Abraham and Asyila 2

Single-minded

Dyah smiled broadly as she continued to step her feet toward her future husband, Fahmi. The man in front of him that afternoon looked very handsome, let alone the jacket worn by Fahmi was not the jacket he used to wear.

“Tumben,” chirps Dyah shyly.

“Why? Doesn't match with Mas's age?” asked Fahmi who looked disappointed by the change.

“Kok even thought like that? Of course Mas Fahmi is very suitable to wear a Levis jacket like this, looks more handsome and fashionable,” replied Dyah.

“You can, let's go up! If not go home now, fear of rain.”

***

Dyah got off the bike and Fahmi rushed back to the Absyil housing, Dyah's smile smiling widely and looking very happy.

“So this is how it feels to have someone loved, now I can feel what it's like to be in love. Oh my goodness, why not wait to get married,” said Dyah monologue while imagining herself and Fahmi getting married.

Dyah smiles to herself when imagining herself and Fahmi getting married. Until finally, Yeni came to surprise Dyah.

“Dor!” yeni shouted while hitting the shoulder of her beloved daughter.

“Mama why do you like to make Dyah surprised? What if Dyah dies young?”

“It's just like that until everyone dies. Hmmm, besides you why are these afternoons even daydreaming? Oya, where's Mama's daughter-in-law?” asked Yeni while circulating her gaze to find the whereabouts of her future daughter-in-law.

“After delivering Dyah, Mas Fahmi directly home,” replied Dyah.

Yeni gave a small nod and grabbed her daughter's shoulders to immediately enter the house.

“Papa where, Ma?” asked Dyah because she didn't see her dear father.

“Papa happened to be away, attending the wedding of his co-worker.”

”Kok tumben Mama not coming? Usually Mama is the most enthusiastic when it comes to eating for free.”

“Enak eat for free, keep paying dear,” chirped Yeni.

“Iya Dear Mama,” reply Dyah.

“Maybe your Papa gets to the night house.”

“Night? Is it far away Ma?”

“Lumayan. Don't talk about your father anymore, now you take a clean shower. After that, we ate together!”

“Ok My beautiful mother!” yelled Dyah and ran small towards his room to immediately clean up.

In the room, Dyah did not immediately clean himself. He threw his body into his soft bed.

“It feels like I want to always be in this room of mine,” Dyah said and rolled around on her bed.

“Dyah! Quick shower!” yeni's orders from outside the room door.

Dyah gasped and finally rushed to clean up.

Nightfall.

The girl frowned when she had just read a message from Kevin that the contents were Kevin happy to see Dyah happy and sincere if Dyah was not his match.

“You expression your face like that dear?” ask Yeni curiously.

“Nothing, Ma. Ma, Dyah get into the room first yes.”

“Iya dear, but don't be long yes!”

“Iya Mama.”

As Dyah was walking towards his room, Kevin suddenly contacted him. Without thinking long, Dyah immediately received a phone call from his best friend.

“Assalamu'alaikum,” says Kevin.

“Wa'alaikumsalam, what's up Kevin?” asked Dyah while walking into her room.

Kevin did not immediately answer Dyah's question, the young man instead sighed and increasingly made Dyah confused to have to respond to Kevin how else.

“Before I thought that someday you would accept my feelings. But now I realize that love cannot be forced. Sorry for making you uncomfortable with my feelings.”

Dyah bit her own lips, she was confused to reply to Kevin with what kind of words. Dyah could not string together words of wisdom, so he chose to be quiet and listen to every word spoken by Kevin.

“I'm sincere, Dyah. Congratulations on your relationship with the man,” said Kevin who still can not bear if you have to mention the name of the man who has defeated him in the affairs of romance.

“The name is Mas Fahmi, Kevin,” Dyah explained.

“Yes, I know his name. You also have mentioned his name directly,” reply Fahmi.

She combed her hair using her fingers. Her mind was immediately fixed on her future husband who happened to be out of the house that night.

“Dyah, don't forget to send your wedding invitation. I also want to be a witness to the history of your marriage, now I am sincere and I will always pray for your happiness and your future husband. Assalamu'alaikum.”

“Wa'alaikumsalam,” reply Dyah.

Dyah throws her phone on the bed with teary eyes. For the first time, Dyah feels that Kevin is very mature.

“You are a good man, Kevin. I also believe that you can find a girl who is more than me,” said Dyah.

A few minutes later.

Dyah gasped when his phone went off again, thinking it was Kevin. It turns out her guess was wrong, the person who sent a short message for her turned out to be her future husband, Fahmi.

“Dyah, currently Mas is in the store. Dyah want what? Let Mas take him there!”

Dyah smiled widely, he was happy when reading the message. Her future husband was really very considerate of her.

“Dyah is actually full, Mas. Tell you what, bring Dyah brown bread!”

They kept sending messages, until Yeni finally called him to get out of the room. Dyah assented and rushed out of the room to accompany his mother waiting for her dear Papa.

“You've been inside for a long time, that's why you're smiling to yourself? Must be because of the future daughter-in-law Mama huh?”

Dyah timidly nodded lightly.

“So, when will you get married?” ask Yeni curiously.

Dyah's eyes opened wide, he was surprised to hear the question from his mother.

“Mama why ask that? Didn't Mama and Papa know better when Mas Fahmi married Dyah,” Dyah replied while holding back his embarrassment.

Yeni chuckles amusedly at the response of her beloved daughter.

“Alright, if the future daughter-in-law Mama here, Mama immediately asked when you were married.”

“Mama!”

Dyah put on a sullen face while folding both hands to the chest.

“Darling, Mama and Papa wish you to be a good and obedient wife to your husband. Remember yes baby, soon you will be the wife of Nak Fahmi. Please keep this in mind, whatever Nak Fahmi says one day, you must obey him and must not argue. God willing the gift is heaven,” bright Yeni.

Dyah cried deeply and immediately embraced her name.

“Thank you, Ma. Dyah will never forget Mama's message and Dyah will try to be the best wife for Mas Fahmi, keep praying Dyah ya Ma!”

“Of course dear,” reply Yeni.

The sound of the car horn rang, Yeni and Dyah gasped. The person they were waiting for finally came as well.

“Come on, your Papa is here!” take Yeni and hold her daughter's hand to the front of the house to welcome Temmy.