You Are My Favorite Sin

Dila was fast asleep. Her heart was a little sluggish after telling Iqbal. Even though things would never change, at least she had spoken to her brother.

Iqbal was an older brother who always loved and protected her. If Dila was a little more courageous and not afraid of being called flirtatious, maybe Iqbal would help her relationship with Fatih.

Dila drifted into dreamland. Hoping that this dream never ended and did not return to the real world.

The door to Dila's room was knocked on from the outside. After dawn prayers, Dila went back to sleep due to fatigue after the reception.

It turned out that being a bride and sitting in the aisle was very tiring, especially when Dila had to wear a heavy suntiang on her head.

The door was knocked on many times from the outside. If it didn't budge. The beautiful girl was still drifting in dreamland.

The knock on the door got louder and Dila woke up. The girl stretched while collecting lives.

Dila got up from her bed and opened the door. Ria, her sister-in-law was at the door.

"Are you sleepy, bride?" teased Ria, smiling flirtatiously at Dila.

Dila closed her mouth because she was yawning.

"Really. I'm really tired. What are you doing here?"

"Take a shower and have breakfast, Dil. Elders have been waiting in the family room to open the gifts and open the envelope."

"Can't it be tomorrow?"

"Look at this morning. All our elders wanted to record the gifts of guests. If the child or the guest gets married, they must be given the same gift." Ria explained about opening guest gifts and envelopes.

"Go take a shower first."

"Dil," Ria called Dila.

"Yes. What's wrong?"

"Tomorrow you will often stay up late," said Ria, laughing teasingly.

"Where have I ever stayed up late. I slept on time."

"You will often stay up late. Trust me," said Ria, increasingly eager to tease the newlyweds.

"What do you mean?" asked Dila stupidly.

"Bara will ask you to stay up late. Play a horse," said Ria imitating the style of playing a horse.

Dila shuddered in horror at her sister-in-law's prankishness.

"Geez. In the morning you already talk about porn. Dila and Bara don't love each other. So we can't be in touch for now."

"Then there is a possibility that you and Bara will be in touch?" asked Ria searchingly.

"I'm his wife. Maybe it won't be forever. Isn't it the wife's duty to serve her husband in bed?" Dila asked Ria in return.

Actually, Dila was embarrassed to say things like that to Ria but to avoid bullying she had to act normal and said yes to Ria's words.

Dila didn't like telling stories with Ria. Apart from being nosy, never losing, and her mouth was a bucket. If you want your secret to being safe, don't ever tell Ria if not, get ready because she will tell other people our problems."

Ria and Naura didn't always get along. Mostly Naura had given in. Ria was just a housewife. She used to be a flight attendant since she married Iqbal and had two children, she decided to resign.

Ria was often jealous to see Naura because she worked as a doctor. So far, every time there was a fight, Naura always gave in.

Sometimes they quarrel over trivial matters, their children's quarrels, their children quarreling, which the mother quarrels with because she defended the child.

Dila herself was very close to Naura and didn't like to see Ria's childish attitude. However, Dila never showed her dislike for Ria. Dila will act normally like her attitude towards Naura.

"The newlywed's talk. Hmmm." Ria shuddered in horror because Dila had succeeded in silencing her.

"I'll go first, please take a shower and go downstairs," said Ria, patting Dila's shoulder.

"Ok." Dila gave a thumbs up.

After Ria left, Dila closed the bedroom door and rushed to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, Dila finished taking a shower. The girl was wearing culottes and a T-shirt. Dila's hair was stiff because of a bun and hair spray was applied. Dila was forced to wash her hair in the morning even though her family laughed will be the risk.

Dila was going down the stairs. Her three nieces and nephew were seen running. Iqbal had three children, one from Naura and two from Ria.

They were children, sometimes they got along, sometimes fought. Dila's nephews and niece's names were Alea, Attar, and Aina.

Alea was the daughter of Naura and Iqbal. Attar and Aina were the children of Ria and Iqbal. Dila was very fond of them.

"Children, don't run. You'll fall," said Dila, reminding her three nieces and nephews.

"We won't. We run slowly," replied the eldest Alea.

Alea and Attar were ten years old. They were born only in different months but in the same year. Iqbal married Naura and Ria on the same day. Both of Iqbal's wives became pregnant at the same time. Lea was only two months old compared to Attar. Born to the same father although with different mothers but their faces were very similar. Many thought that Alea and Attar were twins.

"Alright. Be a careful child." Dila waved her hand and left her three nephews.

