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Day after day changed, quickly finished those three weeks. It's also time...

Qabul mosque in Al-Khoir, smoothly. The KUA officer's predecessor, Ustadz Faruq, did not because he was hoarsely out of voice. Finish ijab qabul, rest for a while, go directly to the villa open reception. Byars... Guests also come back and forth, surging like a flood. I don't know where the back end is. Frankly, Hazri's mouth aches smiling constantly. Imagine, from eight o'clock in the morning until the dawn of this maghrib there have been no signs of subsidence. The dragons will increase. Dan, right. After the Maghrib prayer Hazri was shocked to see the buildup of guests who were held back because his bridegroom vanished for a while. Allahu Akbar, he said in his heart. Then, back to pull a smiley lips with his wife.

Rather surprising. Hazri knew almost all of these guests of Faruq's friend, Mr. Kades, and his in-laws. But they seem familiar with him. The impression wants to be considered a friend also by Hazri. Sok has known for a long time. Hazri is said to have never been anywhere. What's the matter? Is it because he ‘Haji Mahmud Doro’ is quite famous or because of other things. Some even deliberately asked to be photographed personally with the two brides. Bring your own photographer from the studio. Antique too, right? But Hazri doesn't mind, but is grateful that they really want to be friends with him.

At about half-hour and eight nights Mr. Kades entered to take a couple of married guests to the bride. Hazri watched with a smile, quite the aristocratic appearance of this pair of guests.

“Pak Haji, this is Pak Camat and Ibu,” said Mr. Kades introducing the guest.

“Ooh yes. I'm Mahmud. Thank you, Father and Mother have been pleased to be present all the way here,” welcome Hazri while shaking the hands of her guests.

“Sama-sama, Mr. Haji. We have heard a lot about the giprah of the Father for the people here. On behalf of the district, I say a lot of thanks for all that,” said Mr. Camat. He shook Hazri's hand.

Hazri smiles. “Everything from God, Sir. I can't afford to do anything,” replied Hazri without further ado because of the taste.

Camat sir nodded. Then move to Ami.

“Mas, here, Mas. Photo...” Mr. Kades called the official photographer of the event. Not forgetting to call his wife too.

Snap... The moment was captured twice. Hazri, Ami, Mr. Camat, Mr. Camat, Mr. Kades, and Ms. Kades on each sheet. Mr. Kades smiled with satisfaction. The symptoms contain political elements as well as this photo shoot for him.

Guests rolled again after stopping for a moment. Not long ago Mr. Kades entered again. This time with two male guests. Hazri was a little gasp. One of them was wearing a police uniform, two jasmine perched on his shoulders. Adjunct Chief Commissioner of Police, as his rank Fahmi Putra used to be. Here, it means he's the Police Chief, the district police chief. And, the other one was wearing a government uniform.

Dither? No. gabe. Afraid? Be far.... Hazri already knows her science. All hope and fear are only for Him. Everything She. So, he smiled back at the friendly smile of the Police Chief who walked towards him. Junet and his wife were really proud. Never imagined the Police Chief present at his daughter's wedding.

“Pak Haji, this is Pak Kapolres and Pak Sekda..,” Pak Kades introduced them. The sect? Regional Secretary? The third person dong regency.

The police chief shook Hazri's hand. “Pak Haji, Mr. Regent send greetings and apologize for not being able to attend the invitation. We're in a meeting tonight, I happen to have finished my presentation. So, I have been asked to represent him with Mr. Secretary here,” he said.

“Sama-sama, Sir. We are here to thank you very much for your willingness to attend. Greetings to my Regent,” reply Hazri.

The Police Chief nodded with satisfaction. Go to Ami.

“When is Haji Mahmud going to my office?” ask the Secretary while shaking Hazri's hand. “Pak Regent also wants to meet he said.”

“lnsya Allah, sir, in time. But, is it true that I can come to the Government office? Don't-don't even get arrested..” joked Hazri.

“Report to me who dared to arrest Haji Mahmud Doro, hahaha..,” The Police Chief snatched from the side.

From the beginning Mr. Kades was prepared. Photographer is already on stand by in position. “Sorry Secretary, Mr. Police Chief, for village documentation..,” said Mr. Kades. Can aja.

“Ooh, can. Mari...,” said Mr. Secretary.

They also bans. Hazri invites her two in-laws, because the one with Mr. Camat was not there. Snap... Satisfied all.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the flood began to recede. The Progo group has not arrived yet. Ordinary, the hero of the recent emergence. “Ami, please tell the mothers, the dish should not be lifted first. Teacher is coming soon,” Hazri whispered to his wife. Ami nodded, then there told.

Because the atmosphere has subsided, Hazri awaits the arrival of his murshid in the front yard. Not formal anymore. Suit and tie removed, just stay shirt. Chat with Faruq, Pak Kades, and Karno while smoking and drinking coffee. Not until ten minutes later, looks there Kijangnya Agil car arrived. Hazri immediately approached. Faruq and Mr. Kades also joined despite not knowing who came.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” welcome Hazri.

“Wa’alaikum salam..,” said Mr. Subakir and the brothers.

Hazri goes through her mursyid, but doesn't kiss her hands as usual. That's the rule, so as not to invite attention. There are nine brothers who are here. Biang-biangnya, the guardians of the saung. All look common, some are batik and some are shirts. No one dressed in white sacrificed. I don't wear the Hajj. Like a regular guest.

“Pak Subakir, this is Pak Kades, Ustadz Faruq, and Pak Karno,” Hazri said.

They also introduced themselves to each other. Secretly Mr. Subakir noticed Faruq with his distinctive gentle gaze. Then, nod slowly. Hazri noticed that. Faruq was unconscious. Looks like there's something with Faruq. But Hazri doesn't feel the need to know any further. Not business.

Knowing his mursyid came, Ami was out to welcome.

“How, Ma'am? Happy?” ask Mr. Subakir.

“Alhamdulillah, sir..,” replied Ami blushed.

The atmosphere that had subsided made them more relaxed to enjoy the dish. Light talk, smoke, coffee, and laugh. Until finally Mr. Subakir excuse me to go home, right at midnight. “Thank you for the blessing, Master,” Hazri said shortly before Mr. Subakir got into the car. Subakir nodded with a smile. “Eemm, female. If Mas Mahmud wants, give the name Annisa Shofia. Hazri nodded in understanding.

Out of guests after the Progo group. Finally they, Faruq, Karno, and Pak Kades also beg themselves, tomorrow the new total packaging will be implemented. Now it's all on the somersault. Hazri thanked her three best friends. They also shake hands tightly.

Quiet now. Only two young men asked Faruq to keep the items that had not been packed. They also sleep on top of the seats. My mother-in-law has returned to her home. Same tired. Hazri sat for a while in the pelaminan alone, Mother's face shadowed. He also melted for a moment with the light dhikr. Everything She.

A few moments later, Hazri went into the room. Ami hasn't slept, sitting sweetly on the edge of the bed playing hair. Custom clothing and all trinkets have been removed. Stay in that thin nightgown. Hazri mesem near the door, her hands clung to the light switch. Lyrics for a moment, and then smile together. Pet.... Lights out. Hazri pounced, Ami screeched restrained.

Suddenly dozens of chorus compact crickets...