The Bond of Destiny
Ijab Qobul

A week later.

Today is Revan and Zalimar's wedding reception day. Both were ready after the dawn prayer. Zalimar has performed kebaya syar'i complete with niqobnya white bone.

And Revan too. The handsome young man with a height of 178 was so dashing wrapped in a white bone coat complete with a typical songket from Aceh colored white bone as well.

The customary procession will be carried out with two customs. The first custom uses Javanese custom, the second custom uses Aceh custom. The combination of the two customs is so amazing to look at.

Decorating the room as well. Everything was ready from yesterday. At eight o'clock in the morning, re-according back to the title. Why morning? The day they chose was Friday. Just like the day when Revan married Zalimar.

The sacred event began. First of all, the moderator asks the pak pengulu to speak a word for the bride and the bridal family.

Next followed by a short lecture delivered by Abi Zidan as the guardian of Zalimar. He cried when he said something that made everyone cry. Especially Zianti.

Different from Zalimar. He was strong from last night. Abi Zidan had come to him to apologize for the umpteenth time that was only responded to by him. Zalimar forgave all their mistakes. However, the wounds they inflicted were so imprinted on his heart.

It is easy to forgive, but hard to forget. The memories will continue to spin like broken tapes. As long as his life is not over, then the bad memories will continue to haunt him.

That's women. That woman is history. A history that will not be forgotten and will continue to be remembered at any time, even until he died.

Back to Zalimar and Revan's wedding.

The ijab qobul event began. Actually, without a re-jab it's okay. However, in order to show everyone if both of them are married either religion or law, Revan deliberately did this for his wife.

"All right, we're starting!" said pak penghulu who is possessed by both.

"By pronouncing bismillahrahmanirrahim, Ashyhadulahillahailallah, wasyhadnamuahmmadurrasulullah, Revan Putra Alamsyah!"

"I, Bi!" saith

"I Marry and I Marry thee to my biological daughter, Zalimar Rahayu Putri Zidan binti Zidan Putra Ar Reza with a dowry a set of prayer tools, a mushaf al-qu'ran and a 25% stake in Anggara Group Singapore are paid in cash!"

The deg!

The deg!

What a shock to everyone if the original owner of the Fencing Group was Revan Putra Alamsyah. Opa Reza rubbed the clear fur that ran down her cheeks. Same with papa Kenan. He was proud of his son. Because of his efforts, their company that was almost out of business has now succeeded again.

Under Revan's rule, the small company was transformed into a giant corporation. Revan is the original owner. The rightful owner that Opa Reza had handed over to him. The company is hereditary from his family that Revan managed to save.

Everyone was shocked to hear the giant company. They had not expected, if the original owner, to finally appear as well.

A flash of light from the photographer captured that sacred day.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Zalimar Rahay daughter of Zidan bint Zidan Putra Ar Reza with dowry like a prayer tool, one mushaf of the Qur'an and also shares as much as 25% at Anggara Gruoup Singapore in cash!"

"How's witness? Right?"

"Well!" answer both witnesses compactly and nod simultaneously.

"Alahamdulilbornabbil'alamin. Barakkallhu 'alaikuma wabaroka 'alaikuma fikhair," pak penghulu prayed for the wedding to be completed.

After all, Zalimar was taken out and stood before Revan who was now smiling at him. Zalimar's eyes glazed over at her husband.

Revan immediately grabbed hold of his sweet potato and put one hand up to pray for the good of his wife and also the badness that accompanied his wife.

After he finished, Revan extended his hand to Zalimar who was still fixedly staring at him. A drop of the clear circle flowed in Revan's hand as Zalimar dipped the hand that had saved his life to this day.

Long enough Zalimar kissed that hand. Revan smiled as he stroked his wife's head.

"Enough, dear." His words made Zalimar look up to him with reddened eyes and occasionally heard a sobbing sound.

Revan smiled at him again. Zalimar is getting less and less powerful. Spontaneously, the beautiful woman covered in niqob hit Revan's body which made the handsome young man laugh.

Everyone was excited to see it. Especially her parents. They were both ashamed and proud of their eldest daughter. Behind the pain, it turns out that God sent a savior for him who turned out to be his written soul mate.