Pursuing the Love of My Husband
Part 09 MCS

#Pursuing My Husband's Love part 9 (Holy Promise)

After more than a month of recovery, now Rizki's condition is as usual.

He began to move normally and went back to work. The family has also rearranged the wedding plan that was delayed.

This week, the wedding will be held in a famous hotel in Cirebon City.

“Gua is really grateful you've recovered, Ki. From now on, take good care of yourself, another week your wedding day, lest anything else happen.” Ajis told Rizki.

He looks very worried when Rizki does not wake up from the coma.

After work, Ajis almost spent all his time accompanying Rizki in the hospital.

“During your nemenin cave there, Annisa never stopped praying, reciting, and reciting the Qur’an beside you. He also takes care of all the administration in the hospital. As good as that would-be wife lu.”

“Yes, I also talked about the same thing. Though the father broke the bond of the sermon when the cave coma. You're handing over the decision to Annisa if she wants to receive a proposal from another man. But, said the father he kept waiting for the cave.”

“Eat him, you should be grateful. Gua's sure you'd be happier with Annisa than you were with Sheila. Annisa is superior in every way than Sheila.”

“Hopefully yes, Jis. One day, may the cave be able to love Annisa like the cave loves Sheila.”

Drrrrtt.

The conversation between the two friends stopped with the sound of incoming calls from Rizki's phone.

“Assalamualaikum, Bu” Sapa Rizki to the person across the phone there who turns out to be her mother.

“Waalaikumsalam, Ki. My mom and dad had an invitation. For your friends there, you will send through the expedition, yes.”

“Good, Mom. Thanks though. And sorry, Iki can't help with the preparations there. Because Iki has not been able to leave. Two more days Iki just got his leave, Bu”

“Yes, it's okay son, the important thing is that you are in good health, yes.”

After saying goodbye, the phone connection was cut off.

Rizki contemplates herself who is about to get married.

Married a girl who was not loved by him at all. The sound of rain outside seemed to be cheering his increasingly noisy heart.

Doubtful about himself, doubtful about the decision he made. Will this marriage work out well?

Will Annisa forgive him if she finds out why Rizki married him?

All those questions were piling up in his brain. Add doubts to any decisions he makes.

Married another woman to save her former marriage, but was unsure of the fate of her own marriage. That's what Rizki thought.

***

Today is Rizki and Annisa's wedding. At 08.30 this morning, Rizki had legally married Annisa with a one-breath agreement.

There was an unusual pounding on Annisa's chest as she looked into her husband's eyes.

The beginning of Rizki came to mehitbah, his heart was made to not believe.

After Rizki said the sacred promise, after Annisa's hand shook her hand, after their eyes had halal clashed with each other, after Rizki kissed Annisa's forehead finished akad at that time, and then, annisa's heart is like dancing here and there non-stop.

She is Rizki, the man who has legally become her husband, her first love.

Annisa still remembers when she first met Rizki. At that time, after returning from the public library, the motorbike driven by Annisa broke down right on a deserted road that along the way surrounded by rice fields and coffee plantations.

It is far from the city and the residential area.

It was ten o'clock at night. Annisa can't tell ummi because her phone is running out of battery.

Usually he does not come home this late, but because his friend who works at the library asked Annisa to help him sort through the books that were not feasible, so as to make Annisa go home this late.

The heavy rain fell adding to the fear in Annisa, she tried to shelter under a small roadside hut.

Perhaps the hut was the resting place of the farmers as they were in the fields and in the gardens.

Several times Annisa asked for help from passers-by, but no one would stop helping her.

Amidst the panic, Nisa tries to calm herself down and prays to God for help.

Not long after, a man pulled over. He asked what happened. Annisa tells her the bike is breaking down, but the gasoline is still full.

Soon the man helped Annisa check his motorbike, checking in detail what damage caused the motor to break down.

He took out some tools from the trunk of the motor he was carrying, and meticulously repaired Annisa's motor.

Annisa felt relieved, in the middle of the night and heavy rain like this there were still good people who wanted to help her.

“It's done the motor.” The man said while taking care of his equipment.

“Alhamdulillah, this Mas for cigarette money as well as my gratitude because Mas already want to help. If there is no Mas, I do not know until when is here.” Annisa offered him two pieces of red money.

