THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 74 - THE EXPECTED WEDDING DAY
"I marry you and I control you, Jonathan Harvest bin Mr Leonard Harvest Junior to my niece named Liana Wulandari binti the late Mr Tubagus Arya Wardana with a dowry a set of prayer tools and a one carat diamond ring paid in cash!"
"I accept the marriage and marriage of Liana Wulandari bint the late Mr Tubagus Arya Wardana with the dowry paid in cash!"
"Hows it? Right?"
"Huh?"
"Well!!!" A unison of all the marriage witnesses between Jonathan and Liana answered the sumringah.
"Alhamdulilbaobbil'alamiin..."
With just one breath, Mas Jonathan said kabul ijab that Wak Hardi gave as my marriage guardian.
Prayers are offered by pengupulu and witnesses to be a beautiful cover at this sacred time.
At nine o'clock, Mas Jonathan has now officially become my husband. After I was widowed five months from my previous marriage.
My hope and prayer, this is my last. Households last until the end of life. No more distractions. No more thorns to ruin my wedding garden.
I only ask for loyalty, love and genuine affection from my husband, Jonathan Harvest.
Allah is All-Good. I am married again. A handsome, mature and understanding man, God has sent for me.
Those bitter times have now disappeared from my life.
My pain in the betrayal of the Islamic Irsyad Fadel has now been replaced by a better one.
I don't condone their treatment. No. gabe. Can't do. Because I now realize, if I go the wrong way and do stupid things to avenge this stifling pain, the impact is that my descendants will bear the burden of sin.
I don't want that.
Enough of me to feel the pain. Then I treated myself by asking God for help to lift the pain and suffering.
Their evil deeds to me, let it be God's business. I believe that what they sow will surely reap the results. No need to pray back the bad. It will only make the pain in the heart become a grudge.
The wheel turns, God does not sleep. God hears the prayers of his people who are always on Him.
...............
Just now my heart was relieved because Ijab kabul Mas Jo smoothly with just one breath.
It turns out.what Wak Hardi said last night to me to stay alert ended up happening as well.
Papa Bambang came with Aunt Mirna and Bianca. Apparently they were angry, Mama Farida did not invite them.
The commotion and excitement as if Aunt Mirna deliberately did to humiliate our family in public.
I myself, saw the creatures that Papa Bambang and Aunt Mirna brought like they could not cross the fence line that Wak Hardi put up yesterday.
Just like humans, these invisible creatures also act to create chaos that makes normal people confused and frightened.
Hhh... Even my sister Genta was possessed even though not long because it was immediately handled by Wak Hardi.
This is what I fear most when a wedding is held. Worried about the good name of Mas Jonathan smeared and so the words of the invited guests.
"No need to worry, Liana...! We face everything with a sincere heart and surrender to Allah Ta'ala!"
This is what I like most about Jonathan. His maturity and guidance to me. Makes me feel so much better personally.
Alhamdulillahot.
I am so grateful to have such a kind husband.
I'm also grateful, there's wak Hardi looking after us. Even though he was not young anymore, but he was really strong and great to walk around and keep our wedding party going smoothly.
Although tired, but the handsome face of Mas Jonathan did not change in the slightest. His smile continued to expand. His eyes sparkled with a happy heart. It makes me a lot happier.
I decided to change into a bridal outfit first, because I felt uncomfortable. My husband is still staying seated on the guarantee of receiving more and more invited guests.
"Mas..., am I in the room is it okay?" many nervous.
"It's okay, Liana! Rest up. I will receive the guests. Get some sleep, your health is far more important than the party."
Uufffhhhh, sweetness! I bowed embarrassed with a blushing face because of the arrow of his love full of tenderness.
"I didn't accompany you in the room, did I, Lian? You ask Intan or Nadia to be alone. Or do I call Citra to take care of you in the room?"
"No, Mas. I'm not good for you all. Because my body is not fit to stay seated!"
Cup.
Red on my face.
My husband gave a friendly kiss on the forehead while raising his index finger to the lips signaled me to be quiet.
He led me into the room. Then help me fall in her beautiful bedroom full of red roses symbolizing a burning love.
"Rest. Don't forget the sleep prayer, dear!"
Oh, my God, my God... Her voice is so soft.
Cup.
Again Mas Jo's lips kissed my forehead after he pulled the blanket over my chest.
My heart was about to explode receiving her sweet treatment.
O Allah, please take care of us always, O Allah. Protect my husband from bad things. Aami...
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