When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Season 2: 7
When everyone was busy with her happiness, there was a girl who was busy arranging her heart.
-----------------------
All preparations are complete. The wedding will be held at Daren's residence. Zanira asked for it, saying there would be memories left in the house.
Tonight, Zanira asks that the older brother—Zakira accompany her to sleep. Honestly, Zanira was very nervous. His eyes are hard to shut because he keeps thinking about tomorrow, where his marriage will take place.
There is happiness, fear, and restlessness. However, Zakira quickly grasped his sister's fingers. Trying to give strength, as well as win the master.
“Ciee... can't wait, huh?” ledek Zakira after Zanira calms down.
Of course, the sister smashed her lips, upset to see the behavior of her brother who always teased her.
“Kakak didn't know how to be me. See tomorrow, if you get married, surely ngalamin, kaya’, gini,” ketus Zanira.
Zanira only smiled, then nodded briefly. Next he pulled out a blanket to cover the bodies of the two, laying down there.
“Sleep, Deck. Uda very late, tomorrow you have to wake up early to make up,” tell Zakira.
“But I can't sleep, brother. To the mind of tomorrow continue,” complained Zanira.
For a moment the atmosphere turned silent. The two girls who were in the room, were both staring at the sky of the room. The breaths sounded like a rumble. Until Zanira opens her voice again.
“I'm so happy, Brother. Finally my wishful thinking since long ago, achieved also,” said Zanira.
“Angan-angan?”
“Yes. Since Junior High, I've loved Arfan. Because of his care and kindness, it made me want to have him. And, tomorrow, everything will change as I wish.” Zanira paused his words. “I hope we can both build a household, furthest away from those who want to destroy, and equally love each other.”
And now, there is no fear of moving on, because Zakira does not want to be one of the three that Zanira mentioned.
🍁🍁
The atmosphere in the house is quite crowded, the invited guests become witnesses, on arrival. The bridegroom with his family had just arrived and was warmly welcomed by the bride.
Inside the room, Zanira was already finished decorating. The girl sat on the edge of the bed with Zakira. She asked her sister to accompany her, until she was brought down later.
“Inhale ... exhale.”
Zakira continued to say the sentence, in order to win the brother who kept moving restlessly. Not just Zanira, but Zakira as well. Not only his body, but his heart also moved uneasily.
“Kak. I was scared ...,” shrewd Zanira while squeezing both her hands.
Zakira rubbed her sister's back gently, continuing to calm the girl down. Although Zakira knew, all would not be brides because every bride would definitely feel what Zanira felt.
‘How? Valid?’
‘Sah!’
Arfan's stern voice, followed by another voice, was heard so clearly from the small tv in Zanira's room. It was deliberately installed so that the girl could see the kabul ijab procession below.
At that moment, Zanira's tears came. She wept deeply moved, finally becoming the legitimate wife of an Arfan.
Tok tok tok tok
“Log.”
“Zanira, let's go down the same Aunt. Your husband is waiting below,” said aunt Vera with a happy smile.
“Iya, Aunt.”
Vera leads Zanira out, but her second steps are stopped and both look back.
Understanding that gaze, Zakira immediately smiled. “Times, Tan, Dek. Sister will follow, want to go to the bathroom first.”
“OK, then, Aunt take your adek down first,” reply aunt Vera.
“Iya, Aunt.”
Now, only Zakira herself was in that room. He looked around, very romantic. Zanira's room has been decorated like a wedding room in general. Zakira let out a rough sigh, closing her eyes for a moment.
And now, there is no hope. You can, Kira. You definitely can. God is preparing better for you.
🍁🍁
Sick of this, but othor likes it. Hehe. Relax, yes, soon Zakira will be happy too, really. Othor again chatted with his prospective lawyer. Hihahi.
Like and comment after reading. Don't forget to vote too, if there's an excessive ahem.