The Value of Loyalty
This World Belongs to Both, The Other

Living room and family room more spacious without sofa and other furniture. The flowers are formed into a gate.

It looks more airy when the curtains are white and decorated like ribbons surround the side of space.

Only one short table has been covered with a white cloth ornate flower arrangement in a mini vase.

On the side of the table, it has been surrounded by pads as the seat of the penghulu and the two brides.

The fur carpet that covers all floors, becomes the footing and seat of the invitees in the simple kabul ijab event.

A man wearing a white shirt wrapped in an ivory white suit.

In his pocket tucked a handkerchief that has been shaped in such a way adds to the sweet impression of the bride.

With a tie of color with a suit used.

The bridegroom who had been sitting on the floor faced the ruler.

Subduing the head while regulating the heart and breathing. The heart beats fast, beating the clockwork clanking.

His lips were pouting though faint but visible when he noticed his mouth that was not quietly closed.

I don't know what prayer he was practicing.

Hands so cold yet soaked in sweat, playing under the table. This room was narrow to him.

Be fully aware if people are paying attention to themselves, and it makes them feel more nervous.

As if it is mandatory to display something perfect, without any flaws and mistakes.

Still feel at home listening to “Khutbah Nikah” from someone who was asked specifically in the event.

Listening while continuing to organize the heart that is still beating.

Geez, it looks like his heart has to be calmed first.

“Can we start?” The words heard from before him made the heart seem to stop in a split second.

Ranting, circulating the view in every direction of the room.

“Waah, the bride is nervous.” Connect pak pengulu.

Make the room become complicated instantly, because people are laughing. Surely he was laughing at her.

Geez! Thinking, again he became a guyonan.

Yet all of that is able to bring itself into a more relaxed feeling. Down while smiling.

“Already relaxed?”

Replied with a nod of the head still with lips that are interested in rising.

“Can we start?”

“Siap sir.” This time in a loud voice as if giving strength to himself.

“The bride is now in her spirit like.”

Pak Penghulu reached out to the front, welcomed by the groom even though he was still with cold wet hands.

The Ijab that the ruler said has been welcomed by the groom in the form of kabul.

The word “Sah” echoed in the living room.

Marking a pair of human beings have been bound in a sacred bond of promise.

The bride has been led out of her dispute. Blushing cheeks withstanding shame.

By walking down, convince yourself that he is now also the focal point of the view of everyone who is there.

Including the groom looking at her almost unblinkingly.

The crowbar that clenched his lips restrained his smile from being too visible. The woman is his wife now, his.

Well-favoured.

It was beautiful for his wife.

Defeating all the angels on duty congratulated him in an invisible manner.

A sense of happiness and pride in himself for having succeeded in having the idol worship with the whole religion and country.

There was no longer any barrier between them. Always together all the time. No more parting words that cause rampant longing.

Rindi sat next to the man who had now served as her husband. Still bowing his head, his feelings

now it's erratic.

Between happy and yet tucked into doubt in the heart.

Given the dispute that had just occurred in the room before the event kabul ijab, which almost threatened the safety of his marriage.

But everything has passed, he should now be relieved because the threat of his brother does not apply.

But still it feels unsatisfied if Reno has not given his blessing sincerely to Linggar, her husband now.

Gaze at each other, still with a hidden smile. Refrain from reaching out to embrace each other.

Just a little smile they display, does not rule out the possibility that it will be the joking material of those who are there.

Linggar reading “Law Taklik Talak In Marriage.”

This marriage, he who wants even when he has to take a shortcut.

Rest assured, his heart truly sincerely loves Rindi. Even his entire pulse and the roar of his breath were engraved with Rindi's name, only Rindi.

After signing some important letters and exchanging rings. Put the ring on the ring finger of the couple, ready to tell the whole world that they have owned each other.

Shake hands.

Rindi was led to kiss the back of Linggar's hand as a form of obedience to her husband.

Now turning Linggar was led to kiss Rindi's forehead as a form of affection for his wife.

The opportunity!

He wanted to kiss Rindi. Especially when looking at Rindi who was smiling knots towards him, increasingly displaying the aura of beauty of a woman.

If necessary, the entire surface of the skin of Rindi's face will be touched with her lips.

Hihihi, giggling in the heart.

But again, we have to hold back.

“Hold!”

Clik.

Clik.

Clik.

Creating some beautiful photos.

“Little bit, there are still many guests here. Long time last night!” That voice provoked the laughter of everyone who was there.

Again they are used as guyonan objects. Makes them feel red cheeks.

Linggar's clumsy smile showed while releasing a kiss. Choosing to go back to bowing your head, hiding the look of a shy but happy face.

Nothing, there is still plenty of time to be alone with Rindi and do anything.

Remember that! Whatever.

Continued with prayers still led by pak penghulu.

Some of the photos were again taken in some style and expression. Also with relatives present at the wedding.

Linggar picked up his wife's hand to be looped behind her body, because from then on his body was like stiff to touch it.

While his own hand served to grab Rindi's shoulder, close.

“Well this new true”, he said softly near Rindi.

Back in the direction of style facing each other and looking at each other.

Donate his smile to the woman who was right in front of him. By playing his eyebrows up and down complete with his ignorant face.

It made the woman unable to let go of her laughter. Down, until his forehead touches Linggar's shoulder.

With her shoulders shaken from still trying her best to keep holding back the laughter.

Jaimnya is still under guard.

Linggarpun laughs. If only there were no one else there, maybe he would raise his head just to let out all his voice to laugh to the satisfaction.

Though the things that are laughed at are trivial things, just because they look at each other.

This was Rindi's first laugh for him after last incident. Hoping, Rindi forgot all the wounds they had gone through.

He wants to quickly ask for photos that have just been taken to be used as wallpaper anywhere. Cell phones, laptops or even print them and stick them on the walls of his room.

People seem to enjoy this event even though they only talk while occasionally laughing.

Ah, long time rolling.

Are they not tired?

It is very desirable Linggar to expel them to leave this place one by one. He can't wait to get into the core event.

Especially if it is not the first night that is not the first for both of them.

Feel the beauty of the first night.

Realize the concept, "The world belongs to both, the other is hitchhiking."

It'sit's okay. At least they did it under legitimate circumstances. It is no longer a sin and a life.

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TB

Don't forget about his big thumb.

This episode was among the hardest for Othor.

It takes two days just one chapter.

So do not disappoint Othor well, at least give a little encouragement.