A DEEP WOUND
Iri
When I got to the front of the house, I saw the parking of a sedan car that was no stranger to me. Well, the sedan car includes a car that was used by Mr. Kyai.
I walked slowly as I entered the house. Or maybe this is someone else's car I think so too. But, when going in it turns out that the ones sitting are Pak Kyai and ustaz Aris.
My mother was there too. Behind the fence I tried to catch my breath before I stepped foot in. And to his surprise, Nisa's ustazah also came along.
Why did they suddenly come to my house. Without ustazah Nisa haunts me first. Oh, my God, I forgot. How can he hang me while this is the third time I change my phone number.
With a nervous feeling I ventured to enter. "Assalamu'alaikum." I tried to smile at Nisa's ustazah looking straight at me.
"Wa'alaikumsalam." Everyone answered my greetings. Really, I'm confused. Why ustaz Aris came to my house and he came with Pak Kyai. However, I kept a big smile in front of them.
Out of curiosity, I immediately gave the code to mother. So that mom will follow me back.
"What's up, Buk? Why did they suddenly come here?" I whispered to my mother.
"They. They're here to slam you." Hearing my mother feeling so happy. But, seeing mom put on a sad look I tried to hold back my joy.
"I mean what about Mom?"
"They asked for my blessing. But, Mother also answered everything depends on you alone. Although I do not agree, but I can not selfishly force the heart as well. As hard as I forbid, your feelings for ustaz Aris will remain."
I was stunned to hear mother's explanation. However, on the other hand heard the mother's statement. He seemed to agree, but agreed. Either I have to be happy or I don't.
"So. What do you mean, Mom?" I asked with nervous feelings. "Does Mom agree?"
She fell silent and sat down on a chair near the kitchen table. "Mom's up to you, son. Your happiness is your happiness too."
"So, you agree?" ask me to clarify again.
Mother nodded slowly assuring me. Even if you look, the mother seems forced. I doubt all this. I am so happy for what I have wanted all this time. But, there is no way if I am happy and such a happy mother is forced.
"Yet. Manda is okay if you don't agree." I tried to say something heavy to my mother.
"It's okay. Mother agrees. And earlier I also had conditions, even if you were married to ustaz Aris. I want you to go to college."
"What do they say?" I just scrunched my forehead.
"Ustaz Aris agrees, but Pak Kyai and Ustazah Nisa seem to be thinking."
"Yes already. Now Mom just come out. The decision is in Mom's hands."
"Lohs. Decision in Mom's hands. Who will marry ustaz Aris is you, son. Not Mother. That will be in the honey is you. Not Mom."
On the other hand, I am happy, but on the other hand. I'm hard if I let my mother feel like I had to agree to this relationship.
"Yet. Manda doesn't taste the same, Mama. If you don't agree, don't, Buk." I would rather have to endure the pain of my love than to hurt my mother.
"Mom agrees, Son. When will you be ready?"
"Who is what, Buk?"
"Yes. Married."
"mmmmmmm. Manda wants to catch himself first, Buk. Don't agree either. If you're heavy, we think yes, Buk."
"Candy, Buk. Now I found Aris's family. Marriage problems give Manda time to think about it. When will the time be right."
Mother then nodded and went out to meet Aris's family again. All this time I tried to get rid of my feelings for ustaz Aris, but still I couldn't.
In fact, the more I tried to get rid of my feelings for him, the greater the feeling for Ustaz Aris. What exactly happened to me. Do I have to think only about my happiness while my mother feels heavy if I see me married to ustaz Aris.
When ustaz Aris and his family had come home. I came out of the kitchen and went into my room.
I picked up the phone that was on my desk. Right now I'm really in a dilemma with my own feelings. Salsa might be able to give me some advice right now.
I opened the whatsapp app and typed a message for Salsa. Thank God he was online, immediately I typed a message to greet him.
[Assalamu'alaikum, Sa]
Without waiting for long, Salsa replied.
[Wa'alaikumsalam, Manda]
[I want to tell you the same story]
[What news?]
When Salsa asked, I hesitated to tell Salsa this. Maybe I should tell him to come home. With a doubtful heart, I typed again to reply to Salsa.
[You come here tomorrow. I'll tell you tomorrow]
[Where do you mean?] ask Salsa again.
[My house. Cook to people's homes]
Two minutes passed, Salsa had yet to reply again. After four minutes, the message from my best friend came in again.
[What crazy are you! you think your house is close. Your home is far away for mercy, Manda!]
With a feeling of annoyance read the reply from Salsa. I also reply again.
[I need you again, Sa. I want to tell you about marriage]
[What?! Marriage again? You can't talk about anything other than marriage.]
Reading the reply from Salsa made me snort angrily. Then I replied to the last message before the offer.
[Udah. You come here, tomorrow. Not much to do. This time I seriously discussed the matter of marriage with you. You'd be surprised if tomorrow I tell Aris to come here with his family]
I have not yet been waiting for a reply from Salsa. I took off my phone to lay on my bed.
Sometimes I close my eyes at the sudden approval of my mother. What happened to mother so she approved if I should marry ustaz Aris.
As far as I'm concerned, if discussing marriage or ustaz Aris. Mom always put a pissed face in front of me. And at the end of it he was emotional and like angry when talking about it.
Mom's like a dipelet. Cook it straight away agree. What exactly are they talking to mom. So, mom agrees but agrees heavily. Well, it seems clear that you agree with the feeling of being forced.
O Allah. I agree with this marriage. And God willing I can be a second wife. Calm your heart for all this. Aminn.
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