Love Sholeha
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Hamdan Sholeh gave thanks in his heart, after the legitimate words of the witnesses were heard with his voice. A breath of promise he had passed, his heart was calm no longer pounding uneasily and nervous. Everything has flowed in line with hope.

When he met his wife, who might have been more agitated waiting in there, the face he had seen the last two days as someone else was now officially his. His smile that kept him agitated fearing sin is now turning into a beautiful in his life.

His heart was still beating but not as tight as it was, he slowly followed the mother and mother-in-law to the room where the Queen had been hiding all this time.

" You wait here, let me pick you up" said Ms. Nur, stopping Sholeh's footsteps who actually can no longer be patient.

He nodded obediently, trying to resuscitate himself to stay calm and be patient.

The door opened, a little blocked by the mother Sholeh could not find the face of the queen, did you know, mother, honestly I can myself pick her up, why did you block my steps, inner Sholeh.

Whether a few seconds or minutes Sholeh does not remember, his bride appears before him, gracefully held in tow by his two mothers.

His heart rippled again, rustling again louder feeling an endless happiness at last. The same smile, like his smile, is firmly attached to the carving of the wife. Sholeh could not hold back tears, though a drop still flowed across the cheek that was getting deeper into the dimple.

In the rubbing of the wet end of his eyes, he stepped forward to speed up the meeting and immediately grasped Sholeha's hand, this time his eyes did not want to turn away from Sholeha's face. The beautiful face that he had longed for he immediately wanted to keep in his arms and warm embrace.

" Don't forget to recite the prayer, that God may bless you!" exclaiming someone who knows Sholeh can't see who it is.

The soft fingers he had held, he lowered his head to kiss the back of his right hand, as he had been reminded he recited a prayer, before kissing his wife's forehead.

There is a pause in the attack of the story, not as flowing as this neatly arranged word, feeling each other's happy beats in each moment. Sholeh still smiled very slowly he whispered.

" Hey my wife",

There was no reply from Sholeha, she kept smiling without a word and asked.

" You signed first, just continued chatting and others" said Rizal, who had followed Sholeh since then.

Sholeh then took Sholeha closely to the place of agreement, completing the state procession well.

Put signatures in a small green and red book, take pictures as a form of documentary and shake hands to ask for prayers and blessings from all families and relatives present.

The couple also did not forget to pin each other jewelry as a simple symbol on this important day, a beautiful circular platinum ring on the second finger.

The series of events began to enjoy them, especially when both of them sat for a moment in the pelaminan both. Taking pictures together and also a big family.

" Gold is hungry, is it still a long time to sit here ?" ask Sholeh to his wife slowly.

Sholeha smiled, "Same Mas, maybe in a moment"

The hands that had hooked each other were increasingly holding back the laughter, which they caused in the crowd.

Though not at lunch arrived, still around eleven in the afternoon, is because they have breakfast that is too early, so compact hungry after marriage.

In the chair of the pelaminan so happy and full of laughter, looks a wry smile that continues to stare endlessly. The woman who is the same age as the mother, did not stop researching the face of the bride that he considered inappropriate.

She was Rani, who did not turn away even a little to look at the bride who was having fun, her eyes were shining with hatred in the crowd. " So boy, dare to disturb my plans" he said slowly.

***

After repeatedly asking the committee, finally the two happy people were allowed to get off his throne. Previously he also shared moments by taking pictures with family and relatives.

As the two were about to move from there, Rahma and her mother approached. Sholeh looked at his wife as if trying to discuss what attitude he should give them. Sholeha gave a small nod, with a simple gesture they pared away leaving behind a guarantee.

" Have a happy new life" said Rahma, the first time she shook Sholeh's hand. As if to tell if between the two Sholeh is the closest to him.

" Thank you" Doubtfully replied to that remark.

There was a pause in both, Sholeha even had time to grumble to release Rahma's hand from Sholeh as soon as possible. He's very disturbing.

