You and Emiliano were on a Tajweed Class. A rattan on your hand while Emiliano's eyes frozen on the book as he struggled to said the word

"Promise me you won't hit me with those thing." He said while smiling sheepishly, one mistake, one hit

"It's your choice, we already repeat this class for atleast 4 days, you should mastered it before starting the Iqra." You smile. A week ago he converted into Islam and also it was the day before you both marriage. He was a catholic before.