Neglected Loyalty
Wedding day

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From dawn Zia was already in makeup in her room, he wears a white kebaya that does not show his curves but falls beautifully on Zia's body to follow where Zia's body moves there are several sparkles of sequins adorning the kebaya to add shine to Zia's beauty.

Zia stared at her reflection in the mirror that was in the make up, this was the second time she dressed up and wore a kebaya for a very sacred day.

This time perhaps Zia admits she looks more beautiful because of her prospective in-laws plus flawless makeup that blends perfectly, eyes that are decorated with rose gold eyes shadaw, look lashes lentik without false eyelashes, eyebrows that have been thick and neatly arranged without having to be shaved, Zia's cheeks are slightly chubby given a brown-colored blush to impress a little thin, thin, lips with nude color look as sweet as gulali. Yes Zia is more impressed sweet than glamour because the makeup is not too excessive.

Zia's small house looks crowded and crowded with residents who help each other and children who go back and forth there.

The small garden in his house has been beautifully transformed by two white benches paired opposite each other with a white table decorated with various flowers as the limit and there are also several benches lined up in full length neatness there. Very simple, there is no guarantee that the two brides will sit because after the agreement later in the afternoon they will hold a barbeque with family and residents of the complex around Zia's house.

Saf and Aif are no less beautiful wearing dresses that match Icha later, they frenzied at home without being able to stay with his friends without fear of their dresses exposed to dirt.

Zia carried her hand right in her heart, it was very loud there because soon the bridegroom's family would have arrived here.

"Zoe..."

"Mr.."

"How do you feel now, son?"

"Zia deg-degan sir."

"Can you still handle that?"

"This father, yes still sir, if not deg-deg die dong Zia.."

"Eh.."

"Father who started first." Zia murmured with her lips washed away.

"The big man still likes to snack like a little boy, too" I approached Zia who was sitting on her bed, "Are you happy son?"

"Zia doesn't know sir, to be happy or sad. Happy there is still another paradise where Zia saves her reward, sad because the Heaven that Zia always wanted always with Zia now has to change."

"You know that a soul mate is included in the provisions of God, as much as any avoidance if a soul mate must meet, "

"Yes, Zia knows."

"Zia remembers that no matter how much love will remain beside your husband, be a strength for him when he is weak, be a shelter when he is sad, be his shelter when the heat pierces the heart, be warm when he feels cold.

Husband is an independent person but really he wants to be pampered, noticed and treated with respect.

Give your smile and embrace always because it will be a cure for fatigue when he is tired in work and tired in various problems.

"Yes sir, inshaallah will admit..." Zia looked at her Father's old eyes.

"But if he hurts you physically and mentally breaks his boundaries, I'm ready to be where you go home son, this hand that used to carry you, still able to carry you when you can not stand up again.

These legs that always make a living because you grow up can still give you life when despair comes to you.

It's a body that looks old but still strong to hold and hold you until it never lets you get hurt."

"Bapa." Zia hugged her Father tightly..

"Don't cry son, be happy.because happiness is what we seek, it is not he who approaches."

"Yes sir, thank you Zia dear father." Tears appeared to have come out wetting Zia's cheeks..

"Not yet in the agreement already cry, tuh tuh makeup. later considered not the same marriage of an angel but the same clown."

"The father made this sad Zia uda sneered again.."

"Hc ..ha..You can not see the father's daughter sad for a long time. Yes, you come out first. You stay here until the deal is over. Maybe they'll be there soon."

"Yes sir.."

Zia is now alone in the room, she takes her husband's figura on the nightstand.

"Mas, thank you for all the outpouring of affection that has always been abundant for me, the story of Zia and Farhan is now finished even though I finally left me first but for me this is the most beautiful and happy story. Many things that you have given, many things that you do, and many things that you voice, all are neatly arranged in our storybook, he said, no one can match it because everyone has a different story. Zia will open a new book mas and Zia does not yet know what the story will be like but what Zia believes is mas will remain on the side of Zia's heart that reads memories.." Zia smilingly looked at Farhan's face there while stroking gently.

"Goodbye, may we meet again there."

Zia put her husband's figura back on the nightstand.

From the outside came a lively cheer that indicated the groom had arrived...

Suddenly, nervousness attacked Zia, and she sat back on her bed..

"Bismillah, O Allah, send forth and find the path you have set, O Allah." Zia prayed while linking her hands together..

"Son.."...

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