My Ustadz My Husband
Mahligai Love Zeda Humaira Emerson

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MAHLIGAI LOVE ZEDA HUMAIRA EMERSON #WHEN LOVE STAYS

As a woman, Zeda Humaira Emerson dreamed of the best husband. Generous as Abu Bakr As-Shiddiq, firm and courageous as Umar Bin Khattab, gentle and devoted to religion like Uthman ibn Affan, smart and loyal to one wife like Ali Bin Abi Thalib.

Too perfect?

Aira chuckled as she remembered the man of her dreams even until he wrote in a diary book since he was a teenager.

But Aira knows, if she wants the best man, then Aira must be the best woman.

"Looks like God granted you your dream, honey." Aira looked up and she smiled at her mother who came to bring her wedding dress.

This is a very special, also stressful day, where today will be the day of his union with a very good man, although not as good as the four Companions of the Prophet in the desired.

But Aira knew, the man she was paired with was a man who sholeh, mastered the science of religion, obeyed the science of religion, and, devoted to parents, especially to his mother because he no longer has a father.

Arshad Ibrahim, isn't that a beautiful name? As beautiful as his face, as beautiful as he said, as beautiful as his adab to everyone. And that makes Aira really like it, Arsyad built a kindergarten school that is free for people who can not afford it, and that makes Aira amazed, even more, Arsyad keeps paying the teachers at Kindergarten with his personal money.

In addition to managing a Kindergarten school, Arsyad also has a very large and famous restaurant in Jakarta, which now has several branches in various cities.

"Ummi, I'm so nervous, my hands are cold" Aira said as she rubbed her hands.

"Ummi knew, every woman would be like this on her wedding day," replied Umm Firda then she helped Aira wear her wedding dress.

Aira took a deep breath several times, in order to calm her turbulent heart.

"Now, wear your veil, dear," said Ummi Firda while wearing the Aira veil.

Aira had decided to wear a veil since she was 8 years old, no one asked for it, but she said it was the call of her soul, let alone Aira was a shy girl, who only dared to raise his face in front of his own family and always bow his face when in front of others.

...***...

On the other hand, Arsyad could not hide his nervousness. Many times he took deep breaths, drank water, paced around in his room.

Zeda Humaira Emerson, hearing his name alone has made his heart beat fast, his heart flowered. In an instant, the woman he was betrothed to was able to distract all of Arsyad's attention to him.

"Are you ready?" Arshad looked up when he heard his mother's voice.

"I was very nervous, Ummi," replied Arsyad, he addressed his trembling hand and it made Ummi laugh.

"Calm down, may it all go well today" said Ummi Ridha then he took Arsyad's suit, put it on and immediately the Ummi shed his tears. "You're an adult, Arsyad. Though it feels like just a few days ago Ummi always put your clothes on, still feeding you, even reciting bedtime stories. Now, you have grown up, and will be the king of your own queen."

"Ummi will always be my main queen" said Arsyad. "My wife is the queen of my household, but in my life, Ummi is my queen." Ummi Ridha just smiled in response to her son's words.

"Thank you, because Ummi chose her for me" Arsyad said later with a face that blushed in embarrassment.

"You've never seen his face, Arsyad. Say thank you after you see the face of your future wife."

"I saw a very beautiful adab, Ummi. He said so gently and carefully, he never raised his face in front of strangers, I saw how great his devotion was to his family by accepting this matchmaking, was there anything more perfect than him? She will always look so beautiful in my eyes. "

...***...

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Zeda Humaira Emerson daughter of Gabriel Emerson with a dowry of one million one hundred thousand one rupiah and a set of prayer tools in cash!"

"Why? The witness? Right?"

"AH!"

The witness of the wedding and all the guests who were present answered with a sudden look, Arsyad immediately breathed a sigh of relief while the Aira family could only cry.

While Arsyad was so nervous waiting for the arrival of his bride and when the bride came, he was stunned to see the figure of the angel who is now walking closer to him in a hand held by Abi Gabriel and Umm Firda.

Micheal and Jibril, Aira's older sister, were amazed to see the elegance of their princess, who would now become her husband's queen.

Aira was in a stand beside Arshad and when she was told to kiss her husband's hand, Aira's hand immediately trembled, as did Arshad.

During this time, neither Aira nor Arsyad had ever interacted with their opposite sex, so both of them were so nervous when they had to touch.

"Come, Honey. Kiss your husband's hand, after that, he'll kiss your forehead" Abi Gabriel said as he put Aira and Arsyad's hands together.

Embarrassedly, Aira kissed Arsyad's hand, behind her veil, her cheeks blushing and feeling hot.

After that, Arsyad kissed his wife's forehead gently.

"You want to see your wife's face, Arsyad?" Abi Gabriel asked but Arsyad shook his head. "Why?" Abi Gabriel asked again, because all this time Arsyad never wanted to even though allowed to see the face of his future wife.

"Later, I'll see it in the room" said Arsyad who immediately made everyone laugh. The couple could only be embarrassed.

...***...

Arsyad took Aira to the bridal room that had been prepared for them, the couple looked timid and awkward, especially Aira who continued to bow her face.

"Do you not want to look at me, zaujatii?" Arsyad asked as he caught Aira's cheek and made her look at him.

Behind her veil, Aira smiled shyly. "You have very beautiful eyes, I'm afraid that everything you look at will fall in love with you" Arsyad said, which made Aira's blood rustle.

"May I see your smile?" Arsyad asked then and Aira could only nod slowly. "I also want to hear your voice" said Arsyad again because since then Aira just shook her head or nodded.

"Yes, Zauji," Aira replied with a soft voice that made Arsyad's heart instantly rustle.

Slowly, and not forgetting to say bismillah, Arsyad opened his wife's veil and immediately Arsyad held his breath to see the beauty that had been hidden behind the veil of Aira.

Arsyad could not find the appropriate words to describe the beauty of his wife.

Aira who was stared at so intensely by her husband was immediately bowed in, her hands were trembling and felt cold, her chest pounding violently.

"You .. very beautiful, Zeda Humaira. I can't even find the proper words to describe your beauty." Aira immediately blushed in embarrassment at the compliment of her husband, the first man to look at her face and praise her so affectionately.

"May I again kiss your forehead as an expression of my love?"

"Do you .. love me?" Aira asked with a slightly wrinkled forehead.

"Of course, we get married because we're in a match, but I marry you, say a contract in your name, because I love you. I don't know why or how, but here...." Arsyad carried Aira's hand to his chest, where his heart was beating very fast. "There's love for you."

"Your love is an amazing gift to me, Mas Arsyad," replied Aira lirih.

"I just hope, there's love for me in your heart, Aira."

Arsyad drew her face closer to Aira's face and then she kissed Aira's forehead so gently while Aira could only close her eyes, enjoying the kiss of her husband that felt so warm in her heart.

"What do you want from me and from our marriage, honey?" Ask Arsyad then.

"Bringing our love to glory, Mass Arsyad."

TBC..

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