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After my father came out of my room, now my mother came in. I could no longer cry, whether it was a happy cry. Because in fact my happiness has reached the top level, my tension has passed one stage, and now there is only the last stage, ijab kabul.

Now that Mom came in place of the Father who had gone outside my room, Mom hugged my body violently. I let Mother cry in my arms, this is the happy cry of a mother who watched her child so far as the gossip of neighbors and their three other children.

"Don't listen!"

"Don't think!"

"Don't take heart!"

"Don't be vengeful!"

"Don't be hounded, especially if served it will be!"

And there are still many other DO NOT words, every mother heard that I was always a gossip. At first I was angry, upset and disappointed in my parents. I assume they never want to know where I am, I also have a heart, tightness and anger for sure when we are always the material guyonan that contains humiliation. Especially if it comes from the closest person.

But in fact Mother and Father also turned out to be the same feeling of not accepting when his daughter was made into material ghibah too, and almighty by them. It turns out that without my knowledge, Mother and Father always send prayers for me behind the palm of his hand. I was overwhelmed when Father just told me. I think they're too selfish, in fact they're protecting me in ways I don't know.

"Father does this only so you do not get provoked, you know you are angry, but if you vent, the image of your name becomes hunting. I want you to remain Lydia, the son of the Father who has a broad heart and a good image in the eyes of large families and citizens. You did this for your good." That's what you just said.

It turns out that behind my incompetence, they have always been my protectors with him leaving it to my creators.

I always believe, there is always wisdom from every incident. Three years ago, I probably felt the lowest, saddest, and most miserable creature, when my future husband actually impregnated my youngest brother. I lamented fate, even cursing at destiny, as if God was so evil to me. Toying with this feeling is so painful. However, right now I am grateful for all the plans of God that I have ever cried before.

If three years ago I had been with my ex-husband, maybe my story wouldn't have been like this. If I had received a marriage proposal to be a wife when maybe my story path did not get to this stage. If my neighbors and my brother hadn't been making fun of me, I might never have set foot in Jakarta, and met Aarav. The man who makes me the luckiest right now.

"Sir, I don't know how many tears I let out when you were booed by our sister and neighbor. I don't know how much pain you feel when you always smile behind your heartache. Forgive Mom and Dad if you have been an unfair parent for all this time. Forgive Mom and Dad who have been hiding when you feel this injustice. Trust me, your prayers are always for you. We have never cape prayed for you until you now get a substitute that is far from those who gossip about you. However, our message to you Ma'am..." Mother paused her speech because her crying broke again.

This time I held my cold hands.

"Well, Lydia did feel it all, Lydia never felt discouraged by the actions of Mother and Father, ever sick and sad when all the mistakes of the younger brothers always Lydia who bear it. Lydia once asked why Lydia was the first child to bear it all. But now Lydia knows maybe that's how Mom and Dad don't make Lydia crybaby and big head. Thanks for the science and thank you. It felt so hard when Lydia had to go back to parting ways with Mom and Dad later." I wiped the tears of Mother who kept falling. "It's a happy day Mother's daughter don't show sadness, she's afraid that there will be rumors that say that Mother does not approve of Lydia's marriage and also Mas Aarav's, who instantly got a pat on my shoulder that was quite loud from Mom.

"Mother just wants a message, you do not fall asleep with the pleasure that God is giving at this time Fear is your toughest test, if you can not trust the great sin that will entangle you. Use your husband's wealth as well as possible because the responsibility later in the afterlife is very large."

I immediately hugged Mom's body tightly and felt grateful to have them. Perhaps this is why God entrusted the trust of property and office to my parents because they always took into account the afterlife as well.

"Mom, ma'am, go outside, the show's about to start." The father went back in to make the middle atmosphere and blue raking so disturbed.

"Well, yes Ma'am let's hunt outside, I'm here to call you to make it outside, pak penghulu has come. It's even mellow-mellow again." Mother's gesgas led me. Good thing our makeup is not longsong same tears. Will be lenong if it fades because of the cry.

I walked back nervously and my hands were cold.

"Mom, stomach kok mules well," said I so geroginya to the point that the stomach feels heartburn and it feels all the room hot. The morning weather is very cold. I also feel lucky because it turns out the universe also seems to approve our event. The weather today is very bright, illustrating the brightness of the heart.

"That's because you're groggy, just relax later also the feeling of mules is gone."

Sure enough when I was relaxed the heartburn was gone.

Sitting neatly next to the future husband in a dress of kebaya and manten makeup makes me feel that right now Aarav and I are the happiest humans.

The series of events we continue to pass with a sacred atmosphere until the time comes to the core event of ijab kabul.

I heard the ruler, the father and the future husband and papih-in-law were whispering, talking about nothing, but it seemed very serious.

"This is sure Mas, the mascawa has been provided?" ask the pengghulu sir to my future husband.

I saw Mamih Misel giving me receipts and sheets of money very much, for the dowry that Aarav gave me that I know of jewelry. The receipt is just as proof that all paid paid in full and I don't know what else is in the black box decorated very interesting.

"Then let's shake Mr. Lurah's hand." Mr. Penghulu holds the hand of my future husband who holds the hand of the Father. I saw the hands of Mas Aarav also appear to sweat and shake which signaled that the male whose status was widowed again vibrated when going through a series of sacred events.

My heart felt again churned when you started reading Ijab.

"I married and I marry you brother Aarav Syam Al-Mahendra bin Sony Mahendra Brata with my son named Lydia Mulia Permani with his mascarine in the form of a pair of diamonds worth three billion, land and building certificates in the form of villas worth five billion, and Mercedes Benz CLA Class cars worth 2.7 billion, paid in cash."

The father stomped his hand firmly so that Mas Aarav immediately recited the kabul. My heart was shocked when I heard her mascawin it felt like I was about to faint.

"I accept her marriage and her marriage Lydia Mulia Permani bint Adam Marubi with her dowry, cash.”

" How are the witnesses?"

Is it legal...?

Legitimate...

Alhamdulillahot.

The words also echoed when I was officially changed setatus. The event was again continued by reading the wedding prayer, the marriage advice that we were touched when we heard it.

I listened to the rumors on the sidelines of the next event, which was a dowry that I did not know that would be so luxurious, cars and private villas became additional dowry for me. I felt like I was a burden when I got this fancy dowry, which I had to take down the path of kindness. All that I receive must at least be beneficial and make me honor my husband and make this marriage the door of heaven where every thing we do when good then heaven stakes and when evil then the hell we got.

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