Tsunami Wedding
4. Husband is happening

"Love can grow out of habit, as long as you open up and accept each other." Assert Mr. Anto, "This week is his wedding." Pak Anto continued to make Malik stunned.

It was very desirable that Malik shouted at that very moment, Khadija was really not his type. But what can be done? Rebellious is free. Khadija was good, which is why Malik did not want to marry her. Khadijah is too perfect for himself who has nothing.

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"I accepted his marriage and marriage, Khadijah Khairiyah bint Muhammad Rojali with the mascavine, Cash."

'Ah!

All cheered with joy while saying Hamdallah as a form of gratitude to the almighty God except for a couple who had just declared valid.

Khadijah's tears instantly trickled down, this was not a happy cry but a compulsion that required her to marry her own cousin.

"Be as usual, people will see us" Malik whispered to Khadijah.

Event after event was carried out smoothly, tonight they will sleep in Khadijah's room, tomorrow they will return to Malik's house. In the room, both of them felt very awkward at this moment.

"Well, you just sleep. Let Abang sleep downstairs," said Malik breaking the silence.

"But in this room there are no mattresses or carpets, Bang. It must be cold down there" Khadijah said softly.

"So you mean we sleep one bed, right? You sure?"

Khadijah shuddered in horror to hear it, true also the words of Malik, he thought. Khadijah removed her headscarf and slept in her bed without caring for Malik.

While Malik is currently staring at the beauty of his wife. Although Khadijah is his cousin, the woman never opened her veil since she was a teenager.

'Beautiful,' murmured Malik.

After muttering he shook his head, hoping that what was on his mind was just nonsense.

Without Malik knowing, Khadija could not sleep at this time. Though he was tired but his eyes did not want to be closed. Married to Malik he had never thought of before. Don't think about it, just imagine it he never did. In fact, he often cursed Malik during this time.

Khadijah woke him up, "Bang Malik!"

"Hm" Malik stretched his body.

"No wake!"

Malik opened his eyes, "Oh my God! How come you still have it?"

"Dih, this is the room Colored times, Bang."

Malik circulated his views, seen wooden walls with shades of pink and lots of photos of Korean artists that he did not know his name. "Are we really married?" The question just escapes.

"Hm, you should pray so that the demon is lost." Khadijah left Malik, he went out to take ablution.

Khadijah was a little upset with her husband, still being a cousin was very difficult especially after marriage, he thought. Somehow his life will be, but Khadijah has resigned to fate.

'Lord, may my destiny be really good as his wife.' Khadijah in the bathroom.

Khadijah came out with a radiant face, leaving her husband without praying first. For him Malik is still a cousin who sucks, does not want to argue first when he wants to pray.

As soon as he finished, Malik was already in front of him. "Astaghfirullah," murmured Khadijah.

"You think Brother's a ghost?"

"It could be his incarnation" replied Khadijah with ease.

"Not praying together even ngatain people. Durhaka you want a husband!"

"His husband? husband being-genesis?" ledek Khadijah while leaving Malik.