HIJRAH LOVE
CHAPTER 8

I was silent about the strange things that were happening inside of me. How not, I have to see him again. Cook it if I'm fooling around with him. Ahhh, I don't think it's possible!

The wedding ceremony will begin. I accompanied Aida in that ceremony, rather I sat next to Aida. Aida looks so beautiful and no less than her groom. He looks handsome and handsome.

"Is it ready?" Ask the manager who made sure.

"Yes sir, we're all ready. The show can be continued." Answer Mr. Hardi Aida's father.

"Yes, then I start the show." Said pak pengulu firmly.

"I received the marriage and marriage of Aida Assifa bint Hardi with a dowry of 250,000 and a set of prayer equipment paid in cash." Said Fahri aloud as the groom.

"Well...?" Said the gentleman who asked the audience.

"Well...!" And simultaneously answer at the same time.

"Alhamdulillah...!" Say pak penghulu with relief and after that read the do'a.

Alhamdulillah, legitimate also deh Aida with Fahri. May you be happy, be a happy couple, mawadah warahmah and can be a couple until your feet.

And the next show, taraaaa... Dining. There are several meals served to the invited guests during the event.

"Assalamu'alaikum Aisha!" Said Yulian who approached me.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" Answer me briefly

Yeah, you know who I mean that guy? And it turns out it was Yulian. Even though I just met and warned him not to meet each other, he now even met again accidentally.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to approach you. I just want to say hello and nothing more. Well, I'll go there first." He said softly and softly.

After that he left me who was still standing near where the food was.

"It's weird for him, it's weird for him to be this weird too. I miss him. Akhh_thought what I am. I have nothing to do with him." I muttered inwardly.

Everyone still enjoys the show. Some were drinking, some were eating. And now I feel that I'm quite full of dishes that I think are delicious in my tongue.

Shortly after, I said goodbye to get home first. Because there is sudden business.

"Aida, I'll let you go home first. And congratulations on the show. Alhamdulillah has also been given smoothness. May you and your husband be made a couple who are very wise. Amen...!" I said to Aida who was busy greeting the guests.

"Thank you Ayesha for what you said, but why are you rushing home Ayesha?" Ask Aida

"I actually have Aida's business, so I'm in a hurry to go home! Ma'af yes I can't accompany you until the end of the show!" My answer explains.

It didn't take me long to talk to Aida, and I left and left. Actually I have no business whatsoever, but I don't feel at home if there's Yulian there.

"Assalamu'alaikum Aisyah, where are you?" Suddenly my phone rang and indicated someone was texting me.

"Wa'alaikumsalam who are you?" Ask me who feels unfamiliar with the new number that sent the message earlier.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. I am Maryam Aisyah," she replied.

"I'm still at home, can I take a walk for a while?" The answer was to take me for a walk.

"It doesn't matter, brother. I'll go home first then." Reply with enthusiasm, because I have not been traveling for a long time.

Yes_I call sister Maryam because she is older than me. As long as you know well, Sister Maryam is a graduate in Egypt! Because of the scholarship he got at his Madasrahnya so, he could study in Egypt until he graduated S1. He also majored in medicine. Thashing...! I was beautiful, big-nosed, white, but unfortunately all her beauty could not be seen by many people. Because, he uses a veil every day.

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I got home after a few minutes of cycling. And I parked my bike in the car garage.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" I said hello while knocking on the door.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" Reply from within that may be Maryam's sister.

"Oh you've come home Aisha. How, you want to not accompany brother for a walk?" Ask Sister Maryam to make sure.

"Yes, sister, Aisyah. But Aisyah change clothes first! He wears a sultry beginning. Is sister Maryam not sultry so wear clothes that are all closed?" I asked Maryam's sister.

"What do you mean Ayesha?" Ask Sister Maryam by frowning, because who does not understand my grievance when hijab.

"So Maryam doesn't understand? Akh_alah, Aisyah wants to change clothes first." I answered him who didn't want to explain anything to him.

Let me go to the bathroom and take a shower for a while. Then I took my bright red mini dress. It may look elegant and not sultry.

"Sir Maryam, Ayesha is ready!" I screamed down the stairs.

"Astaghfirullahalazim, what are you wearing?" Ask Maryam who was a little surprised by the clothes I was wearing.

"Yes wear a mini dress, brother, usually Aisyah wear kayak gini clothes." I replied with a big smile that might look so sweet.

"Aisha, remove your bad behavior. Don't wear open clothes like that. Because it's not good for men and definitely for yourself." Said sister Maryam who reminded me like a warning or something.

"*Sud*, sister, Aisyah is not ready to wear clothes that are covered. Honestly Aisyah wants to, but Ayesha is not ready." I reply by lowering my head.

"OK, but you better change soon. Not only your clothes, but your heart and your behavior must also change." Pinta sister Maryam gently.

"All right, brother, God willing Aisha will do it soon. Oh yes brother, how about if brother accompanied Aisyah shopping for clothes gamis first all the streets." My bid to Maryam's sister.

"Ok, no problem." Said Sister Maryam with a smile so sweet.

We also went to a clothing store that certainly shar'i clothes like what we had planned earlier at home. This time I did not use my favorite bike, because it is impossible if I rode Maryam on a bicycle. Yes kali!

We rode the Honda beat in red and black. The motorbike was rarely used, because actually I did not want to spread air pollution. But yes how else, now I go with sister Maryam and besides the bike there is only 1.

The weather this afternoon was so hot, coupled with traffic jams along the way. Huh, it feels waw! But, we still enjoy it without any complaints. And finally, we arrived at a clothing store complete with hijab all at once.

Yes_lumayanlah do not have to go far to find a hijab shop. And when we were busy picking clothes, suddenly a middle-aged mother greeted me. I don't know who he is.