Ambiguity Between Us
Thirteen
Nayra nodded slowly. Answering Ustadz Rahman's questions with shame and disdain.
They sat on wooden chairs lined with square pillows.
An adult woman entered with a tray containing 3 glasses of water, which she gave to her guests. Then, he came again with 2 jars containing cookies and banana chips. Nayra shuddered and kissed the woman's hand, then returned to the back. She was the wife of Ustadz Rahman.
Ustadz Rahman sat quietly facing Ustadz and Ustazah the teacher in the cottage, 2 people he respected as educators and 2 people he loved as his children.
Ustadz Rahman, who felt that there was awkwardness to the two of them, tried to melt the atmosphere by asking Nayra for news, and joked a little to both of them. Slowly things began to melt.
"So, both of us came to explain things" Azki said, beginning the intention he promised Ustadz Rahman. Meanwhile, Nayra just lowered her head in the seat beside Azki but was a distance away.
Ustadz Rahman tried to keep a positive attitude towards both, although it was a bit difficult for him.
"Before we want to apologize to the pesantren and especially the father" continued Azki.
The adult man was silent, listening to Azki's words.
"We didn't mean to do it however, everything just happened" Azki said. Nayra remained down.
"this is called taqdir" he continued
"that we have been married for 6 months more, Ustadz" Azki said quietly, but it was quite clear in the ears of the healthy adult male.
Ustadz Rahman was silent. They're silent for a moment.
"but we hope you can keep this relationship a secret. We can only tell my father. It's also because of the guilt that is so deep from us" explained Azki
Azki thrust a pair of marriage books on the table, then extended them towards Ustadz Rahman. The man took one of these books. He smiled and put it back on the table, and reached out to Azki.
" Thank God" he said, like breathing a sigh of relief.
"Baarakallaahu Laka Wa Baaraka ‘Alaika Wa Jama’a Bainakuma Fii Khoir" he said.
the man was unceasingly smiling, which followed the shy smiles of Azki and Nayra who repeatedly squinted.
"if you can be honest, you're actually worried about Azki, lately. But it turns out to carry out sunnatullah" he continued again.
The more embarrassed both of them. Like the newlyweds they made when they were almost 7 months married.
"we're really sorry" Nayra said.
"it's okay, Nay. You do not do things that are forbidden by religion" explained Ustadz Azki.
Ustadz Rahman knew both of them well, if it was a meeting 1 at the end of the wall, 1 again at the end of the wall, if you want to report the news through the santri, if you want to deliver food definitely through the hands of the santri, if you want to deliver food definitely through the hands of the santri, if you meet in the middle of road 1 down which 1 passes, if it has been seen from far 1 between the two and there is still another way, then choose to pass the other way. If you wake up at dawn when the Ustadz wake up late, Nayra will run away after the lights are turned on or there is a sound from inside. during that time there was never 1 word out of the mouth of both of them to chat or other things. However, if the two are just smiling. Even though, never caught up in prejudice.
"why choose to keep it a secret, let alone almost 7 months" asked ustadz rahman.
"father found out that Nayra had an unmarried older sister. The family asked us to keep Nayra a secret, so that her brother would not feel ashamed, because he was not married" Azki explained.
The man nodded slowly. Indicates that he understands.
"then why did you get married?" by Ustadz Rahman.
"This is called absolute taqdir, ustadz" Azki said, looking at Nayra.
"given how hurt Nayra was because of me the other day, it was difficult to bring us together in marriage. But, Allah has a way of bringing together, like Eve and Adam who are far apart, ali and fatimah, joseph and zulaikha, even pharaoh and asiyah who have very different properties" said Azki, reminiscing about the past, who spontaneously gained a view of Nayra.
Ustadz Rahman smiled, listening to Azki's words, which sounded like a wish he had ever made.
"if allowed, tell me how you got married" Ustadz Rahman told the two.
Nayra starts the story from Narya's point of view
