Sequel My Ustadz My Husband - Prospective Master
The Part 58

Amar took Maryam and the rest of his family to the hotel where they would host the reception. And they're starting breakfast for tonight's event.

Maryam and Amar are in one of the super magnificent rooms that have been decorated for newlyweds. And the beloved of Amar's heart is being groomed at this time. A very beautiful white dress like a queen dress wrapped Maryam's body but like Maryam's wishes, not a single dress showed her curves. Hijab with the same color and veil was increasingly showing to the senses of Bilal and Asma's daughter. After all is ready, now high heels with matching colors are also worn on him.

Maryam is really serving like a queen now.

Likewise with Amar, he was ready with a tuxedo whose price must be exorbitant it makes Amar look very handsome, masculine, memesoan like a Greek god. Has anyone seen a Greek god?

Asma, Yasmin, Firda and the others can no longer hide their happiness to escort their beloved girl to the gates of her new life.

Maryam who is now ready with her perfect look looks nervous. Invitational guests who come very much, what else from the family of his father and mother does have many relatives. But even so, Amar's guests were much more numerous, many times over even though his family member was just Granny Amy. Because of Amar's business relations he invited not only from outside the city but even from abroad.

Actually Maryam was also sad, thinking about the family of Amar's mother, how would they feel if Amar married and they were not invited? They must be very sad.

"Hi, Marry...."

Maryam was surprised and immediately turned to the direction of the voice she was very familiar with. Instantly his mouth opened wide with perfectly glared eyes, in disbelief and he thought this must be a dream.

"You look gorgeous, Marry. Just like a real queen"

"Ana's? You here? No way, how can it be?" cry Maryam with eyes that have glazed glass and her tears have almost spilled.

Afsana took a quick step and immediately embraced her already very beautiful sister.

"Oh my God, is this real?" maryam asked while giving a soft punch on Afsana's cheek made Afsana laugh. Then Afsana retaliated giving a slightly harder punch on Maryam's cheek "Sick...." whimpered Maryam and then hugged Afsana again "But how can it? You're taking the exam, right?"

"Yupz, I was even called while I was going through the exam, the boarding house called me in person, then said Abi picked me up, I was almost hanging back then, he said, I was afraid there was something bad until Abi picked me up"

"But how could Uncle Hubab pick you up?"

"Because Amar asked, he sent Abi and his private jet to pick me up"

"Very unbelievable" murmured Maryam. Amar would do such a big thing for her "Whatever the reason, the important thing is now that you're here, I am so happy" the two sisters re-hugged.

"Oh yes, the event is about to start, emm you pack one of my dresses yes" exclaimed Maryam later because Afsana still uses her pesantren uniform.

"No need, Miss" exclaimed a woman there "Master Amar has prepared a dress for Miss Afsana, we will take care of her" the woman showed a bone-white dress that looks very elegant.

Then the makeup artists began to dress Afsana, helping Afsana wear her dress.

And sure enough Maryam's guess, Afsana looks very graceful. Somehow and where Amar got the dress and could tell it was a perfect fit for Afsana.

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The host opened the wedding reception Amar Degazi and Maryam Yusuf by giving greetings to the guests who came, then the welcoming of the family of the bride and then the two brides.

Bilal took his wife and Granny Amy into the ballroom which is now decorated with a very beautiful, magnificent, like a princess party from a castle. Faraz and Rafa also walk side by side and the two men walk like crown princes, followed by other family members. Maria who was also present there could not take her eyes off Faraz, who was very handsome with his tuxedo and bow tie.

Until now, when he welcomed the two brides. Amar took the wife, walking slowly as the king brought his queen to the throne. Firda and Afsana behind them.

The presence of Afsana was very surprising Rafa and Faraz who did not know Afsana had come home.

The two brothers looked stunned at the beauty and elegance of Afsana. But Faraz immediately turned his gaze and now he looked at his beautiful sister.

Unyil, his sister doesn't look like Unyil anymore, but looks like a princess.

After the reception the bride and groom are finished and the two brides are on the throne of the king and queen. Now the guests took turns to congratulate the queen king last night.

"Medicine..." Faraz approached Afsana who was sitting at a table that had been prepared specifically for the family and there was also Maria there. Afsana and Maria seemed to be talking, perhaps Afsana was asking how Mary could now seem so different.

"Sister Faraz..." Afsana greeted Faraz with her wide smile. And at once Afsana remembered the diary she had left in Faraz's room. Has Faraz read it?

"Where can you be here, Dek?" ask Faraz who is also no less surprised like Maryam.

"Pick up Ana, sister. He told Amar, he said he wanted to give a surprise to Marry"

"Thank God. This happiness will not be complete if there is no you" exclaimed Faraz and he looked very happy to see Afsana.

