
The wedding was held at Arsen's private villa. Some people have been invited. Only the closest and most trusted people have the honor to see Arsen pronounce kabul ijab.
In Arsen's room, Areef seemed busy, he repeatedly repaired Arsen's clothes. Make the man who wants to have a wedding is anxious.
"Grandfather, this is the eighth time Grandpa has asked me to change suits" Arsen protested.
"Okay, Arsen. It's your big day, don't let your wife not be happy to see you later. You have to be perfect! You're my only granddaughter, son."
"Master, it's time for Young Master to come down" the butler reminded.
"Well, fine, you go first, take care of the others, make sure everything goes well."
"Okay, Big Master."
After the servant's departure, Areef looked back at Arsen a long time ago. Smiling haru, patting his shoulders slowly and giving away the supplications he hoped would be useful to Arsen.
"Arsen, Grandchild. Listen to Grandpa's advice. After your pledge is made, your responsibilities will increase, son. Your role is one, which is to be a husband."
"But, treat your wife well, don't make it difficult for her with small matters, don't bother her, don't hurt her, let alone beat her."
"Don't brag about marriage. Marriage is sacred! Later, if there is any problem with your wife, talk carefully. Don't let the misunderstanding drag on."
"Kabul not only recites that you have accepted her as a wife, but more than that, you accept her shortcomings, worse, you accept the responsibility to guide her and take care of her..." Areef long-fruited.
"Grandfather, shall I have a seat? Grandfather was like he was giving me a lecture right now," Arsen grumbled.
Without even being told, Arsen already understood all the theories of marriage. He had read many wedding books before he decided to marry Nadira.
"Grandfather, Arsen thinks Grandpa is getting more chatty lately, is Grandpa taking the wrong medicine?" Arsen again echoed his protest to make Areef ruffled waist.
"Bad grandson! If today wasn't your wedding day Grandpa would've hit you by now."
Then the two went down, there, a simple wedding was held. After climbing the stairs, Arsen headed to the table where he would make a sacred promise before God.
Without any hindrance, the marriage contract was completed. Arsen said it out loud. Prayer echoed along with the day that filled the room. Areef had already wiped his wet eyes from earlier.
"Finally my only granddaughter is married, I can rest easy now" he said.
After that, Nadira then entered, accompanied by several people he sat beside Arsen. Who legally and religiously had legitimately become her husband.
Arsen placed his hand on Nadira's head wrapped in a white hijab, recited a prayer, then kissed Nadira's forehead long enough. Nadira pounding, this is the first time someone kissed his forehead, his blood rustled warmly, there was a strange feeling that ran him to the crown.
After Arsen took off the kiss, Nadira now changed who kissed the back of Arsen's hand. A drop of Arsen tears felt flowing on the back of his hand.
She cried? batin Arsen. Nadira looked up, looking at Arsen, her husband fixed. The same thing Arsen did. Nadira looks beautiful with a white dress wrapped in her slender body, matching color hijab as if adding to her beauty today.
"Smile, wipe your tears, don't let people see it" Arsen whispered.
"Why indeed? The bride is natural to cry on her wedding day," said Nadira while wiping her tears using a tissue.
"Oh, can you also be moved?"
"Don't praise me too much, sir. Later you fall in love," teased Nadira. No matter where the wind came from, Nadira felt very eager to tease the boss of her husband.
Arsen glared, turning his gaze the other way. "Don't look up to yourself, Nadira."
"Curtain! Who looks up to himself, does not Mr Arsen always look up to himself?" cetus Nadira deliberately wants to make Arsen annoyed.
This woman! Just watch out, I'll get you back later! Arsen spoke in his heart.
After that, the two greeted the invited guests present. Continue with a meal with a large family until the afternoon.