RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 101

A week later....

...Happy New Life...

...For Sani and Haris...

The writing was clearly displayed and large in front of the living room which has now been transformed into a guarantee. Various silver and white wedding ornaments have been installed since yesterday. The veneer looks magnificent and beautiful. A beautiful carved chair with matching colors, brings a luxurious impression at the wedding.

The atmosphere in Niah's house since blind morning has been crowded. Niah's house was crowded with guests arriving. The guest came from Mas Haris family who came from the city and also from my mother and father.

So full, the father was forced to make an emergency tent that was used as a place to cook and other activities.

Our neighbors since two days ago have also come to help the customers. This is how we live in the village. If there is one of the residents who have a celebration, then the surrounding residents will come in droves to help. Many things they can do such as cooking, helping to make cakes and also other things.

The hustle and bustle of people talking to each other along with the sound of screaming and laughter of their children filled the cheer in the house.

Inside the bridal room, Saniah who had finished bathing was now preparing - ready to be decorated. The bride-to-be Haris was unrelenting - hentinya spread a smile. There was a happy look drawn on his clean and taper face.

Finally after going through various trials, God gave her a beautiful gift. A man she had never expected, had chosen herself and asked her to be a companion, wife, and mother-to-be for the boys. The man who used to be the lover of Asma, his own best friend.

When she remembered Asthma, Saniah recalled her meeting with Asthma a few days ago.

The day after her arrival at Jubair's house, which ended in Ambo's condition, Saniah calls Asma and makes an appointment to meet with her best friend.

Asma is now pregnant with her fourth child. Asthma is only two months old. Of course Syafrie is bucin on Asthma, the more overprotective it is.

Therefore, after calling Asma, he immediately called Syafrie to ask permission to meet Asma. Saniah also said if Syafrie should deliver Asma itself, because in addition to avoiding slander, also to avoid misunderstanding between them.

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However a little, Saniah understands the past story of Asma and Haris. So he did not want Syafrie to be bad at his best friend and make their relationship become tenuous.

And just as he wanted, the four of them finally met. Asma invites Saniah and Haris to the beach. Because now the beach that is close to the house of Astma is a marine attraction that is again crowded with fans.

As per Saniah's request, Syafrie had indeed come to deliver Asma to meet him. But he was not alone, but came with all their children.

Asthma's stomach looked a little distended and her body was somewhat full from the last time they met.

" Fika you're big now" said Niah to the beautiful daughter Asma who is now four years old. While in Syafrie's arms a two-year-old toddler was sleeping.

" Your son who is carrying Syafrie boy or girl? " ask Niah curiously.

" Just like his Father and Fadil." replied Asma lightly.

" Well, dong series..!" answer Niah who is directly possessed by Asma.

" Dear, I want to take the kids down the street with Haris, yeah. Long time no talk. You're not papa, are you, if I stay? "

Asma nodded and then resumed the delayed chat with Niah. While Haris and Syafrie and the children decided to walk along the beach.

" I'm so happy that you finally found your true happiness. About Mas Haris, I don't care, Niah. I've long since told that man to marry any woman. It's just, I didn't expect, if it turns out Mas Haris' soul mate is you. I'm so happy with your marriage."

" So you're not mad that I married Mas Haris? "

" Why should I be angry. I'm happy with Syafrie. Although our past was quite dark, I finally couldn't lie to my heart that I still loved Syafrie, despite how deep the wounds she had inflicted on me. After all, it was not his will, but his will. I can understand and understand how my husband's suffering is. Now, we are happy. I love Syafrie more and more and don't want to be separated from her. So how could I still expect Mas Haris? "

" When are you getting married? " ask Asma. I suddenly felt nervous when I heard Asthma's question.

" Say, father, this week" I replied at last.

Asthma's eyes were round in disbelief.

" Ihhh. Handak married kada bakesah wan ulun, nah. "he cried in Banjar language. Niah chuckled at the grunts of Asma.

" I'm sorry, but you want to come? I invited you and Syafrie to come to my wedding. Don't forget to bring all your children and your mother. I miss my mom and my wife Alfie."

" Of course we will come because the one who will get married is Saniah, Asmawati's good friend Basrie. I'm so happy with your marriage, Niah. May you and Mas Haris be a fool until old age, until death do you part. "said Asma full day while hugging me. The two of us had a chance with hearts filled with happiness. My heart is relieved and at once moved.

" Mom, let's get dressed now, Dad. Let me help put her clothes on" said the bridal makeup artist who made me re-conscious.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Niah and Haris' wedding was held.

The father himself will be a witness to marry me to Mas Haris in front of the ruler.

The atmosphere is full of novelty and solemn. Mas Haris smoothly recited ijab qabul in front of the ruler. The man who had shaken his hand is now officially my husband, my priest and the place where I will scavenge the field of reward.

Amid the festive wedding party, suddenly the atmosphere turned silent along with the presence of a man dressed in batik in the middle of the party with a woman whose hair was dyed blonde.

Whispers - whispered invited guests who attended immediately invited the attention of the two brides.

Niah's face immediately turned pale when she saw who was present at her wedding reception.

Jubair came with Meli, his wife. Niah nodded in the bridal seat. Indeed, the story between him and Jubair was long over. He also had no feelings for the man. However, to be reunited with Jubair at a time like this makes Niah a little bit groggy and all wrong.

Mas Haris clasped Niah's hand tightly. The man seemed to know what I was feeling.

" Don't be nervous. He just came to fulfill my invitation. A few days ago, I came to see Jubair. I ask him to learn to teach you. Because for a moment, you'll be mine. And as proof if he's willing to let you go, then he should come to attend your wedding, Prime Rose" whispered Mas Haris.

I was hypnotized to hear Mas Haris say. Until I unconsciously nodded..

Jubair and Meli stepped closer to the venue where Niah and Haris were sitting together.

The man's eyes straightened towards Niah. Being stared at like that makes Niah groggy. His hand held even tighter on Haris's arm. Haris could feel the nervousness of his wife until the man finally patted the back of his wife's arm and gave a smile full of support for the wife.

" It's okay, prime rose, everything will be fine." whispered softly.

" Have a good life, deck. May you be happy. And forgive my mistakes all along. I've hurt your heart a lot." said Jubair with a sad face.

The man tried to smile even though his heart was not willing. But he could do nothing because Niah no longer wanted to go back with him and choose another man because his heart was tired of holding on.

"Thank you, sister. "that's all Niah can say. He's too nervous right now.

Jubair then looked at Haris, "I leave him to you. Happy is she, for as long as she is with me she never gets it. I apologize for my attitude all along. I'm taking Niah. Please take care of her, Bro. " said Jubair while patting Haris on the shoulder. The two men hugged each other and gave each other support.

After congratulating Haris and Niah, Jubair decides to go home soon. He couldn't afford to linger there. It was too painful for her to see Saniah sitting next to Haris. Although his mouth said sincerely but his heart was not willing.

" Prime Rose, if tired of sitting and resting. Save the energy for the night." whispered Haris in Niah's ear. A cheeky smile fell on his lips. Next to his eyebrows up and down tempting presents a red tinge on Niah's face.

Oh, my God, he forgot about it. Niah's heart so thumping - pounding not because. How is this, he thought tense. Niah's heart suddenly wry. FIRST NIGHT.....????