I'm a Qualified Old Virgin
After the Wedding.

Syifa was already in makeup very pretty and gracefully wearing a beautiful white dress like a princess. A small crown perched above his head. Not to forget he wore a white veil in harmony with his dress and khimar.

A knock on the door made Syifa instantly avert her gaze.

"Let me see who's coming!" said a MUA who has finished applying Syifa.

When the door was opened it turned out that the one who came was Iqbal. He was ready to pick up Syifa to the hotel ballroom where the reception was held.

"Mas Iqbal anyway, please Mas. Syifa's sister is also finished!" said the perias.

Iqbal nodded and went into their room. It stopped right in front of Syifa. A moment to observe his wife's makeup in silence to make Syifa look embarrassed because it was stared at very intensely from a distance close enough by her husband.

Suddenly Iqbal gave Syifa a beautiful bouquet of white lilies. It made Syifa slowly raise her face to look at Iqbal.

"Let's get down!" said Iqbal while giving his arm to be grasped by Syifa.

Syifa received the flowers and then slowly grasped Iqbal's arm. No conversation took place along the way to the ballroom. However, several times they threw each other a wordless glance. Enough eyes that speak, if both are covered in the flowers of romance.

Arriving at the ballroom all eyes looked towards them. Syifa seemed a little nervous because of the many invited guests who came. Apparently Iqbal invited his business associates.

One hand Iqbal suddenly clasped Syifa's related fingers on his arm. Iqbal can feel if Syifa is nervous. By holding it he hopes to make Syifa feel calm because there is Iqbal beside him.

Syifa could also catch the meaning of her husband. He felt more comfortable and without hesitation stepped with Iqbal, down the red carpet that was held.

Along the way to the throne, they were sprinkled with flowers that made the two brides like queens and kings. Even the decoration is very magnificent decorated with various beautiful flowers in every place.

Syifa felt haru with a very memorable wedding party that Iqbal had prepared for her.

A happy atmosphere can be felt by all guests who come. Everything went very well without a hitch until the show ended.

There is a sense of haru created when Syifa will be separated from his extended family. His father's family, grandmother and aunt will return to Surabaya. Nor will he return to the house of abi and his mother, but after this he will stay at the house of Iqbal.

Hugged one by one his extended family, before they went home. Syifa even cried bitterly as she hugged her mother.

"Mama ...," she hugged her mother.

"From now on you must serve your husband, Fa. Be happy and be a good wife and mother. Sometimes come home with your husband if you miss Mama!" rosa says.

Syifa could only nod without being able to answer. Her crying broke because she had to part with her mother. A great woman who was always there for him until he grew up.

"Jaga Syifa is fine, son Iqbal. Please guide Syifa to be a good wife!" rosa's message to her daughter-in-law.

"Good, Ma. Trust Syifa on Iqbal!" answer Iqbal.

After his extended family returned to their respective destinations, Iqbal brought Syifa back to his residence. They were welcomed by Maryam's grandmother. They had lunch together and performed prayers.

Afterwards Iqbal took Syifa to his room which sounded like it would be their room. Syifa was quite impressed to see her husband's room. Pretty big and very complete. It is very convenient to be occupied as a newlywed.

Iqbal then told Syifa to rest first and told her that tomorrow she would take Syifa somewhere. While Iqbal still have something to take care of.

In the afternoon Iqbal woke Syifa by rubbing her cheeks when Syifa had not yet woken up.

"After the shower, I wait downstairs. I'll introduce you to someone!" he said and then kissed Syifa.

Syifa was just silent, because Iqbal always did things that were sudden and unexpected. Syifa only got up after Iqbal left their room.

Syifa immediately performed the prayer and then took an afternoon bath. When he was about to change clothes he was very surprised to find his suitcase was empty.

"Astaghfirullah where my clothes are!" syifa panicked. He only wore the bathrope available and could not possibly wear the shirt he was wearing earlier.

Syifa glanced at a closet in the room. Actually, he did not dare to open it afraid of being thought presumptuous. But he had to wear something. Slowly open the cupboard to the right. Inside were neatly arranged men's clothes. Syifa closed it again and opened the other side.

"Alhamdulillah O Allah!" tekik Syifa when he saw his clothes were neatly arranged there. He picked one and rushed to wear it.

As he prepared he thought who had packed his suitcase and put all his clothes into the cupboard. He was very embarrassed because there are clothes********** as well. He always takes care of everything himself. Or if anyone helps it must be his mother.

A knock on the door made him turn. Apparently it was her husband. Iqbal went into the room and sat down beside Syifa.

"Why don't you come down, did I tell you I was waiting downstairs?" tanyakanya.

"I'm sorry, I had trouble finding my shirt. No idea has been placed in the closet," said Syifa.

"You slept really well. I told auntie to clean up your suitcase while you were sleeping!"

"Oh sorry, I was so tired" Syifa said. But he was relieved that it was the aunt who tidied up her suitcase.

"It's okay. I know it. And your other stuff, I put it in that drawer!" connect Iqbal while pointing at the drawer next to the bed.

Astarghfirullah's. So he took it apart too? if it is the same! inner Syifa.

"Eh, em .. thank you. Should've let it go. I will be able to do it myself" replied Syifa.

"I don't mind!"

"But ..,-" Syifa did not continue.

Worried about offending her husband.

"That's it. Let me introduce you to someone!" said Iqbal while holding Syifa's hand.

"Who?" ask Syifa curiously.

"Later you know too. You've met before if you remember" said Iqbal.

"Huh ..., Recognize?" Syifa was becoming more curious.

Not the answer Syifa got. Iqbal continued to take her out of the room and down towards someone's room.

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