviously now Fyzha was a little relieved and felt safe.

Fyzha immediately laid her body on the bed and wrapped almost her entire body with a blanket then she began to close her eyes.

It feels comfortable with a position that is really a relief. Because the muscles of the body that had been tense are now back flexible and relaxed. Feels the joints in his body that was parting between one part and another part is now back to connect strongly.

"You're asleep, miss ?."

Almost soundly, Fyzha again jerked and reflexively opened his eyes. And how surprised he was when he found Affin's face in front of his face. "You ?!." Pekik Fyzha wanted to get up but could not because his body was brackets by both of Affin's long arms.

"Why, miss?, I'm your husband, aren't we?, we could even do more than this, right ?." Affin smiled with a smile that gave Fyzha goosebumps.

"You!!, Ihh, get out of the way.!, you are very heavy !." Fyzha tries to push Affin's body but it turns out to be very difficult.

Affin grinned creepily according to Fyzha. He began to bring his face closer to Fyzha's face. Fyzha put his face down. "Affin, what do you want ?!." Fyzha's touch grew more and more frightened.

"I just want to touch my wife, can't it ?." Affin was apparently very happy to make Fyzha feel stubborn and afraid.

Fyzha boldly stared at Affin's face. "No, you can't !." Reject firmly.

Affin squinted his eyes at his wife's face. "You're not the wife to talk sweetly to your husband ?,."

Fyzha stared intently at Affin's face like a challenge. "You too as a husband there are no sweets?!, It is clear your wife does not want to be touched, but I instead force !." Fyzha does not want to lose.

"Maybe you have forgotten, if a wife should not reject her husband." Affin.

"You too have forgotten, if your wife is tired?, and you must not torment her either. So get out of the way !." Fyzha forcefully pushed Affin's body away.

Affin relented and released Fyzha. "Well, because I'm not a bad man who can torture his own wife. " Say Affin then got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom.

Fyzha breathed a sigh of relief seeing Affin enter the bathroom.

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