THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 72 - THE HAPPY DAY

Hhh... Finally, I arrived at Jonathan's house.

"Liana's? Where's it?"

Jordan surprised me by coming out the door.

"Remain pilgrimage to my Grandfather's tomb, Jordan! Mama brought me!"

"Oh... Hehehe...!"

Oh my goodness this boy. I thought she'd get angry and scold me blah blah blah. Hm.

"Liana...! You happy?" suddenly tanyanya.

"Why?"

"If not happy, mumpung not yet kabul ijab... You can cancel the wedding. We ran off to Bali, Jogja, Raja Ampat,"

"Hey, hey...! What do you mean, huh?!?"

I'm appalled. Jonathan was already in the living room. Pulling his brother's hand that laughed happily because it managed to make the brother so upset.

"Haha...! Why, Ge? You're afraid, failed marriage?"

"Not afraid of failing marriage! But afraid that Liana might falter because of your prank!"

They pretend to fight each other.

Both acting were fighting and launching fist attacks with smiling lips grinning. Both are martial arts enthusiasts.

Now I'm not too surprised by their joking style, because I saw both of them playing serious boxing in the gym the other day.

The closeness of Jonathan and Jordan as a sister is no longer denied. The affection of both can not be doubted. The two are compact, although it was somewhat stretched because of the state of the economy and health of Jordan that was affected by the use.

"The oil is healed? Already eaten? Have you taken medication?"

I remember the situation of my husband. Even at dawn this morning his body was in alarming condition.

Jonathan looked at me softly. His fingers pulled my hand up to the top of his smooth forehead.

"A healthy khan?"

I blushed. Met face. Makes Jordan flutter and yell seductively.

"Hey you! I know you're in love. But please.don't make out in front of me either!"

Mas Jo laughed. I just smiled.

"So morning, Genta said 'love' to Citra. Now, the bride-to-be has even dared to show off intimacy in front of me. Hicks! Can anyone understand my situation!?"

Jordan looks annoyed despite his pretend acting.

"Sorry, Jordan! Forgive us!" I write from the heart.

Jordan smiled at me.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a joke, Liana! I'm glad you guys are adapting so quickly. Build a happy home. Gave birth to the beautiful and handsome son of the daughter of Gege's descendants!"

My face was instantly red.

Jordan was jolted because he remembered my shortcomings that even caused Irsyad to cheat on me.

I. It's probably hard to have kids.

"Liana, sorry..."

Both my eyeballs were thickened and spread. Start to glaze over when you remember those bitter times again.

Oh, my God, as I thought. Descendants that I have not been able to give will be my household obstacle to happiness.

No. gabe. I can't say bad. Can't do.

The best of words is the prayer of mustajab.

May Allah give us the descendants of the Sholehah as Jordan said.

Jordan who was a little worried and anxious to see the look on my face that became pale, can now smile with relief.

Jonathan approaching. His hands grabbed my waist.

"Don't talk about the kid, Jordan! The first night I was nervous to think about. Especially thinking about children? Don't ngaco! You're ready to be a good om for our son later"

Jordan laughing. His hands scratched his head though it did not itch.

"Yes, Boss. sorry! Hehe..."

I smile back. We are no longer worried about this situation. The affairs of the child, let God govern.

Mama Tiur and Citra just got home from the food store. Apparently they are very busy preparing for our wedding which will be held in three days.

"You guys! Mama says don't meet first, even fun chatting and joking! Ish, you're on a pingitan!" seductive Mama on us.

Jonathan hugged Mama Tiur's body from behind. smiled sweetly and then kissed Mama's cheek.

"Liana, look at your future husband! The pay is still big. His body is big but his behavior is still like a leak!"

We laughed together. It was like a dream to get along and stay on one roof with in-laws and sister-in-law. Subhanallah.

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Day by day move fast. The hour hand was getting closer to the time set for us to ride the guarantee.

H-2 and H-1 I fasted. Ask God to be given smoothness on Day H.

Bismillah. Although the heart continues to pound even faster near the time.

I was much more relieved when Wak Hardi and his family came to H-2.

He made a bill for the guard fence so that no creature would interfere later.

It seemed Wak had already felt the negative aura that the perverted shaman had spread to me.

I shuddered again when I remembered the words of Eyang Fertile yesterday.

"Liana!"

"Yes, Wak?"

"It turns out there will be a bit of a drag later on H day! The strong ones, huh?"

Deg.

Of course I'm degdegan.

Barriers on day H? What obstacles Allah... Please ease my path to happiness.

"There is a saying, the higher the tree the stronger the wind. That's what you are, Liana!"

I'm a little clueless.

What does Wak Hardi mean? The tree is getting higher? Am I the tree? But.., I don't feel like I'm getting any taller anyway. Who is this self. Only simple women seek happiness.

Thumping continues this heart, given Wak Hardi's message.

There is a good thing too, because I became more diligent worship. More fear and fear of Allah.

The factory courtyard instantly turned into a graceful and luxurious wedding building.

Very beautiful, filled with flowers of life as fragrant as it is. To the amazement of everyone.

I was even fascinated by the delicate decorations with the garden lights slightly dimmed to accentuate the romantic side.

It fits perfectly with the calm but gentle and caring character of Mas Jonathan.

I hope that tomorrow's marriage will go on without problems. Allah blesses and blesses our sacred bond. Aami...

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