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Today, at exactly eight o'clock in the morning, the Ijab pronunciation will be held at the residence of Tyra's parents. Firdaus asks that the ijab be done at his home because Tyra is the only child who will not allow for him to return to have the opportunity to be a guardian for his child's marriage.
And yes, everyone agrees including Atan and his mother. There was nothing wrong with the request because Firdaus was Tyra's father.
The wedding was tightly closed. No media was invited or seen there. Only the relatives of Firdaus and Riyana came. While from the Atan side, there was a second uncle—kakak Lastri— and family who came from Surabaya to witness the sacred procession.
Atan is very handsome with a tall strapping body and sweet face, ready with a white shirt and black pants and black peci on his head. The suit is in the car, here are some requirements to apply for girls, namely surrender. The number is not much, but quite useful for beautiful women like Tyrana Agnalia.
“I kuaget you know, samean moro-moro rabbi ngene. Not onok wind, mr. moro ngejak nang jakarta. Dek Atan rabbi, ngunu jarene, luangsung I mendelik.” chirped Agus, cousin Atan who is younger than five years. (I'm surprised, you suddenly got married like this. There was no wind, I suddenly went to Jakarta. Dek Atan got married, as he said, when I was wide open.)
“Rabine ambek artist, pisan.” he continued with Javanese dialect typical of Surabaya. (Married the same artist, anyway.)
Atan who is basically a pure Javanese, yes, understand what his cousin said. She smiled sweetly at Agus.
“Sit artist mas Agus, model. But maringene isn't retired. Dadi housewife ae. I sing golek duwek.” (Not the artist mas Agus, the model. After that I told him to retire. So housewives only. I'm the one looking for money) so thin. Atan is a calm but firm man in making decisions when talking.
“Sip! Mugi in paringi lastingeng yo.” (Sip! Hope it lasts, yes.)
“Amins. Thanks for the do'a, mas.”
The man whose face was older than Lastri but still healthy and fit called Atan pak dhe emerged from behind the curtain of the living room.
“Wis ready anyway, le? Wes jam pitu.” (Will you be ready, son? It's seven o'clock.)
Lastri appeared with Linda who today looks very beautiful with a purple-colored brukat robe.
“Already, sir dhe.” said Atan took a firm position with his shoulders upright.
“Don't forget do'a. Let the ijab be smooth.”
Atan nodded to hear the words of the mother who had also been told by her dhe sir.
There were six people who were now leaving for the Tyra family residence, in Atan's car. The neighbors also had to look for a while when Atan walked out of the house, then prayed and said congratulations. Atan was grateful for the do'a he received today, everything was good.
Hopefully his ijab.
May you be a sadinah, mawadah, warohmah family.
Those two do'a that didn't stop flowing for him and Tyra. And may all this be granted by the Almighty God.
While at the residence of Firdaus, Tyra who was finished in make-up, waiting for the arrival of Atan's party in a room that he had not occupied for a long time. She silently shed tears, for in the end all became beautiful. His parents accepted him again despite the circumstances as they already knew. Then, marry the good man he loves, let alone have their future child in his stomach. Tyra's life feels so perfect now.
Tyra's palm rubbed his stomach which was now covered in a beautiful white kebaya that he and Atan ordered to one of the famous designers known as Tyra. Her face is ayu, thin but still looks elegant.
“After this, we will stay with Father yes, son.” whispered she held back tears. She did not want to make it difficult for her MUA to rearrange makeup because crying at the crucial hour would soon become a day that was so precious to her. “Mama love you.”
The door swings open and Tyra finds Retno in a modern batik suit that makes her look handsome. Hair that is usually left to extend until it covers the eyes, in a trim with a high and tight current model. Tyra remembered last night that her manager asked for permission to trim her hair. And now, Retno looks so Gentle and also ... very handsome.The eyes are clearly visible, the nose is sharp, the face is clean without acne, the eyebrows are thick and the lips are slightly pink despite not wearing lipbalm.
“Wah, why don't you just start kayak gini, Pah.”
“Why? Lo nyesel don't have a crush on me?”
”Ya is not.” said Tyra fast without thinking blah, blah, blah, because he knows the choice is only to Zelatan Adonizio.
Pot heart of his brother neng, why speak honestly very anyway?!
“Where-where Atan remains number one.”
