The Substitute Bride of my Best Friend
Wedding Day (Irhan and Ziva)

After undergoing a period of exploration for three months, finally Irhan officially asked Ziva. Their wedding was held in one of the five-star hotels in Jakarta. Many invited guests from among artists and models of the country were also invited to the wedding. Two of them are Zahira and Shaka. They are specially invited in the kabul ijab procession which will start in a few minutes.

"Ra, how come I'm so nervous, huh?" ziva said to Zahira. The beautiful woman who had now decided to go headscarf looked so nervous. It is clearly visible from the fingers squeezing each other.

Zahira pulled out a chair and sat down next to Ziva. "It's only natural that you're nervous. I got married to Shaka, just as nervous as you. Whereas our marriage was only to cover up the disgrace of the family, but it was nervous like a couple getting married out of love." The woman chuckled softly when she recalled the incident some time ago.

The sound of rough breathing comes from Ziva. "I'm sorry, yes, Ra, because I ran away on the wedding day, you have to suffer. I didn't think that because of my stupidity there would be people who would get hurt."

Again and again Zahira chuckled at Ziva's words. He hugged his friend's shoulder until they were close together. "Udah, don't think about it anymore. After all it's just the past, Shaka and I are sorry. You must look straight ahead, without looking back."

"Thank you, Ra, you're sorry for me. You are my best friend."

At exactly eight in the morning, the procession of kabul ijab begins immediately. The bride-to-be is asked to come to the middle of the room. Zahira accompanied by Murni, his aunt Ziva took the bride's hand into the room.

Ziva's performance today was enough to make everyone pangling. Women who usually look sexy in all-mini clothes now look different in a modern kebaya dress complete with a hijab that wraps her long hair golden red.

Irhan's pair of eyes did not blink when she saw the woman she loved was walking gracefully towards her with her head bowed. In that instant he also felt the people around him disappear and left only the two of them.

"Don't forget to breath, Han!" shaka chirped when he realized the eyes of his coworkers did not blink in the slightest. Suddenly the atmosphere that had been silent turned crowded for a moment. Meanwhile, the bride-to-be is increasingly shamed with a pink tinge on both cheeks.

Purely spread out a rectangular cloth and put it over the heads of the two prospective brides. Then, the kabul ijab procession began. The atmosphere that was once crowded has now turned into silence.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Ziva Nazira bint Ahmad Sobari with a dowry a set of prayer tools and a diamond ring is paid." Irhan's loud voice through the loudspeakers echoed through the room, making everyone present call out the word 'legitimate' and followed by a do'a reading led directly by the ruler.

At the same time, Ziva dissolved in a happy atmosphere until his tears involuntarily fell down his cheeks. He never expected if finally the relationship that started from a mistake will end in a guarantee.

"It's the bride's turn to kiss the back of the husband's hand" Mr. Penghulu told the newlyweds sitting in front of him.

Ungoverned for a second time, Ziva grabbed Irhan's hand and kissed the back of the legitimate man's hand to be her current husband. Irhan kissed Ziva's forehead lovingly and prayed in her heart, may their marriage last until death do the parting.

"Va, congratulations. I am so happy for your marriage. May you be samara's family." Zahira hugged Ziva tightly and kissed her husband's ex-boyfriend's right and left cheeks. Their relationship became closer and not infrequently the two hang out together while momong the twins.

Shaka patted Irhan on the back and said, "Remember, Han, now you're married so you can't go in and out of the night club and make love to women. Eliminate your bad habits, pity Ziva and your future children if you are still used to your bad habits."

Irhan giggled amusedly at the wobble of her superiors. "Ready, Boss Shaka! The Irhan in front of you right now is not the old Irhan. Gonta likes to change bed partners to satisfy napsu. Now I repent and will not repeat the sin. I'm insyaf, Ka." Then, he glanced at Ziva who seemed busy joking with Zahira. "Again, how dare I look for another woman while at home there is a beautiful Angel who almost approached the word perfect."

Shaka snorted annoyedly at Irhan's words. "The beautiful angel is only my wife, not your wife. Understood?"

Irhan was no longer able to withstand the tingling sensation that tickled her stomach. He laughed so hard that he made Ziva and the person in the room look at him.

***

The ijab kabul procession is over, but the event is still going on. Currently Irhan and Ziva are sitting in a chair. They greeted the guests one by one.

"Congratulations, Va. Auntie's happy to see you're finally happy." Rini hugged Ziva tightly. Although he had hated Ziva because the woman had once thrown dirt on his face, but now his heart was breastfed to forgive the woman in his arms.

"Thank you, Auntie, for attending my wedding reception. I'm happy Auntie and Om want to give do'a blessing to me and Mas Irhan."

"Don't hesitate, Va! It just so happened that Om and Auntie had no plans whatsoever so we took the time to come here. Once again, congratulations."

From the row of guest chairs in the first row, it appears Shaka and Zahira are sitting next to each other. The two were playing with the Twins, who were three months old that day.

"Oh, Papa's son is very handsome. Look, his nose is pointed like Papa." Shaka fused his nose with the prince's nose.

Their faces, noses and eyebrows look like Shaka's. However, his eyes and lips resembled Zahira's. The combination between the Middle East and China is obvious from the level of the two adorable puffed-up babies.

"Well, I'm just a beloved first brother! Is Papa not affectionate with Adek?" zahira said, imitating the voice of a child. The oriental-faced woman was holding Mayumi.

Shaka puts Allan in the lap. The left hand supports the body of his first son so as not to fall, while the other hand pronounces the top of Mayumi's head which began to be overgrown with hair. "Darling, dong. Time yes, no." The man glanced at Zahira with a loving look. "Papa loves you too Mama."

Zahira smiled faintly at the sweet words from her husband. "Basic gumbal!"

Shaka's right hand held onto Zahira's shoulder, who was holding Mayumi. Both of them looked straight ahead, towards the pelaminan. "Alhamdulillah, after facing a small pebble in the household, we can finally be happy without the interference of third parties. Ziva is now happy with Irhan. While Nizam-"

"Nizam must have got his happiness, honey. Even though we don't know who he'll be happy with, but we'll just pray that he'll be reunited with his soul mate." Zahira interrupts Shaka's words before the husband finishes his sentence.

"Yes, you're right. May that soul mate be Hanna, your best friend."

Zahira pinched the tip of Shaka's nose in a fit of anxiety. "Sih you, it's like a netizen aja soul mate-jodohin artist idol. I wish that whoever is the soul mate of Hanna and Doctor Nizam, may they both be happy. Whether Doctor Nizam will unite with Hanna, or Hanna will unite with Second Brother, I will continue to pray that happiness will always be with them."

Shaka put his head on Zahira's shoulder. "Darling, would you like it if we didn't have another wedding reception? Starting from the decoration, wedding dress and wedding concept is the choice of Ziva. Well, I'd like to be at our second wedding reception purely to your liking. I want to give you a beautiful memory that you will remember for a lifetime."

Zahira raised her hand next to her and stroked the fine hairs on her husband's jaw. "I totally agree. But even if I don't, I don't have a problem. What matters is that your heart and love are only for me."

Shaka grabbed the hand that Zahira had used to stroke the feathers on her branch. Then he kissed the back of the hand and stared fixedly at the wife's brown iris. "I will always love you, Najma Zahira. Now, tomorrow and beyond, we will always be together forever."

...~TAMAT~...