"Yes auntie," shouted Dila's three nieces and nephews simultaneously.

Dila was greeted by a large family in the living room. The elders from the father's side and the mother's side had gathered there. They were waiting for Dila to open the gifts and wedding envelopes.

Grandma Uwa started the opening ceremony for ceremony. GrandmaUwa was the younger brother of Dila's grandmother. Since her grandparents had died while carrying out the pilgrimage in Mecca, grandmother's role was replaced by Andung Uwa.

"By saying bismillah. Let's start with the opening of the gifts and wedding red packets. Whatever gifts Dila will receive and the nominal in the envelope we should be grateful. Dila gifts are like a social gathering. Now we accept other people's gifts. If the guest who gave the gift is going to get married later or their child, we should later give the same gift or the same nominal value according to ability. "

Dila nodded at hearing advice from Andung Uwa.

One by one the gifts from their guests opened. Some gave luxurious gifts such as rings, bracelets, and necklaces. These luxurious gifts were obtained from Defri's business partner, Dila's father.

Hijabs of various brands from the Dian Pelangi, LBY LCB, Ammara, Button Scraf, Radwah, Prayer, Restu Anggraini, Luana, ELV, VRP Scraf, and Ria Miranda brands. Even though she hadn't used the hijab, Dila was moved to get beautiful and contemporary crafts that given guidance to immediately close her aurat. Even though she was not yet veiled, Dila was always dressed modestly and closed.

Dila's gifts were flooded with clothes from Indonesian celebrity brands. Clothing from hijabers and headscarves that were being loved by the public, including Dila's colleagues. The gifts were gifts from friends from Dila's office at MBC bank.

The envelopes were also opened. The contents of Dila's envelope made our poor souls struggle. Not only cash but there were also checks and demand deposits worth five to ten million per envelope.

Dila's father was a successful businessman, of course, the nominal in the envelopes was not small.

"Don't forget the gift from the head of the Dila branch. Mr. Satria gives holiday gifts to the newlyweds. Where are Dila and Bara going for a honeymoon?"

"Yes, I forgot. Mother is curious about Mr. Satria's gift, Dila's boss, who is strange and miraculous," said Lusi, Dila's mother.

"Mother embarrassed me," said Dila with an embarrassed expression that she made up. Just a joke to make her family laugh.

"Where's the paper bag from yesterday?" Iqbal asked while looking at Naura.

"It's here," said Naura giving the paper bag contained Mr. Satria's gift to Dila.

"Open it, Dil. We are curious," said Ria, while laughing with amusement.

"Curious Ria." Naura corrected Ria's words.

"We will imitate the language of the millennial child, Ra." Ria raised an eyebrow.

Dila opened a paper bag given by Mr. Satria. There was a voucher to stay at a luxury resort in West Sumatra.

"Voucher for staying at the Kandui Resort Mentawai," said Dila while fanning her stay voucher.

"Wow really great Dil." Ria was amazed.

"I wanted to go there too. The resort was very luxurious and the price for the stay is fantastic. Hollywood artist, the film star of The Hunger Games, just went there on vacation. Lucky for you Dil that you can have a honeymoon there!"

"Where is Kandui resort?" Grandma Uwa asked because in his life he had never heard of the name Kandui in West Sumatra.

"Mentawai Andung is precisely in Sikerei. The average foreign tourists are there. The new resort provides world-class facilities and the waves are beautiful for foreigners surfing. A night's stay there costs five million," said Ria excitedly.

"How do you know? Didn't we go there?" said Iqbal in surprise.

Dila and Naura smiled at Iqbal's words. Iqbal could drop Ria in front of his extended family. Ria's pretentious attitude sometimes made Iqbal a little annoyed.

"Ah you're not up to date," Ria chirped incessantly.

"The news of Liam Hemsworth's vacation in Kandui went viral and made me curious. So I searched on google. I found the info about Kandui Resort. I'm proud that world-class tourist attractions are in West Sumatra because so far Indonesia's tourist icons are only Bali and Lombok."

" Oh, I see." Iqbal nodded his head.

"It means that tomorrow we will take Dila and Bara to Bungus port to Kandui," said Defri, Dila's father.

"That's true, father," said Iqbal while snapping his fingers.

"How about you Dil? Do you want a honeymoon?" asked Iqbal uncertainly.

"It's free so I want to. When can I go on a vacation to a world-class resort? It could be the same as Liam Hemsworth's level if I go there," said Dila with a contrived happy expression. Just to heat Ria because this one sister-in-law never wanted to lose to other people.