BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

58. A Night of Love

Mama hugged me tightly, before saying goodbye after the wedding ended. So too with papa and Aunt Wira. They refused to stay again because they wanted to entertain guests in their homes.

"Ra, remember Mama's advice. Obey Ken, he is your current priest. You have to put him first over anyone. Including mom and dad because our responsibility as parents to you has shifted to him" said Mama.

The advice succeeded in making my tears flow. With just one ijab kabul, I have become Ken's responsibility. I no longer belong to my parents, but Ken, is the one I should be compared to anyone, including my parents.

"Ma," I hugged Mama tightly.

"It." Mama gave me a proof of bank transaction.

"What is this, ma?"

"It's from your papa. It was given to my mom one week before you got married. Your father actually wants to give you more, but his rezekies are just this, Ra. You use it well. Yesterday mom asked Dinda to deposit it into your account."

"Ma, there's no need."

"Ra, I know Ken is very rich. This kind of money might mean nothing to him. But you have a father and a mother. For us you are a precious treasure. No one should say or think that we married you only because of wealth, but because Ken is your soul mate. This is why my mom supplies this money to you. May one day be useful."

"Mama!" I hugged Mama again.

"God willing Ken will be a good priest. Mama always prays for your happiness, son."

My mom and I walked out of the room we stayed in last night. There was also a papa, Aunt Wira and Dinda who were talking to Ken.

"We put Rara, yes Ken." Papa's message to Ken.

"Okay, sir" said Ken.

Papa, Aunt Wira, Mama and Dinda left us both in the hallway of the hotel room. I don't know why, my heart was so claustrophobic watching them move away. There is a feeling of uneasiness in the heart.

Will I be a stranger if I return home?

The question kept demanding answers from myself. It feels like I want to run and chase them, especially the last moments before the wedding, I just found the figure of papa Kembali. Togetherness is still lacking.

Are all girls like this when they get married, and then leave their parents' house?

"Ma ... Ma ..." I can no longer resist this move.

"Where are you going, Ra?" ken asked, pulling my arm.

"Ihhhhh, what the hell?"

"Astagfirullah, Ra. I am your husband. It's still being digalakin!"

"Why are you holding me!"

"Where are you going?"

"Passing mom and dad."

"Keep."

"I want to come home. How sad to be left like this."

"Just boy. You are my wife, from this day on I am the only person you have to be with. So don't think anywhere without me!"

"Possessive, uh."

"Belvin. Already yuk, why fight in the hallway hotel, can-can other guests angry because our voice is noisy."

I was about to go to the room where I was staying last night, but Ken pulled my arm. "It's not in her room."

"Yes, there. I slept there last night."

"Tonight isn't there anymore, dear Rara."

Ken pulled my hand, he led to the main room at the end of the hall. When we entered, the originally dark room turned bright and a beautiful view that made me re-enchanted.

Room with shades of white and gold will be our bridal room. There was a sprinkling of red roses on the floor. Approaching to the bed, there is a way of red roses that smell so fragrant.

"Ra," call Ken.

"May I pray for you?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Allahumma inni as-aluka min khairiha wa khairi ma jabaltaha alaih, wa a'udzu bika min syarriha wa syarri ma jabaltaha alaih. O Allah, I ask for his goodness and the goodness of his character which he brings. And I took refuge from his ugliness and the ugliness of the character he brought." Ken holds my crown with his right hand.

"Aamiin's."

"We pray first, yes."

Ken and I performed two rakaat Sunnah prayers. Salat performed only by a newly married couple.

Throughout the rakaat, these tears do not stop dripping. The journey to the final port really leaves a lot of stories. I hope that eventually I will be happy.

"Ra," call Ken again, after praying for our wedding.

"What?" I said.

"You, it's a top priority to be turned on right now and I want you to always be with me every step of my life.

If you are happy, I am happy too. If you're sad, I'm even sadder. If you love me, then I'll feel like the happiest man in the world."

"Ken."

"Ra, are you ready to sail with me?"

"Hm,"

"May I feel the beautiful singing of this lawful marriage, that it may increase for us?"

"Hm,"

"Are you ready to be mine forever?"

"Hm."

Jakarta tonight feels more beautiful because two people who have been legitimate before God finally combine love because of God. They had promised together, together because of Allah, and parted ways only because of Allah.

***

Four o'clock, thirty. When finally the sound of the dawn's azan from Hp woke me up from sleep. It still feels very sleepy, but the call of love from the owner of love makes us realize that Dua must come first than mere interest.

I didn't find Ken next to me. It seems he woke up first. From the gurgling sound of water in the bathroom, I guess he was taking a bath.

I was in a hurry to get ready because I didn't want to be late for prayers. Waiting for your turn to the bathroom. As soon as Ken came out, I had no power to get angry because he casually came out with only a towel in half of the body.

"What are you doing?" I said somewhat irritatedly, while throwing my face away.

"Why? I just took a shower? Oh, I don't know if you're awake, if you know you've been taking a shower together. Anyway, why don't you just go in, the bathroom door is also not locked." he replied casually.

"Ken!"

"What dear?"

"Ihhhhh, baby?"

"Yes, I love Rara. But I didn't hug because I'm already ablution."

"Ahhhh, who wants to be hugged."

"Why is Ra, still Fajr already angry? Less?"

"Ken! You are, can't you just be mediocre?"

"How can I be ordinary after getting you whole and hopefully forever. Aamiin's."

"Ken!"

The man who had just one day become my husband laughed out loud, while I went into the bathroom nagging.