Sholeh pulls her hand first, she knows Sholeha doesn't like to see it.

Without a word, Rahma shook Sholeha's hand briefly. Sholeha was very reluctant to smile at this moment.

Ms. Rani did not say much to Sholeh, instead she turned to Sholeha who looked uncomfortable to her.

" Congratulations, son, ah and let your husband be polygamous. He still holds another name in his heart" he said without hesitation, Sholeh could also hear that.

Sholeha's left hand tightly gripped her grip on Sholeh's waist. He channeled the resentment caused by these heartless mothers.

" Don't be smart Mom, there's no other name but Sholeha in my heart, don't push your daughter like that, she'll be so embarrassed" Sholeh replied firmly unwillingly.

Rahma and her mother left the guarantee, if seen from her body language Rahma had berated her mother, but did not care, Sholeh just wanted to make sure his wife was okay.

" We rest now yes", Sholeh still took Sholeha gently.

The beauty who for a moment looked carefree turned moody instantly. He was silent in his own mind.

***

Still with the wedding knickknacks, Sholeha sat leaning her body on the side of the bed. After hearing the old woman's words his heart felt uneasy, disturbed and agitated. Whatever the reason is joking, Sholeha really still does not agree.

Sholeha no longer pay attention to the movement of the husband who began to be busy looking for a change of clothes and so on. He daydreams for what depth?.

" We can take off her dress now Mommy?" the friendly voice spread Sholeha's daydream.

" Ah, yes, Ma'am. " Sholeha moved on, taking off all those knickknacks.

Still with the dream of Sholeha, she began to move to change the dress with long dres colored brick, it was realized that if there was no husband who was holding her in.

" Where are you?" he dyed.

Before long, when Sholeha wearing her veil entered Sholeh suddenly.

" Loh it's done, huh,?" ask Sholeh to see Sholeha.

" Well, where have you been, haven't you changed?"

" I forgot not to bring change, after looking for Agus please bring clothes at home" he explained then sat on the bed Sholeha.

Sholeha did not realize, she was busy installing a rudimentary veil.

" Leha is ready to eat first" he prepares to go out, but Sholeh prevents him.

" We chat for a while, just five minutes "Sholeh pulls Sholeha slowly to sit on the bed.

Sholeha nodded, her hands held tightly by her husband. With eyes that are still lethargic not sparkling like, Sholeha tried to look at Sholeh.

" Why?" ask Sholeh.

" Have you thought about that?" ask Sholeh again.

Sholeha was silent for a moment.

" Can't it be polygamy?" said suddenly.

" You, one wife has not been enjoyed, the time will look for again ", her laughter was held back when she saw Sholeha who was ready to take her hands off her grasp.

He seemed misbehaved with Sholeh's casual reply, "Where are you going?" ask Sholeh again.

" We need to eat the mas, you've already failed to say", he replied with a slack.

Sholeha ran away from her husband.

***

The atmosphere of the celebration at Mr. Sulaiman's house is not yet over, after their magrib held a lecture as the last event today. Sholeha and her husband also prepared, following the study.

" Which clothes are you wearing?" sholeh asked when unpacking the bag, which was delivered by Agus.

Sholeha approached, looking at the pile of clothes that were not much.

" What is appropriate to hear mr. ustadz lecture, "said Sholeha while choosing.

" Well fitting how, the feeling of his clothes mas yes fit for anything" replied Sholeh still sitting watching his wife seriously.

Sholeha looked at her husband, "At least a special one. It's still our wedding, anyways can forget about ready clothes"

" Oh, yes it is the same with your clothes, let it look like a partner" Sholeh said.

" Oh, I didn't bring it. In part why can not forget the dress itself, yes already this is the same color" Sholeha took a shirt that matches the dress.

" Well, I was nervous, not thinking. Also near his house, mas ndak bring change can go home first"

" Yes, so bother, love to wonder"

Sholeh quietly listened to his wife nagging, he also just realized that this woman in front of him looks so different. He looked relaxed and not shy.

