Chapter 1

She woke up from her sleep, which showed at 05.00 her feet got up from her bed to perform the Fajr prayer. After that, she had to help her mother cook and she also wanted to find another job. He has been looking for a job for a long time but no one has accepted him. Maybe it hasn't been his sustenance after breakfast, his parents want to talk to him about an important matter about matchmaking.

"What's an arranged marriage?" Hasna does not believe that she will be matched because she is afraid if her husband is her uncle, who already has a wife and children.

"Yes dear, we want to match you with the son of your father's best friend," said his mother.

"But Mom, I want to work for money to help you pay for your father's treatment."

"Son, if you marry him, we can live well; we don't have to work anymore."

"But ma'am..." Before Hasna had time to speak, her mother cut her off as well.

"Please assist mother in paying for her father's treatment."

"Yes, ma'am, for the sake of you." Hasna whispered that she couldn't say anything else if it was like this.

"Thank you, son." They hugged their son.

Tonight is the night of the match between the two of them, which has already been determined when they will get married. While the widowed man does not care about his match, the most important thing is that he can still be with his children.

"Mama" called the little boy who was behind, then Hasna looked back to see a small child calling her.

"Mom?" Hasna, who was surprised to be called her mama, reflected.

"Oh yes, I know this is Aunt Reynand Aditya's child and this is Aunt's grandson named Nadhifa nandra Aditya, while this one's name is Elsabila nandra Aditya. Come on Salim with your new mama." Aunt Maya introduced her child and grandchildren to Hasna. She also told her grandson to shake hands, but Elsa refused to shake hands with her stepmother.

"I am dhifa mamah." The little boy shook hands with Hasna and introduced himself, while his first child didn't want to shake hands with him. Maybe he didn't accept himself as his new mama.

"Elsa shakes hands with your mother," Aunt Maya ordered.

"Until whenever I don't want to have a new mama, I only have one mother. Maira Amarissa is my biological mother, not her." Elsa glared at Hasna. She also didn't know what was wrong with her, making Elsa dislike her.

"Elsa, watch your talk."

"It's up to you whether you want to defend him or not until whenever I don't have a mother like him." Elsa left all of them who were still here and ran to her room.

"Sorry, he still hasn't accepted that his father remarried." Maya was embarrassed by everyone who was here.

"Yeah, it's okay Auntie," said Hasna with a smile. She saw Reynand was just silent, whether he was the same as his son, who didn't want to think of him.

"Reynand, teach your son"

"Hmm," was all Reynand answered, because he didn't want to cause more trouble with his parents.

"Mama mamah," called the little boy who approached Hasna and sat on his lap. Reynand wondered why it was easy for Dhifa to get along with her feelings when she knew that Difa didn't like strangers she didn't recognize.

"Yes dear, what's wrong?" Hasna asked her by stroking her soft hair.

"Later, Mamah will live with us," said Dhifa.

"Sure," replied Hasna with a smile.

"So how was the wedding when it was held?" asked Hasna's father.

"Hmm, how about two more days?" said Uncle Aditya.

"Pah or not speed," said Reynand.

"Not sooner is better than later," replied Uncle Aditya. He couldn't do anything else if it was his papa who had spoken.

Today is Reynand and Hasna's wedding day. They will both be halal soon. Hasna is being made-up by her makeup artist.

"Masha Allah, you are a very beautiful son." Puji Mamah Reynand was amazed to see her daughter-in-law more beautiful after being made-up.

"Hehe, thanks Ma." Hasna said she was embarrassed to be praised by her mother-in-law.

"Surely Reynand would love to see you."

"Is it possible that Mas Reynand will like me?" Hasna mumbled, not believing Reynand said that.

"Oh, yes, Ma. "When does the Qobul Ijab start?" asked Hasna.

"Soon, dear." Replied mother, Reynand.

"Brother Reynand Aditya, I married and I married you to my daughter, Hasna Khairani Syafina, with a gold dowry weighing ten grams, paid in cash," said Hasna's papa with a hand that tightly gripped Reynand's hand as if trusting Reynand to give Hasna completely. Meanwhile, Hasna is waiting for her Ijab to propose.

Raina Adriana Agatha bint Agatha malik with the dowry being paid in cash. Reynand said the qabul consent with one breath, along with the relief the man felt, as if accepting Raina to be fully responsible.

"How are the witnesses?" asked the chief.

All those present witnessed the procession of consent qobul that morning, smiling happily.

"Alhamdulillah" in his room looking in the mirror, he can't believe that today his status has changed to a wife.

Hasna was pranked when she found the reflection of Reynand's tall body behind her. Hasna looked around for the whereabouts of her mother, who was nowhere to be seen in her room.

Reynand was silent, staring at the reflection of Hasna's face in the mirror in front of Hasna, who is now his wife. Kevin stepped closer to Hasna, who was still looking at him.

Standing right behind Hasna, she looked directly at the two black eyes through the large mirror in front of them.

Hasna's heart was beating fast. Hasna has never been in a room with a foreign man other than her father, but this is the first time Hasna has been in a room with a man.

Hasna suddenly stood face to-face with a man who was much taller than Hasna. Hasna kept a few meters' distance as if forgetting that we were halal.

"Get out, everyone is waiting." "Reynand he said firmly, without saying anything.

"Y-yes, sir." Hasna thought that after marriage her husband would be more romantic, but it didn't meet her expectations.

After the marriage is over, Hasna will be brought by her husband to live in his own house. Until then, Hasna can't believe that her house is as luxurious as this, like a palace.

"Get out!" Reynand ordered him to get out of his car.

"Mas, can you bring my suitcase, sir?" Hasna, who had already put her suitcase in the trunk of her husband's car, asked Hasna.

"Why do you have your hands if you don't use them?" Reynand sarcastically made Hasna bow her head. Her husband had just gotten married. He was already acting like this, especially later. It would be better if he brought his own suitcase instead of getting angry. I shouted for him.

"Mamah" dhifa shouted at her immediately. She hugged her mother tightly until she was overwhelmed with carrying her suitcase and also hugged her child. Yes, now they have become Hasna's children. She must be patient with the attitude of her son and also her husband.

"Mommy lives in this house too, right?"

"Of course, yes."

"Hooray, now I have a mama. I also won't be teased again if I don't have a mama," Dhifa whispered.