Not the Perfect Wife
156. S2 - Happy day
The day everyone was waiting for finally arrived. The day on which, Aydin and Nayla's wedding will be held will be the most historic day for both of them.
Everyone was very happy with this show. Especially the host of a famous businessman. The whole family wears Nayla design clothes that are deliberately made uniforms for every family member.
Yasna initially wanted to replace it with money. However, the girl refused. He even threatened to cancel the marriage if the woman insisted on giving him money. Finally, she gave in and accepted it.
This is the first time Emran and Yasna have met Roni, Nayla's father. They had never met before.
“How are you Mr. Emran, sorry to say hello to you,” Roni said by shaking Emran's hand.
“It is precisely I who should apologize Mr. Roni. It should have been me who greeted you,” Emran said.
“No need, you honorable people do not greet people like me.”
“Don't say that, sir. We are all equal in the eyes of God.”
Emran looked at Roni. He thought about whether this change of his iron was earnest or because there was something he was after.
“It turns out to be true what Nayla said, You are indeed a good person and I hope my daughter will be happy together with your family. Not like being with me" Roni said with her head down.
“Every child will definitely be happier when he is with his biological parents, Mr. Roni. I cannot possibly replace Mr. Roni in Nayla's heart. It's just that I'll try to treat Nayla like my own daughter.”
“Thank you, Mr. Emran. Thank you Ms. Yasna.”
"Together, Mr. Roni. I thank Mr. Roni, for attending this event" said Yasna.
"Nayla's my daughter. I should have come."
Yasna nodded. Honestly the woman was uncomfortable with Roni's presence. Somehow he felt that something was hidden by him, but he did not want to be so bad. Yasna chose silence as if not thinking of anything.
“After the wedding event will begin. Come, we're going to the event venue!” bring Emran.
“Papa get there first. Mommy wants to see the bride, is ready yet," said Yasna.
Emran nodded his head and passed along with Roni. While Yasna went to the bride's dressing room. There was already Rini who gave advice to Nayla about her future household.
“Beauty once Mother's child! Mother until pangling see it," exclaimed Yasna as she entered the room occupied by Nayla.
“Mother could have. Mother is prettier than me.”
“You like to tease. This mother is old, where is the beautiful location?”
“But Mbak Yasna is beautiful. Although his son is two and now wants to have a daughter-in-law, but still looks young. Even Aydin looks like Mbak Yasna's sister is not like a child" said Rini who confirmed Nayla's remarks.
“Mbak Rini, could have. Mbak Rini is also beautiful, kok.”
They also talked and joked while waiting for the ruler to come. Yasna was trying to melt the atmosphere. He knew for sure that Nayla was currently tense because of that he was trying to cheer up his future daughter-in-law.
Yasna also told Aydin of his habits and everything about his son. However, he did not tell me about himself who a mother connected to. Let Aydin say it himself.
It wasn't long for the phone inside Yasna's bag to ring. The name Afrin is there. The woman immediately picked him up. His daughter reported that the pengupulu sir had come and he asked Yasna to bring the bride to the place of the contract. Yasna also agreed.
"Yes, Mother," answered Nayla with increasing nervousness. His hands began to cool and slightly shook. Yasna who understood, immediately grasped both palms of her daughter-in-law. Trying to convey warmth and calmness.
"Please yourself first. Take a deep breath, take it out slowly. There's Mother and Aunt Rini here. You're not alone."
Nayla smiled hearing that. This is what makes the girl feel comfortable in Aydin's family.
"I feel like my mom is here too. It's in our midst" said Nayla with teary eyes.
"Your mother will always be on every road you take. You have to be sure of that. The Ridhonya is always for you" said Yasna, a Nayla. "It's quiet? Come on, let's get out!"
Nayla nodded and smiled. He came out flanked by Yasna and Rini. They walked to the place where the marriage contract was held, with slow and sure steps, the bride began to enter the room. Nayla's heart beat faster with each step.
While at the place of akad, Aydin was no less nervous. From earlier he rubbed the sweat that almost dripped.in front of his seat was Roni and also Pak Penghulu.
The atmosphere suddenly became silent making Aydin raise his head. He turned his head to look at what people were doing and their gazes, fixed on an object of such a beautiful sight. Who else if not the bride.
Aydin followed their views. Instantly he pegged. The man was so overwhelmed by what he saw. Aydin did not expect that Nayla was so very beautiful with a white kebaya dress, with a purple accent.
Hair that is intentionally covered with a hijab. A singer and a series of jasmine coiled above the head, further adding to her beauty. Aydin did not blink at all, he was very fascinated with his future wife.
Emran who was behind pinched his son's back. Aydin realized that he had been staring at his future wife. He tried to neutralize his nervousness.
Nayla walked over to a chair that had been reserved for her. The chair was next to Aydin. He didn't look in any direction at all. From earlier the woman just looked down while playing her two palms that have been decorated with henna.
"Hows it? Ready already?" ask pak penghulu.
"Already, sir," answered several people simultaneously.
"All right, come on, let's get started! Please, Sir."
Pengghulu let an ustadz start the event with prayer, hoping that their marriage will last until death picks up. Whatever trials come to their lives, hopefully they can be overcome easily.
Both Aydin and Nayla guarantee everything that is said from the lips of a ustaz. Yasna's eyes glazed over, finally she could see her son getting married. Although not her biological child, but she felt overwhelmed by all this.
'Brother Dinda, our son is married. Look at! He's very happy. He chose the right woman. Hopefully, Ma'am, there is also happy to see it,'
"If you want to cry, cry. It's a natural thing that every mother in the world feels" whispered Alina in her daughter's ear.
.
.
.
.
.