Among Thousand Journeys

Sudden marriage

I used to pray males, now I have never left, we thank Ian.” said Edy.

“Iya really, you have given an example,

how we should do, so that humans loved other humans.” added Ikrom while once sucked his mbeler snot.

“Already, handsome young men like you

roasted cooking, not good to see people who

passing.” said I immediately walked off first

hug them both.

The next morning after dawn prayers, I took the bus

majors Surabaya-Gresik, get off at Terminal

Osowilanguns,

from Osowilangun bus terminal change to Bojonegoro, until the house has been

almost magrib.

The next morning, Karim was looking for me, Karim was

his employee is Abdullah.

“I've been looking for you for a week.

know how you are home, so I came straight here.” explained Karim.

“Well until a week, what is it,

it's important?” many wonder.

“I was told by Mr. Abdullah, this is my bell,” said

Karim handed his HP to me.

“Assalamualaikum, how's it going?”

mr. Abdullah's voice in Hp.

“Waalaikum greetings Sir, Alhamdulillah well.”

my answer.

“I heard just returned from Surabaya? What are you doing there?” ask Mr. Abdullah.

“Ah regular nyari-nyari who can not yet.”

answer hence.

“Why are you still running around too, that's my sister getting married.”

“Hm how ya...”

“Kok how-how, wah don't-don't can't get up.” said Mr. Abdullah, indeed if joking like the talk as is.

“Weh says who can't get up?” chirping.

“Yes who knows, in fact do not dare to marry

my sister.”

“Who said he didn't dare?”

“La proof..” wow I want to

cornered.

“Don't be a salted fish, dry out, dry out,

hahaha.”.

“Udah-udah...where brother let me marry.”.

I said lured with his fishing rod.

“Ya just came to Jakarta.”

“Ya when?”

“Tomorrow to be delivered Karim.”

“Good, who's afraid?”

“Udah give his HP to Karim let me omongi him.”

Let me give you Karim, and he speaks for a moment.

“Besok told to queue you up to where Sir is

Abdullah.”

“Iya.. I'm ready.” I replied.

Tomorrow I leave with Karim

Jakarta, take Karim's car, arrive in Jakarta stay at his rented Karim, in Cipinang Indah area, Indonesia,

In the evening Mr. Abdullah picked me up for sowan and asked permission to Kyai, arrived at the boarding school at 3 am, only briefly met kyai, asked do’a smoothness

the wedding, and after the dawn prayer, me and

mr. Abdullah, who was at the time being chauffeured by the Tigers, returned to Jakarta.

Arriving in Jakarta it was very tired, I slept, until the first time there was his sister Karim play to the contract.

“Denger-denger you want to marry his sister Mr Abdullah yes Yan?” mbak Ainun asked, his brother Karim's name.

“Not sure yet, I also have never seen the person.” I replied casually.

Her brother Karim took something out of his handbag, then put it on my front desk.

“What is mbak?” aska wonder to see

small package.

“That's two gold rings, I present to you.”.

mbak Ainun explained.

“Wah what's wrong mbak?” many wonder.

“Mistaken how? Do you want to get married? You can make a dowry.”

“Ya ndak papa, this I have given you, who knows later there will be a use.” force mbak Ainun.

“I'm supposed to thank you, my sister

Karim since befriending you, his prayers have become diligent.”

“That's how it was from Alloh mbak, nothing

his relationship with me,” elakku.

“But all there sabababiah to, already, it's ring accepted.”

“Thank you very much, I hope Alloh

reply it, with thousand times reply.”

“Amiin.., I've said it first, well

marriage smoothly.” says mbak Ainun

get up from the seat.

The night, the night of Wednesday, the five of us, me, Mr. Abdullah, the Tiger as the driver, and Karim,

leaving for Pekalongan, in his car sir

Abdullah has a woman, he said

the sister I'm going to marry, I

the female lyrics that were next to me, looking for a picture of the girl I was going to marry, but the light car wasn't turned on so I couldn't get a picture.

Ah, let it go, rather than seeking

the picture is not clear, I've been from the beginning

resigned, even 1 silver money was not in

my pocket, all things even frighten me, making my heart branch from my trust in Allah, but obviously I am not gableg duwit.

If you say desperate, then I deserve better

spelled nekad. But in my heart, I just want to prove the gestures of will and deeds of God direct and put me, if it must fail, then let it fail, means I have to learn to rely again, I rely, I believe, my resignation means nothing but nonsense.

Arriving at Pekalongan is already dawn, we pray at dawn in the mosque outside the city of Pekalongan, and breakfast at Banyu Urip market, there is no

feelings of nothing to get to the place

my goal, the Bligo area, was to get to Bligo we talked just about it, and I was brought together

with the girl I've been betrothed to.

She was silent, her face was ordinary, not a veiled woman, nor was there anything special.

“Have known that we were set up?” much

simplistic.

He was a mangosteen, and looked at me for a moment, but he had been running away from home all night, for refusing this match, and desperately did not want to be betrothed, but after being persuaded by

various things are also given understanding that

refusing is okay, so not the price

die, and he's coming home.

And now sit in front of me. Surely I am

don't know that story. And know after we got married.

“Then how? You want to be set up

with?” ask me directly to the problem point.

I was always to the point of trouble, if you want other words later it can follow, if you want to joke it can also be done at any time, so the main problem must be finished first, if you want to talk about it, so the people who deal with me sometimes kabet, because it's always like that, which I ask without further ado, only if you want to joke later can you.

“I'm up to it, if the mas accepts me, yes I just massage.” replied Husna my future wife.

Getting an answer like that doesn't make me happy, or sad, he's rejected

even if I am not disappointed, because of my purpose

not about being rejected or accepted, but me

see how the God moves

everything according to His will.

And I could see all his motions toward all things.

Bad good events are processes, such as

making bread, sometimes the dough is shaken,

sometimes it is also burned in the oven, so it goes

sometimes we need to burn

by being given a heart-breaking test, a gentle patience is achieved.

After getting an answer, then I invited Mr. Abdullah to Tuban to take care of the letter

the marriage, to Lurah and to the KUA secretary, was all done marathon, and strangely all supported, so the mail management was very fast, then back to Pekalongan, even when my mother nanya, he said, I'm not telling you, just I'm telling you again effort.

A man doesn't need a guardian, so I don't

need to tell them, I don't want them preoccupied with my marriage.

Jum’at morning held ijab qobul event, strangely that I was without any preparation at all,

even still not holding any money at all, except for the two rings that I will make a dowry, that's just a gift from people, from a suit for the bride, to a black peci, you see, I used to wear white peci, so black peci obviously didn't have any,

All available live wear, events

it was done simply, and everything went well.

And then walimatul ursyi, I

want to be dressed as a male bride.

I was asked to open the holster to be replaced with a cloth kit that was carried by a pendant, I said not to wear trousers, the porter was surprised.

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