Love At the End of Ramadan
Chapter 25. Love at the End of Ramadan -END-

Tonight, Kirana's residence seems more crowded than usual. In the middle room, it has been decorated with a simple and elegant decoration with a dominating white color. Dozens of white roses also decorate this room.

A small table on the rug was ready. On the table was a silver color box containing a set of prayer tools, and the Qur'an. Not to forget, the red velvet box also adorns the small table. It contained a pair of white gold.

Tonight, Rama and Kirana's wedding will take place. In accordance with the wishes of Kirana who wants to get married on the twenty-seventh night of Ramadan. And tonight, that twenty-five-year-old woman's wish has truly come true.

Rama in a white suit is seen sitting cross-legged on the rug. In front of him sat Arman who would become the marriage guardian of Kirana, the ruler of KUA, Hakam, and two men who would act as witnesses.

Rama looks a little nervous. Many times it is************* its hands that already feel so cold. It seems true what people say. As great as men, will definitely feel tremendous nervousness during the procession of ijab-qobul. How not to be nervous? soon he'll take a tough deal on his life.

Marriage is not only a covenant between two men, but also a covenant between man and the Creator. So sacred was the marriage contract, that Allah called it Mistaqon gholizho or the heavy covenant of God. A covenant in which the doors of the heavens were opened, and the angels saw them.

Many times Rama sighed deeply, trying to master his nervousness. It could not be separated from the attention of Arman and Hakam who suddenly made them chuckle slowly.

"Mas Rama, are you ready to carry out the procession of ijab-qobul?" ask the guy next to her.

Rama took a deep breath and then he exhaled slowly. "Bismillah, I'm ready sir."

The ruler nodded. "Sir Arman and Rama please shake hands!"

The two then shook hands. While shaking Rama's hand, Arman's chest felt so tight, his eyes heated up. He felt something stirring within his body.

In a moment, his only puppet princess will belong to this man before him. Soon, her daughter's life will be handed over to her husband. And soon his son's heaven will pass to this man before his eyes.

"Can we start, sir?" asked the ruler who immediately spread the look of Arman who looked up.

Arman nodded his head.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim.. Brother Ammar Hafidz Ramadhan bin Abdul Hakam!"

"I!"

"I marry you and I treat you with my real daughter Kirana Anindya Shafa bint Arman Adiguna with a dowry a set of prayer tools and the Quran is paid in cash!"

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Kirana Anindya Shafa bint Arman Adiguna with the dowry paid in cash!"

"How are the witnesses? Right?"

"Well!"

"Alhamdulillah!"

With a single breath, Rama sounded so fluent in pronouncing the phrase qobul. From this moment on he officially became the husband of Kirana. And without feeling a speck of clear crystal escaped from his eye peluruk. The same thing happened to Arman, the whole tightness in his chest now turned into a tremendous relief.

Kirana with a white-colored robe walked gracefully flanked by Aisyah and Santi. The two middle-aged women drove Kirana to the place where Rama was.

Kirana entered the place where the marriage contract was held, then sat beside Rama. Rama turned his head towards the woman who was currently beside him. How surprised he was, seeing this woman. Tonight Kirana looks a thousand times prettier than usual. She looks so mesmerizing with her white-colored robe wrap and her flawless make-up. And of course with the hijab wrapped in his head.

Rama's eyes were perfectly rounded, his lips clenched. It's like being hypnotized by Kirana's beauty tonight. This woman who has been legally his wife looks like an angel.

"Mas Rama, can we resume the event?" asked the ruler with laughter seeing Rama who was hypnotized by the beauty of his wife.

"Eh?" Rama flinched, which instantly made his consciousness recover.

The ruler smiled knot. "Mas Rama, mbak Kirana, from now on you have officially become husband and wife. Please do your duties and obligations well and responsibly."

"Well now, please Rama pin the ring on Kirana's finger and vice versa!"

Rama opened the red velvet box. He took a ring and pinned it on Kirana's ring finger. After that, Kirana changed, pinning a white gold ring on Rama's finger.

Afterwards Kirana kissed the back of Rama's hand with a slight bow.

Again, a drop of clear grain escaped from Kirana's eye saddle. It is this hand that will later hold his hand to together live a married life. Whether what will happen later, he only leaves a belief, if Rama is the best man God has chosen for him.

"Help me to always be filial to you, Mommy!"

Kirana straightened her body again. She slightly raised her chin to look at the face of the man who was currently her husband.

Rama also looked at Kirana's netra in the shade. The two of them looked at each other with a thin smile on each other's lips. Without warning Rama then kissed Kirana on the forehead.

"Help me too, dear. Help me to be able to carry out my duties well," said Rama Lirih still by landing a kiss on Kirana's forehead.

Nyeeesss.....

The coldness seemed to flow blood in Kirana's body. This is the first time Rama kissed her forehead and it felt so soothing. Long Rama kissed Kirana's forehead as if he did not want to let go.

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Cloud pillars decorate the sky. Crochet in the corner buana. The wind also hit. Wash the freshness in the soul.

The goddess of the night soared, drowning her face behind the clouds. The star who usually sings and dances cheerfully, this night slightly dimmed, choosing not to reveal its existence.

"Assalamualaikum... Assalamualaikum..."

Rama turned his body. Greeted by Kirana's hand preparing to kiss the back of her husband's hand. Accompanied by a gentle kiss on the top of Kirana's head that was still wrapped in mucena, like transferring a sense of peace that flowed her blood.

Rama kissed Kirana's head intensely, while reciting the best prayers for the housewife he had just built with Kirana.

"Thank you so much for being in my life, baby. Thank you for being my life."

Kirana smiled meaningfully. He stroked the tender cheeks of the husband who was in front of him. "I should be thanking you, Mom. Thank you for coming through your presence, I can pick up my way of hijrah."

Rama hugged Kirana's body tightly . Swiping the back of this halal lover with full tenderness. "I love you Kirana. Stay by my side to perfect me and never leave me."

Kirana nodded in Rama's arms. "I love you too, Rama. I promise you, I will never leave you. All my life I will use to serve you and stand by you."

Rama broke his embrace. He lifted his wife's chin and looked at her net intently. "I love you very, very, very much Kirana Anindya Shafa."

Kirana nodded her head while gently stroking the husband's cheeks and lips. "I did too. I love you so much too, Ammar Hafidz Ramadan. Stay by my side to reach out to His jannah."

Ramadan gives a million meanings. Ramadan is the turning point in Kirana's life to become a better human being than ever. Ramadan makes it even more clear that whoever Allah wills will get all the good, Allah will understand him about religion.

In the end, the scenario of the Maha grasping life is so perfect record the whole love story Kirana. Beginning with a life without direction, God sent for him the figure of a man who turned out to be the way of hijrah, and improved.

Allah also inserted a happiness that he never expected at all, namely by making a man named Ammar Hafidz Ramadhan as his love destiny.

Slowly the sky began to fall. The rain bears witness to the love they have. The speck of rain on the night of the twenty-seven ramadan is like the longing tones that are clearly heard through the symphony of love possessed by two people who are bound by the sacred bond of marriage. In their hearts, they both pray a prayer, hopefully sadinah mawadah warahmah will always accompany the household heresy they build. And one day be able to gather them back in his jannah. Aamiin, aamiin, yes rabbal alamiin....

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