“Dah knows I if Lo bucin Ama she. The proof is Lo bunting.” retno chirps annoyed. The man sat on the side of the bed, then pulled out his expensive cell phone. “Linda follow?” she asked timidly without daring to look Tyra in the eye.
Tyra smiled at jail. “Why, want to cecengin?”
Retno just kept quiet and kept scrolling through someone's instaons profile, looking around for stuff when there was the latest update. Who knows, he's got the dresscode grille that guy uses today.
“By being honest, he is still single now before in four people.”
Retno stopped the movement of her thumb on the phone screen, then looked at Tyra with a curious look and wanted to know. “Yes if siSetan ngijini!”
Retno's answer made Tyra instantly highlight the manager sharply. “Call my future husband so again, I failed to plan pedekate Lo to my sister-in-law.” threatened fierce Tyra with a face annoyed and flat half dead, also clap raised to the chest, as well as the hands raised to the chest, who invited Atan's guts to shrivel. If Tyra had used Lo-gue's call, it was a sign that he was angry and there was no hope and kind words that were thrown from his mouth. Retno knew that long ago.
Tyra lowered his fist, “So you want to tebet the real Linda?”
“Yes if he wants, and I get permission from his brother anyway, want Rex. But I'm sure Linda won't, and Atan refused me—”
“Ya fight dong, Pah. Proof that you're serious about him. When people like you lose before war? Dong letoy! No exclamation huh?!” cebik Tyra who was immediately rewarded Retno pillow sheet that hit his back.
“Vang-sat lu yes!”
“Byten and its predecessor are ready, Ra.” said Firdaus' sister called Tyra Aunt Ane. The woman had a child of Tyra's age who was also married. He will accompany Tyra out later after the ijab is finished.
“If so, I go out first, Rex.” said Retno immediately took a stand and walked out after getting approval from Tyra.
Now, Tyra's heart is pounding waiting for the moment where Atan will make himself belong to the man as a whole, even though they will have to say the ijab again after their child is born. At least, this is the most precious moment in life that he will remember until later.
The spacious living room that is transformed into a place of agreement is filled by family members and parties from the Office of Religious Affairs who are none other than the hallmark of this sacred event.
There is a table of not too large size, which now makes Atan, Firdaus, penghulu, and pak dhe of Atan sit opposite each other.
Firdaus reached out on the table according to the instructions of the ruler, then greeted Atan with a cold palm. Their gazes met, then locked in order to make sacred promises and responsibilities that Firdaus would transfer to Atan.
The ijab took place hikmad, until the appeal of ‘Sah’ made all the hearts that were there feel relieved. The penghulu recites the do'a to both brides, then Tyra is taken out by Aunt Ane.
It was this moment that made Atan smile on the sidelines of his cries. He saw the beautiful woman he loved walking towards him who was now tied up. After standing in front of Atan, the graceful Tyra shook Atan's palm and kissed him briefly, then Atan replied with a kiss on the forehead. The two of them will never forget this day. A day that is so profound and meaningful in the lives of two children who love each other.
After that, Atan and Tyra looked at each other. Then Atan said firmly,
“I will love you until I return to the lap of the power, Tyrana Agnalia. My love, there will be no end to you.”
Tyra and everyone who witnessed it were moved and shed tears as Atan's trembling voice said that in front of everyone.
“I will take care of you with all my soul and body. Forever.”
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The atmosphere of the house of Paradise is now crowded by the voices of nephews and people talking. The big family of paradise present seemed to be doing a family reunion. They also followed the Atan family among them. The definition of good family is already attached to the big family of Paradise.
Presmanan provided by the Tyra family next to the living room next to the pool. After the ijab took place earlier, the event continued with the familiarity of two families that had been united.
And this opportunity, is not wasted by someone to take action approach.
Retno that does look stunning today managed to attract the attention of many people. Including Linda who was also no less surprised by the new appearance of the man who was one year younger than her brother.
“You, Linda's sister Atan right?” retno asked, suddenly standing next to Linda who was taking her balado chicken for her lunch today.
“Ah, yes, mas.” replied Linda who was surprised because the sound of honey belonging to Retno greeted her ears. “Oh, this is Tyra's manager right?”
Retno smiled at Linda. The look they meet. “Yes. Kenalin, Retno Sangkala.”
Linda looked down to look at Retno's pure white palm, much different from her skin which was only a yellow Langsat, then greeted her with a smile no less sweet until a dimple appeared. Linda looked up again, then mentioned her name. “Belinda Adiyasa.”
...—End—...
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