Replacement Lightning Match
Chapters. 3 First Night

"I received the marriage and marriage of Salwa Hanifa bint Abdul Somad with a dowry a set of prayer tools and a hundred thousand rupiah in cash. "

"Huh? "

"Well!! " Witnesses are right.

"Where's the bride? "

Salwa came out of the room guided by her mother and her budenya, slowly walking and sitting next to a man named Imran Maulana.

Baarakallahu likulii wahidimmingkumaa fii shaahibihi wa jama'a bainakumma fii khayrin.

It means: "May God bless you, both in joy and sorrow and always gather you both in good."

"Now put your hand on the yam and kiss your wife Imran's forehead! "

Imran faced Salwa and placed his hand on Salwa's head.

Allahumma inni as 'aluka khairah wa khairam - jabaltaha alaih. Wa a 'udzubika min syarriha wa syarrima jabaltaha alaih.

That is, “Yes Allah, to you I ask for the good of my wife and the goodness of the nature that You created for her. I take refuge in You from the ugliness of my wife and the ugliness of the nature You created her.”

All eyes looked at Haru. With trembling hands Salwa took Imran's hand and kissed the back of his hand. Shamefully Salwa sat down beside Imran. And every now and then Imran glances at his wife's face. He was fascinated by the beauty of his wife.

"Pretty."

One word engulfed Imran's heart as he stared at Salwa's face. Imran is very grateful to get a beautiful wife again sholehah, let alone a cottage child. He could not see Salwa. The radiance of his aura made Imran amazed.

"Thank you God, you give me this angel's wife. What a beautiful creation O Allah. " Thank you Imran in the heart.

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First Night.

Salwa sat on the edge of the bed, she looked stiff and a little agitated. Between fear and confusion waiting for Imran who has not yet entered the room.

"Assalamualaik."

Imran came in and took off his skullcap. He went into the bathroom. When he came out he was wearing gloves and underwear only. Then change his clothes for prayer.

"Why not wudhu? Let's pray sunah first. "

"Well, " replied Salwa a little dazed and stiff. He hoped there was a miracle or something in order to melt this very gripping atmosphere. Salwa is not ready for unboxing! Hehe.

"Oh, I want to be in this place after prayer, I'm not ready yet. " Salwa's mind wandered around imagining what would happen next.

So delusional brain that did not think about what would happen next, he forgot his footing when he wanted to enter the bathroom.

BRAAAKKK.

"Astaghfirullah Salwa, why are you? " Shouted Imran running into the bathroom. Salwa was on the bathroom floor.

Imran immediately helped get up and carried Salwa and sat him in bed. "You why? Dizziness? Is anyone sick?"

"It's okay! " That's all that was said from Salwa's mouth, when the pain he felt as if piercing his body from the impact.

"Yes, I just pray the sunnah. "

Salwa nodded slowly, "Aduuhh... My shame! Why wear everything fall. It would ruin my image. Aduuhhh. " Salwa looked at her knees. Just blush his skin.

"What's so hard about the impact? "

Imran who is a traveling baker has legally become Salwa's husband. Only with a brief introduction like the seller and the buyer know it now even become husband and wife, they immediately married without knowing each other.

Imran took off his white shirt and coffee, he sat on the bed beside Salwa. He realized that Salwa did not move like a statue. He looked at his wife's back and smiled.

"You can take off your veil, I'm your husband now. "

" hm. "

Salwa did not move, she bowed and twisted the tip of her pure white veil. His feet he swing, as if looking for his own busyness. His mouth said nothing like someone was locking it up.

"really? " Salwa repllex turned around when she heard the statement and she immediately looked at the man before her without intentionally leaving a very close distance.

Shocked at the sight, he immediately turned his eyes back.

"Salwa Hanifa, what's your favorite color? "

"Green. Imran Mas? "

"Blue. "

Imran felt tired on his waist because of a day of sitting and standing. He was sure that Salwa felt the same. Salwa was still in the first position he saw. Sitting dangling his legs at the tip of the lip of the mattress.

"Lay. You must be tired. This roll becomes our barrier. Or am I just sleeping downstairs? " Imran fishing rod so that Salwa can slightly reduce the tension.

"Don't. Use the bolster barrier only. "slowly Salwa raised his feet on the bed. And bring his head closer to the pillow that is waiting. Salwa spread her head still wrapped in a veil.

Imran wanted to reprimand but was not spoken. But he let it go, Let it be saturated later also like that. Think Imran in his lock. He pretended to be asleep. Then he took a gander from his eyelids.

Salwa is removing her white veil, and divorcing her tired long hair trapped in her hair ties.

"Goddessa, beauty. "

Deg.

Imran's heart was stung by a flash of electricity when he saw Salwa's face.

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"Ustadz Hilman's. Wait for... I have something to talk about. " Zahrana ran over to Hilman who was returning from teaching the son of the stanawiyah madrasah (Mts).

"What's up Za? "

"I'd like to propose about computer training for students. Can Ustadz Hilman tell Kiayi. Because it is very useful for our cottage santriwati. "

"alright. I'll tell you later. " Hilman's face was still gloomy, he couldn't lie to the sadness of his heart.

"Does Ustadz Hilman still think of Salwa? "

"Emm why Zahrana? "

"Yes that. I was sad when I found out that too. Ustadz Hilman is not looking for a replacement. "

"you mean? " Hilman was confused by the direction Zahrana spoke.

"Later tell me if Kiayi agrees or not. Thanks Tadz. "

"Yes Equally. "

After Zahrana moved away from Hilman, the teacher next to Hilman immediately cursed.

"You don't understand Man, he likes you. "

"I mean Ustadz Yahya likes how, don't conclude that it doesn't. "

"Yee, you don't believe me. You need to study first if the romance problem is the same as me Man. Uh know no. There is a saying, one dead grows a thousand. So don't worry and be sad. "

"Ustadz Yahya this could have been. "

Hilman was just a bland smile. His heart still hurts and does not accept when the person he loves turns out to be a thief.

"Why are you Man, still sad because Abi decided your match with Salwa. "

"Hilman felt Abi was overdoing it with him. "

"Like Hilman, I obviously don't want to have a thief's ghost. Moreover, all santriwati know that. Want to put where your Abi face is. "

"Pig... "

"I'll find Salwa's replacement for you. "