Tsunami Wedding
75. Bonchap

Twenty years later ...

The beautiful girl with long hair, white skin and a sharp nose just like her late mother's face was looking at her family photos. A dark family, a family full of grief to take away his happiness.

Without tears in her eyes, tonight she will marry a successful young entrepreneur. Not only was he successful in his field, but he was also a good boy. Who would have thought it turned out that his soul mate was the son of a man who had been in a match with his mother.

It is said that his late mother had worked with the grandmother of this man. The grandmother took her mother ta'aruf for her son, but her mother refused politely. Unfortunately he even married his father who was none other than a cousin of his own mother.

"Risc!" shouted someone from outside the room.

"Yes, a minute, Wak! It's coming out" Riska said with a shout as well. The girl put back the framed photo by covering her entire face to the table to avoid being seen.

Riska comes out of her room, she meets Hanum. It was Hanum who took care of him when he entered college because Riska chose to attend college in the city. During this time he lived with parents from Khadijah. While Malik's parents are dead. Both had heart attacks when they learned Malik was in prison. Which parent's heart is not broken when he hears his child is not okay while he is indifferent all this time?

After learning that her father was in prison, Riska could only sit down limply. All this time he had felt that his father was not okay. He was angry, but he was also a child. The boy who missed his father. Only the voice that the father once sent was his comfort, his longing-medicine.

"Are you sure you want to come get your dad?" ask Hanum to make sure. Yeah, they're picking Malik up from jail. Malik was granted an exit permit for wanting to marry his daughter. Even so, there will be police following them so that Malik can not escape.

Riska nodded, "Riska just wants to see, will you be okay after everything happens?"

Hanum nodded in understanding, he knew the girl was still angry with her father, but the two had to meet.

The journey from Hanum's house to the prison was indeed quite far. After two hours, they finally got there.

Riska's heart was racing, she had not expected to meet her father for the first time after all this time.

"Let's get down, Ka."

"Riska wait in the parking lot, Wak. Riska could not welcome father," said Riska.

Hanum nodded, and went inside with her husband. Rico, Hanum's son, hugged his cousin's sister. "You gotta be strong, deck."

"Mas! But here's what dad wants, the man who destroyed his household, ruined his family, killed people, ruined his life, and--"

"Enough! If all you remember is bad, it will never end. Try to take it from the positive side" said Rico. Then he saw that from a distance Malik was already walking towards them. "That's uncle Malik, you have to be strong, Riska. You have to show me you can!"

Riska thought for a moment, Rico's words had a point. He got out of the car and approached his father. Malik was silent when he saw his daughter, he grew up to be a beautiful and pious girl. Even the girl was wearing her shar'i hijab.

"Riska will marry, hopefully not Riska who bears her karma. May Riska's husband be an angel whom God has sent to protect Riska from the punishment of nature!"

Malik fell silent, "Let Daddy bear it all."

"Dad knows? It's hard to throw this trauma away, Dad. Riska is afraid near people, Riska is afraid near men. Even it feels like Riska wants to go far following Mamak but it's a pity that God doesn't allow it."

"You must be happy, son."

Suddenly Riska stretched out her arms, "Does Dad want to welcome Riska's embrace?"

Riska chooses to make peace with fate, knowing her father's actions are wrong, but she also misses her father. Even so, his father had repented, he had regretted his actions and had also served his sentence. If God is forgiving, why not?

"Did you deserve it, son?"

"Watch this gift because Dad wants to be Riska's marriage guardian," said Riska firmly, even though he was covering up his prestige. The two also hugged, releasing long-buried longs.

***

The night had come, the girl was already wearing her wedding dress. The dress fits perfectly on her body. The long hijab also beautifies everything and makes it look very beautiful.

"AH!" yelled everyone happily.

Riska is now legally a wife. Malik was very happy because in the end he was still allowed by God to marry his daughter. After twenty years he finally managed to breathe the air outside the prison. But it was only for a short while because he had to return to prison, the house that would deliver him until his death arrived.

Before returning, he called the man who is now his son-in-law. "Son, I am a sinner. But my son is not! I beg you very much, please take care of him. Love her as you love your mother. My son is not perfect, I am sure you will perfect him. All this time I couldn't look after my daughter, but I'm sure you can take care of her for the rest of your life. Age with him in a state of grief. You know I'm not a good man, but I'm also a father. I would do anything for my daughter's happiness."

After saying that, the police asked her to get in her car. Whether it should be happy or vice versa, but there are only cries left.

'I promise, Sir! I will take care of him, I will make him happy. My love for her is because of God!' inward Ammar, Riska's husband while staring at the departure of his in-laws.

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