In view of his attitude, Afsana suspects Faraz has not read his message. But how can it? Afsana was about to ask if Faraz read his book but arrived Rafa came and greeted Afsana. Rafa clucked in awe with Afsana's appearance, he praised her, making Afsana smile in embarrassment.

Then they sat at that table, four of them. Chatting and occasionally talking about the two brides who seem very harmonious.

There were so many guests who came, congratulating Amar and Maryam. Although none of Amar's relationships are known to Maryam. There are even those from the land of Upin Ipin, there are also those from the land of Naruto, even to the land of the Joker. I don't know how Amar knows them all, but now Maryam understands why Amar can be so rich.

Both of them enjoyed the event with great happiness. And Maryam did not expect her event to be as luxurious and grand as this. He feels very special.

"Not full yet, Fir?" ask Asma who saw the coponannya was very greedy even though his body was small and his stomach was thin. Either put in the intestine where it's food.

"Already, but Firda likes it" Firda answered innocently "Firda wants to go to the toilet first, pee keblet" he said.

"Do you want anterin? Later stray you know" cried Asma but Firda shook his head.

"That's going" he answered.

Then Firda rushed to the toilet to throw away his wishes.

When entering the female toilet.

"Aggh.." he cried out in surprise to see a man there who was leaning and holding his bleeding belly. The man was wearing a suit and looked pale yet his gaze was extremely sharp.

"Om.." instead of being afraid, Firda instead approached the man. He crouched down and looked at the man's stomach where his shirt was filled with blood "Oh, Om why? Om falling? Why not scream for help? The blood was much more" Firda looked in the fog when he saw the man who looked grimacing.

"Let Firda call for help yes, fear Om will bleed to death" he chirped and it made the man smile faintly.

"Don't" he said, "I've called for help, you better leave" the man said firmly. But Firda ignored him while more blood flowed.

Boldly, Firda put away the man's hand that had been pressing on his stomach. Makes the man confused by this fearless little girl. Firda lifted the man's shirt and the man let alone, feeling attracted by the bravery of this girl.

"Om, the wound is severe. Oh, my God, the cassian. It hurts, Om?" firda asked again which again made the man to put on a smile in the middle he endured his pain.

"Om, did Om fall how did his stomach hurt like this? Well, this is a tear wound. Where's the help? Too long?" the man chuckled softly at Firda's endless babbling. And he also asked how could this little girl say 'how could someone fall in the bathroom and get a tear wound in her stomach'. Because even the dumbest man in the world wouldn't think it's a wound from falling in the toilet.

Without Firda realizing it, there was a knife covered in blood on the man's side and the man took the knife slowly so that Firda remained unaware of it, then he hid the knife to the back of his body.

Firda thought of something, looking for a way to suppress the wound so as not to continue bleeding until help arrived. Firda was sure the real man might be this Amar's age would die if he kept bleeding like this.

And without a second thought, she let go of her outer pashmina, lucky that she wore two veils, where the long pashima was just outside as a decoration to make her prettier.

The man was increasingly confused to see Firda release his pashmina, and unexpectedly, Firda tied her pashima in the man's stomach to cover her wound. The man was stunned to see what this little girl in front of him was doing.

"Om, Firda call an ambulance yes, Om's wound is getting worse" said Firda and he saw his hands were also covered in the blood of this foreign man, but Firda did not look afraid at all.

And soon some men of great stature came and put a gun on Firda who was still unaware of their arrival, but the wounded man gave his intention to lower their weapons. They also lowered their weapons.

"Help has come" exclaimed the man giving firda a beat and Firda turned his head.

"Om, really long time coming" Firda reprimanded some of the men and suddenly they were shocked because they were angry at the little girl "She almost bled to death" he continued.

"It's okay, thank you for the help" said the man, then some of the men were large and immediately brought the injured man.

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"Where's your witness?" ask Maryam who has now joined her family and they are preparing to cut the wedding cake.

"He said he was going to the toilet" replied Asma and Firda appeared and joined them shortly afterwards.

Amar and Maryam also held a cake cutting event that has a very large size and height.

"I also want to get married like a gini" muttered Firda who immediately got a small tabokan on her cheek by her mother.

"The stok that is like Amar is over" replied Aisyah who made her daughter frown.

"Where's your veil, Fir?" ask her because there is something different from Firda's appearance.

"So someone fell in the bathroom, Firda helped tie her wound to the veil pack" she replied casually.

"Oh, so that's why you're long" the mother and Firda muttered.

The event filled with happiness continued for several hours.

Amar and Maryam always looked at each other with love, happiness in the eyes of both of them were so big.

They hope that this kind of happiness will be repeated every night.

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Tbc....