Sholeh smiled, "You're chatty yes, the new feeling was legitimate this morning already pinter ngomelin mas like this" he touched the sweet potato Sholeha sitting beside him.

Sholeha was a little surprised, she then looked at the husband with a face that was a little difficult to understand.

" I'm very fond of my husband, who yesterday was just a cover, outside. Because I'm still afraid of being rejected"

Sholeh gave a laugh, then hugged his wife tightly.

" It's a lot of effort, does it look like you can refuse?" sholeh said in the arms of his wife.

Sholeha smiled, hugging the first time she felt from the halal man she had longed for.

" I'm afraid of getting hurt again, no matter how much Mas is the last option I'm fighting for."

Sholeh took off his embrace, he changed to look at the wife's face, kissed the forehead that so caught his attention at this time. " Mas didn't get you easily Sholeha, however you were also my dream long ago" he said with earnestness.

" Fast?" Sholeha.

" Yes, since Mas always asked to be given the best mate, and unexpectedly it turns out he was in plain sight, for mas you are a dream that really needs to be achieved as soon as possible." sholeh's hand held the fingers gently Sholeha, she felt a warmth she could not express.

" If it turns out that Sholeha is not the good side that always mas pinta, how?"

" If it's not good, not necessarily bad, the best thing for you is the availability of you to accept this marriage wholeheartedly, your husband is also a lot of bad but does not want to be the worst of the worst, we understand many sides of us slowly, hopefully to be the best side for our provision in the future."

" Mas talk too much, I forget to remember." complained Sholeha.

" Ayeah, Mas also can not repeat it, it's already considered yes", Sholeh smiled a little.

Sholeha was still looking at Sholeh very slowly there were many words that she wanted to say.

" Dad..."

" Yes?"

" Don't say all this because we are happy, at least remember that we are in a state of mutual disbelief" said Sholeha so gently.

Sholeh nodded and smiled, looking deeper into Sholeha's face.

" Yes, of course. For I have had you with all love" Sholeh brought her face closer to Sholeha, she could not stand the talk that kept on shaking her heart. He wanted to prove his many words earlier with a single action, to be clear and certain.

Sholeha was a little nervous to feel her husband's hands cupped on both sides of her face, there was something else she wanted to convey without a word from her husband, her heart was uneasy as she got closer. His two eyes did not dare to clearly see what would happen next, he closed his eyes.

Sholeh smiled, looking at his wife's very stiff-looking volunteering attitude. Excited is he, wants to immediately achieve what his will.

Suddenly the door algae moved, and the two of them were shocked. Sholeh took off her hands and pulled her face from before Sholeha, she also opened her eyes and turned to face the open door. And standing a brave figure who did not know the situation, he smiled without hesitation.

" Om, aunt, you are called grandma" he said with a very fluffy laugh, no matter what the cause.

Sholeh stood up, drawing closer to Fatih.

" Okay, wait five minutes yeah" he said trying as quietly as possible.

" Don't be long, sin makes people wait" the little man replied threateningly.

" Yes, "Sholeh closed the door again.

He took a breath, looking at Sholeha who was also smiling at him.

" Change Mas's clothes, "Sholeha reminded.

" Oh yeah, forgot" she laughed.

Sholeha gave the shirt to Sholeh who began to lift the tip of her tee shirt, Sholeha was a little surprised but tried to be ordinary.

" Sholeha wait outside ya !" he put his clothes back on the bed.

" Its responsibility, we go out together " said Sholeh while removing the shirt perfectly. He realized Sholeha was lowering her gaze.

" Do you need permission to do it here?" ask Sholeh again.

Sholeha looked up and continued to shake quickly.

" Do what?" her eyes saw her husband without clothes.

" Please take off my shirt,"

" Ah, that. Just do it" Sholeha said.

" You don't want to see her?" bargain Sholeh before buttoning the shirt completely.

***