My best friend Muhallil's husband
Bridal Night Atmosphere

Forgive me, Meera. I just don't want to ruin your happiness. You will be sad if you tell the truth.

By the time they reached their destination, very many people had already welcomed their arrival. Like waiting for someone to spread money.

"Slow down" said Farhan, clasping Ameera's hand, leading her down from the car. Farhan knew his wife was in trouble.

"Thank you, Mas" said Ameera, smiling.

Ameera smiled looking at the beautiful decorations in front of her. He was really amazed by all of that. Although he has been married twice, but only once this time he was together in the guarantee. His happy feelings cannot be summed up. Really, he's very, very happy at the moment.

They immediately sat on the side at the temple. All eyes were directed towards them. Flash rays are simple, as if competing to capture the beautiful moment.

The hue of happiness was very clearly imprinted on Ameera's face. Likewise with Farhan, his eyes could not be separated to look at Ameera who continued to spread her sweetest smile to the guests who came.

"Congratulations, Meera. I'm happy to see you happy" said Ustadzah Nisa while holding Ameera's hand.

"Thank you, ustadzah," replied Ameeera.

Nisa's Ustadzah passed, Ameera and Farhan took turns to welcome guests who attended and also dissolved in their happy atmosphere.

After a day of sitting in the shade, the sky began to darken, the sun began to return to its origin.

"Mas, I want the Maghrib. Let's just go in!" bring Ameera.

"Come, let the guests here be those who serve" said Farhan obeyed his wife's will.

Before entering, Farhan gave his mother permission, so if there was something, they would not find it difficult to find.

"Ma, Farhan and Meera go in first, huh? If Mama and Papa are tired, go home first, it's okay" said Farhan.

"Yes. You go home or start staying here?" safa asked while looking at Ameera and Farhan in turn.

"Rem ... Farhan started to stay here only, Ma," he replied as he glanced at Ameera who was still standing next to him and heard all their conversation.

"All right, Mama's coming home now, huh? Papa is very tired" Safa said, holding Kenzo's hand, and it did not go unnoticed.

"Don't forget to make a lot of grandchildren for Papa and Mama, so that Lisa also has a playmate!" whispered Kenzo with sparkling eyes.

Hearing his Papa's unreasonable words, Farhan immediately turned to look at Ameera. He let out a sigh of relief as Ameera's face looked ordinary, like he had heard nothing. In fact, in Ameera's heart, the shame was mixed, and the pink color was ready to be a blush on her cheek.

"Pa!" Safa pinched her husband's waist, clenching her teeth. Shame on her husband's words.

"Why? What Papa said just now is true, Ma!" he said without guilt.

"If anyone heard how? Papa's not ashamed?" concluded Safa while glancing right left. Afraid that someone would hear that indecent remark. "Here you go, let's ask Mr. Arman for permission. We're going home now!"

After the departure of Mama Safa and Papa Kenzo to meet Arman, Farhan and Ameera directly into the room Ameera which is also decorated as the bridal room in general.

The room is dominated by white and mixed with the smell of roses that are very piercing the sense of smell, making people feel at home for a long time inside.

Lighting assisted by candlelight, makes the atmosphere more romantic.

"Meera, what's wrong with you? It hurt?" asked Farhan who had placed the back of his palm on Ameera's forehead to check her body temperature.

"No, Mas." Ameera shook her head in response.

"So, why?" farhan asked again with a frown. If it is not healthy, why not just say it, he thought.

"Meera is okay, Mas" he replied. Taking Farhan's hand off his forehead nervously. For a very long time they have been a pair of friends, but only this time Ameera ventured to touch the hands of her former best friend who is now legally her husband. Usually, they only hold each other's sleeves, because Farhan has been very familiar with Ameera who does not want to be touched with other men.

Farhan was silent for a while, not refuting Ameera's denial. He was busy watching Ameera's yellow face as she followed the light color of their bridal room. He observed the face as if he was confirming something.

Honestly, Ameera's face has been blushing ever since. His heart beat fast as he stepped foot into the room that nuanced dim. Now, hearing Farhan's voice, his body trembled, his ears turned red. There's a bad feeling there. This was the first time she had ever been in a room with a man.

In the past, with Dion they split rooms. Dion never wanted to enter Ameera's room for the many thousand reasons he spoke.

"Mas, Meera is fine. We better clean ourselves because soon the prayer time," she said again reassured her husband who seemed to be worried about her.

Farhan nodded, he confirmed his wife's words. "If you need something, just say it. Don't hide anything. What else about health!" said Farhan, who was taken by Ameera.

Farhan walked over to his backpack, willing to take his clothes instead. Understanding her husband's movements, Ameera hastily stopped her husband's activities.

"Mas, just let Meera get it," Ameera asked. Farhan shifted her body, giving Ameera space to perform her duties as Wife.

For some reason, there was a sense of pleasure that enveloped him. Like there were many hands tickling him, forcing him to publish the smile he had held back. There are thousands of butterflies ready to fly it because of the feeling of pleasure.

Farhan was often served by his servants. But, only this time he was served by his wife, the person he loved the most so far. Keep him thinking without knowing day and night, busy and free. The time is up to think about the heart.

"This, Mas. But the bathroom is outside" Ameera said.

"It's okay, first of all!" Ameera.

After Farhan came out of the room, Ameera sat on the edge of her bed. His fingers were clasped again because he was worried. These two days, feelings of anxiety constantly roiled her.

And tonight, that feeling comes back, he's worried about how tonight they're going to get through.

After Farhan finished his bath, replace it with Ameera. Just after Ameera was finished, the Maghrib reverberated. They performed the three rakaat prayers in Farhan's priesthood.

After the prayer, they prayed with the prayer that they each prayed. Only they know what good prayers they offer Him.

Ameera shook her husband's hand and Farhan kissed his wife's forehead. Really, their heartbeats were beating very fast.

CRINKLES

CRINKLES

CRINKLES

Farhan's phone rang. Before answering the unknown call, Farhan slightly moved away from Ameera.

Ameera's kisses heard that Farhan has to leave tomorrow. Managing the needs of his work that had happened a problem. And he was forced to intervene immediately.

Will I be left behind after the wedding? Is Mas Farhan going to be the same as Mas Dion?

After a few minutes, Farhan returned. He sat down beside his wife, holding Ameera's hand even with a slight tremble.

"Meera, Mas wants to talk" said Farhan.

"Yes, Mom?"

"Tomorrow early in the morning, Mas has to go. There is a work that is constrained and forces Mas himself to intervene, you...."

"Ameera it's okay, Mas. Don't worry about Ameera, Ameera will be fine here" Ameera said.

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