Not the Perfect Wife
75. Follows
"Already, Fa. You have to be strong, hopefully this is the best choice God has given you" Yasna said.
Long enough Fazilah cried and it made Fazilah makeup messy, Yasna helped fix his makeup.although it was fixed still can not cover the puffy face of Fazilah and his red eyes.
Knock the door from outside the room, followed by a call asking the bride to come out, who else called if not Mama Mirna.
"Fazilah, is everything ready?"
"Already, Auntie," said Yasna as she opened the door.
"Come, out! Everyone's waiting, pak pengulu has also come."
"Yes, Ma. We're ready."
Fazilah came out of the room followed by Yasna, although the woman was smiling, Mirna could see her daughter's puffy face, but she didn't want to ask now. After the show is over, he will ask.
When they came out, they could see the guests who had filled his house. Fazilah had deliberately asked for a marriage certificate held at home, regarding the reception he actually did not want, but the Hisham family forced to carry out the reception in a luxury building.
Fazilah went down the stairs followed by Yasna and Aunt Mirna. The bride just lowered her head, she did not dare to look at the guests, because her eyes had now turned red from crying. Fazilah does not want everyone to think a no-no.
Fazila sat beside hisham who was in front of a ruler. Mama Mirna put on a long white cloth that Fazilah had previously used as her head covering.
The event had already begun with the prayers of an Ustaz, Fazilah sighed as he smelled a perfume that was none other than, the owner is Hafidz. The woman closed her eyes for a moment, in order to expel her heartbreak.
Though at this time, Hisham who was beside him, but he could not smell the perfume, it was far from him that smelled.
"Can we start?" ask penghulu.
"Can, sir," replied the guests.
"The groom, are you ready?" ask penghulu.
"Ready, sir."
"Woman, are you ready?"
"Ready," Fazilah replied in a hoarse voice.
Hisham shook the hand of the ruler.
"I marry you and I control you, brother Ahmad Hisham bin Hartono with sister Nur Fazilah bint Ali Rahmad, whose guardian has represented me to marry him to you, with a dowry a set of instruments of prayer and cash of two million rupiah paid in cash."
Fazilah's tears dripped, she could not help her sadness any longer, she would soon become a wife and she had to obey her husband.
Likewise with Hafidz, he chose to leave the event immediately before it was all finished, he could not see his loved ones become the wives of others.
While Hisham was silent, he could not answer, did not know why suddenly his tongue felt faint to answer.
"Brother Hisham, please answer-"
"Go."
Everyone was amazed at what Hisham said.
"Hisam, what do you mean?" ask Marissa, Hisham's mother.
"Go away, Fa." finally the word came from Hisham's lips.
"What do you mean?" ask Fazilah.
"Sorry, Sir. It looks like this event can not be continued," Hisham told the penghulu. "Go, before I change my mind." Hisham stared fixedly at Fazilah.
Although Hisham did not fully understand the reason for asking him to leave, but he soon went to catch up with Hafidz, he only realized that Hafidz was not in place because he was going to leave soon, Fazila looked at the direction of the clock and the current showing at 9:30 means another thirty minutes the plane will take off.
Fazilah went after Hafidz by motorbike, he did not care at all about the appearance now that still uses kebaya.
"Sorry, Ma, I can't force Fazilah to marry me, he never loved me. I can't live with a woman who never loved me, what will my house be?"
"Then what about our family? You just think about that woman without thinking about our family's good name, how do we explain everything to the guests who will come at the reception later?"
"Let me talk to them later."
Marissa was upset with her son who was not careless, even though she was very happy before Hisham wanted to get married.
Several times Marissa introduced Hisham to her friend's son, but none of them could interest Hisham and when her son agreed it was the woman who did not want to.
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Fazalah drives his bike at high speed. After arriving at the airport he went around looking for Hafidz, many pairs of eyes were looking at him strangely because Fazilah was wearing a kebaya, but the woman did not care, the important thing for him right now was to find the man who filled his heart.
As his eyes stopped on a clock that showed the number ten over fifteen minutes, he became lethargic. Means Hafidz is gone, now how to meet Hafidz, he himself does not know where the man went.
Fazilah was sitting on a chair, suddenly a man asked her.
"Why are you sitting here?"
Fazilah raised his head. The woman's tears could not be held back, this time she cried not because she was sad, but because she was happy. It turns out that her heart lover is still here.
The man was Hafiz, he was still at the airport, Fazilah immediately hugged him, shedding a cry on the man's chest. Not only is Fazila happy, Hafiz is also happy because he can unite with the woman he loves.
For a long time they hugged, but not a single person dared to look at him because it was certain that Hafiz's men were driving him away.
They broke down the embrace, Hafidz immediately took off his coat and put it on Fazilah's body.
"Why did you come here wearing a kebaya? You're like the bride who ran away at the wedding."
Fazilah hitting Hafidz's chest made the man grimace, although it did not hurt at all.
"I'm going to run away, it's all because of you, too" Fazilah replied with a frown, leaving Hafidz chuckling.
"Come, we're home! You are b*doh, why not just call? Why go all the way here?"
Fazila cursed to herself, she suddenly became dazed.
"So Hisham called me, he said, your marriage is off and he canceled it himself. He also said that you came here."
"So you already know before and that's what keeps you from leaving?" ask Fazilah.
"Yes, dong. When there was a bride who ran away because of me, even I just left, anyway!" ledek Hafidz's.
"Then I go home." Fazilah left Hafidz, and the man followed him.
"I'm craving, baby."
"Don't follow me."
"Totally? Yes, I'm just going abroad."
"If you dare to leave I will scramble the plane" threatened Fazilah.
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