“Sorry Deck, Mas don't smoke. Just save the money, Mas sincerely help.” The answer is refusing Annisa's giving.

Annisa and the man sat in the shade waiting for the rain to subside. There was no conversation other than gratitude.

A car passed in front of them. From the light of the car, at first glance Annisa could see the person next to her had a sweet face and a sharp nose, but immediately, she immediately turned her gaze away.

Soon, the rain stopped. Annisa told me to go first.

“You're going that way right?” Asked the man to Nisa while pointing at the direction.

Annisa nodded.

“It just so happens that Mas is also going that way. Later Mas escort you from the back yes, to the intersection of the city. It's late at night, it's not good women drive alone in the middle of the night.”

That event happened a year ago. But still stuck in Annisa's memory.

The events that made her first time to admire the figure of a man.

Since then, Annisa has always left her feeling in prayer.

The miracle happened when Ummi told Annisa that the son of his friend was looking for a future wife. Even more surprising, when mother, father and Rizki come to menghitbahnya.

The figure of the man who that night helped him, and since then also disturbed his mind, now comes home to preach himself.

Gratitude is unceasingly spoken Annisa in the heart. This is truly the miracle of prayer that he always prays when he looks to His Lord.

“Nisa tired, yes?” Rizki went into the room, she had just returned to the Ashar Prayer in the mosque.

Annisa replied with a small smile, her throat was choked.

Shame to be in a room with men even though they are halal.

Annisa looks very nervous, but not with Rizki who looks ordinary.

“Have Prayers?” ask again while putting the prayer mat and sheath that has been folded on the nightstand next to the dressing table.

“Already, Mas” answers still timidly.

Annisa had already taken a shower and stripped off her wedding dress as well as her makeup, but was still wearing the hijab.

She has not dared to open the hijab in front of Rizki who is now her legal husband.

Naturally, this was the first time Annisa had interacted directly with men. Rizki also seems not interested in seeing the appearance of Nisa who is without a hijab.

‘Maybe she was exhausted because of the wedding reception this morning,’ Annisa said in her heart.

Their wedding reception was not long. Starting at 08.30 am, until the time of Dzuhur only.

The guests are only family and closest friends. In addition, male guests and female guests are also separate places, deliberately in such a concept, so as not to happen khalwat for them.

There was one incident that was enough to upset Annisa at the reception this morning.

A beautiful long-haired woman in a pink knee-length dress came over to Rizki.

That woman is Sheila. His gaze was completely different, as implying regret. Her tears are flowing. He was about to hug Rizki, but swiftly, Rizki managed to reject him.

Annisa's heart seemed to be sliced, her chest tight withholding jealousy, her eyes reddened as if holding back a cry.

It feels like Annisa told Sheila that now she is fully entitled to Rizki.

And she had every right to tell Sheila not to bother her husband anymore.

But it was done because Nisa did not do it because she was afraid it would cause problems at her wedding.

“Tadi ummi told Mas to invite you to eat when you have finished praying. Ummi has prepared his food for us, worried you soybean he said.”

Annisa does look a little tired. Tired of the reception, also a jealous heart due to the events of this morning.

“Nis, why even daydream?” Rizki's voice breaks Annisa's daydream.

“Ngak kok Mas. Yeah, let's go to the dinner table. Ummi must have been waiting.” Take Nisa.

Then they passed together towards the dining room. Looking at Rizki's face, made her heart even more shady. Annisa has fallen in love, despite only a few hours being his wife.

In the dining room, Ummi was waiting with his cooking that always spoiled the tongue.

His smile expands to see his daughter who has been betrothed. Eyes glazed.

Ummi was moved to see her son come with a husband who tightly grasped his hand.

In his mind, it must be implied that his favorite child now belongs to someone else. Ummi, a great woman who always inspires and encourages Annisa.

“Duh, the newlyweds are very sticky Masyaa Allah. Not wrong son, this Ummi choice?”

Annisa's cheeks flushed when teased ummi. Rizki only smiled faintly in response to the ummi temptation.

They then dissolve in the sustenance of food on the table. Today was truly the most beautiful day for Annisa.

‘Although without Abi, but Abipun would be happy if there knew this special day’ Annisa said in his mind.

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