Gold And Diamond
Part 81 "Qabiltu"

"Qabiltu nikahaha watazwijaha bi mahril madzkuri. Halen."

Kala heard the pronunciation of the qabul was spoken loudly and clearly. He said both his hands. Facing the prayer stanzas that are being raised. It is hoped that he can be the best companion. Carrying out the Nurmaya message at that time. Hopefully by repeatedly reading the message, he can live it with the most beautiful love. Not just memorized, but berapang heart devoted to a new family, especially to Gus Omar.

"When?" Mela screams softly. Embracing fast.

So did Ruma. "La, finally .. You've finally become someone's wife. Duh, don't expect."

Kala nodded. Smiling all smiles.

"You're gonna be my bestie, right?" tanya Ruma while holding Kala's shoulder.

"definitely. Even though my place is no longer here, you can come at any time. Please, don't take this as a farewell. I need your support. For me, the journey after this isn't easy, Mel, Rum. My responsibility is also getting bigger. To accompany Gus Omar, I need your sincere prayers. Yea?" Kala pleaded with both eyes.

"Just like we're being bestie all the time" Ruma said.

"I have something."

Kala looked at where Mela had gone. Then, Mela brought a large elegant black paper bag.

"From you?"

Mela shakes.

"Who?"

Mela looked at Ruma. Then, look at Kala back. "It's open."

Seeing the water, Kala became curious. He opened the paper bag. Sejurus widened and alternately looked at Mela and Ruma.

"Who is this from?"

"You wear it, La. Who is grateful will definitely be seneng," said Ruma.

"Heh, from whom? What if I asked Gus Omar? I don't want to lie, ah."

"Say I don't know. Who gave me and Ruma."

"Yes, La. Kan, that's not you lying. It's really us who are loving and you don't know who the sender is."

"Don't play dong's secrets, Mel?" Change to look at Ruma. "Rumas? You know, don't you, who's giving?"

Ruma lip smear. Boost.

"Ah, cook? Not sure I'm."

And then Gus Omar picked her up at the door.

The three of them looked at the same time.

"Check, stand up! Picked up by the handsome prince" whispered Ruma.

I immediately put down the paper bag. Stand with a guppy expression. Take a moment to fix the mimic. Then, staring with a little smile.

Budhe Atun, excuse me for interrupting Gus Omar's path. Then, approach Kala.

"Later kissed his hand. Gus Omar, Nduk!" whispered.

"Yes, Budhe."

Budhe Atun gestured for Mela and Ruma to accompany him to the door.

In this kind of scene, it was obvious Kala was inexperienced. There's no shadow that it's going to be this mixed up. Mela nudged him softly as she let Gus Omar's hand hang in a few seconds. She simply did not expect her teenage status to have ended at this point. In a period of time he could not see before. Yes, human plans are often not in line with God's destiny.

Camera flash on. Some scenes have been shot. Including when Gus Omar kissed the crown of Kala while praying. Even when he offered the back of his hand, Kala purified it and guaranteed a prayer afterwards.

When Gus Omar guided him to the dead table.

There, Budhe Atun and Uncle Gani have been sitting in place of papa and his mother. Kala's approaching. Sungkem, then hugged them in turn.

"When you're a teenager, remember, Nduk Ayu! You're bringing a big man. The happy and careful. Take care of your husband."

"God, Budhe."

Although it only lasted short. The advice was reminiscent of what Gus Omar liked and disliked. While busy interpreting the swish slowly when he felt the tight grip of Gus Omar's hand that invited him to stand continued the photo session. He also admitted that the hand was so soft. Just like the guy. However, he wanted this show to end soon. It was the attention of many people, making him very embarrassed. In fact, she blushed several times due to her husband's gaze. Until he dares to turn his attention in the other direction. Also when his hand was trying to be held in, he pulled slowly. He was stiff when asked to take pictures together with each other face to face, in front of many people and cameras.

"Mom, smile."

When I smiled stiffly.

"Less natural, Mother."

"Pripun, huh? I can't," he lamented.

Gus Omar held both cheeks of Kala. Directing to his face. Touch the corner of the lip, then pull it.

"This is beautiful."

Kala grimacing.

"Many people I'm ashamed of" whispered Kala.

Without warning, Gus Omar tied his left hand to Kala's waist. Approaching towards him. Then, as Kala spontaneously looked at him tensely, the flash lit up.

"Well, this is good. Candid."

"Mom, I've, yes."

"A little while, Ma'am. Less romantic scenes."

"Oh Allah" he murmured.

"It's just relaxing." Gus Omar is calming. Let the photographer take aim again.

It's not because Kala doesn't know style. If he is with his friends, he can be very narcissistic. Another thing with the momentum of this contract, his entire body felt very stiff. Repeatedly his shot failed because he had difficulty smiling loosely. Even if there was, he only managed to smile faintly.

An hour passed.

"Mela, don't go home yet, yeah." Kala held Mela's hand.

"La, the show's gonna be over. People are coming home. We'll disturb later. I think Gus Omar wants a sneak can both be the same as you, deh. Happy love, yes, La. Samawa. Until jannah forever." Ruma said.

"We need to get home. Someone wants sweet-sweet." Mela.

Kala pinched Mela instantly. "Basic, yes. I don't understand. You guys just go, huh. Your work is a mulu."

Mela looked at Ruma. "No, it worked. If I was a joke, he'd be a ngusir."

"The day after tomorrow we're not here. I'm slinging you guys."

"Duh duh. Ning kok nyleding. Graceful dong, Bestiee." Mela repeated again.

"Mel, hopefully. Go, gih!" Kala pushed Mela.

Mela just giggled with satisfaction.

"OK us home. Bye."

Mela and Ruma finally go home.

Kala was alone in the room while removing makeup.

"La, haven't you?" Vey was standing in the middle of the door.

"Yet. Just new."

"If you have, continue to greet guests, yes."

"Where's Emang Gus Omar going, Onni?"

"Salat duha is like that."

"Oh, that. Yeah I'm a prick."

Vey walked away, Gus Omar came in. Dissipate yourself in bed.

"Dek, why is make-up removed? Beautiful so."

"Dimension of ordinary makeup, Mas."

"Can you, yeah, you call me a mas?" Gus Omar smiled. Offering his good looks aura.

Kala. Realize something.

"With a haircut?"

"No. I will not cut my hair. My love is gone, dong."

"It can be that joking," Kala's mind. He was the one who blushed.

"Continue?"

"I'm a squirt."

"Ows. Because as far as I know, his hair must have been draped."

"Later I'll stall. Just like yours."

Gus Omar stood up. Slide the chair, then sit right behind Kala.

"How much hair is hmm?" whispered Gus Omar.

"short."

"When it's long, it doesn't have to be cut." Smile again.

"Take care of it, ah."

"What's how?"

Kala threw away her face. Uncomfortable with the swish that comes up every time Gus Omar looks at him with love.

"Don't be too shy. My husband is ashamed. Hmm?" Gus Omar brought his face closer. His left cheek almost stuck to Kala's right cheek.

"Aged forty, but kayak is still two five styles if it fits this way. What's Gus Omar really like, huh?" his inner. She bumbling despite trying to remove the entire rest of the make-up.