BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

62. Ken's Life Map

Making a map of life is one of the things that most people do. But it became so interesting to me that in those plans my name was written and Ken was something I never expected.

Ken claimed to have written it since our initial meeting. On the date he broke it was also listed. How he made me a target to be a life companion.

"But why did you choose me?" the question was asked because it made me curious.

"For I am comfortable by your side." replied Ken.

"There are no other answers? For example, why are you comfortable? I'm not a couch or a bed!" I'm protesting Ken's answer that's it.

"Hahaha, long story Ra."

"I have time to listen to you, Ken."

"alright. From the very beginning I set foot in the company, I've been amazed at your intelligence, Ra. Especially when you guided me, I already felt very click. I am a typical man who admired women not only from the face, but from his brain. For me, who is used to studying and living abroad, smart women are always attractive.

That confidence grows when you know how patient and good you are to face a problem. At that time I knew you had just been married, but there was not a single bad word you said to Arif. I'm starting to think, what is your heart made of, Ra?

The way you take care of yourself, also makes me even more amazed. When I told my mother, she was immediately supportive without a doubt even though you have never met.

Since then I have been tightening my prayers, continuing to learn and definitely asking for the blessing of my father and mother until finally I can win your heart.

I am looking for a wife who is not only good, but most importantly her religion. You know Ra, how a Muslim man in looking for a future wife, asked to choose from his religion first.

My past failures have taught me a lot. It turns out that choosing must be really careful. Do not be fooled by the cover because everything can be changed. But if the heart is good, God is good everything.

I hope, with my efforts to choose a good wife in her religion, can bring blessings in my life with later blessed children. After all, not every child deserves the best mother and it is the duty of a father to make sure his future wife is a good woman of his religion."

"Ken," I looked at him the other day, it turns out Ken's consideration has been that long.

"Somehow, women who don't like drama are always attractive in the eyes of guys like me, Ra" Ken said.

"Although I'm not pretty?"

"Ra, I will still love you, while you still love your Lord. Who said you weren't beautiful? The one with the name beautiful doesn't have to be menor, Ra. It's just that I'm uncomfortable if my woman's face is red like slapped left and right."

"I'll do it, Ken."

A kiss Ken gave me on my forehead. For some reason, I feel today the love in my heart for Ken is increasing. More than ever before.

"Stay be this Rara, Rara who is what it is. Rara's always fascinated me with her character."

***

For the umpteenth time Ken's cell phone rang. But it's still closed. When I saw my mother's name on the screen, I quickly picked up my phone.

[Assalamualaikum, ma'am] I said.

[Vaa'alaikumussalam, Rara. Healthy, son?] ask mother.

[Thank God be healthy, ma'am. Are mom and dad healthy too?]

[Thank God, we are all healthy. How about in a new house, a home?]

[Thank God, Mom.]

[Ra, tonight mom wants to remind you to come to dinner at home. I'm afraid Ken forgot.]

[Oh yes, Mom. I'll say to Ken again.]

Our conversation is over. I looked at Ken who was still sleeping. Why didn't he tell me anything about tonight having dinner at his parents' house?

With a panicked expression I paced back and forth in front of the bed, unconsciously a new pair of eyes opened looking at me in wonder.

"Are you in sports?" asked Ken innocently.

"Huh, no." I shook my head.

"Keep why pacing? Here, sleep again with me." Ken spread his hand. "It's still morning."

"No Ken, I don't like to sleep anymore after dawn prayers. Why don't you tell me we're invited to dinner at your parents' house."

"Oh yeah, I forgot."

"That's good, I remember."

"So that's why you're upset?"

"Yes, I'm confused. What clothes to wear."

"Relax, we'll finish breakfast and find a dress that suits you."

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, thank you dear husband." I spontaneously ran into Ken's arms. But after laughing for a while, I realized I had gone too far. "Eh, I'm sorry." I said, trying to get away from Ken, but he swiftly pulled my hand back in his arms.

"Together my wife dear." he said with a smile. "Why are you so adorable when you're so stiff, Ra."

***

I thought Ken would take me to the clothes shops where I used to shop. But it turns out Ken took me to a big boutique in one of the malls in South Jakarta.

I don't know how many clothes I finally got off. Not because it's not good, it's good clothes, but it costs millions, so it makes me retreat regularly.

"How is it, there's nothing that fits too?" ken asked, seeing me back shaking. "Yes, we're looking at other boutiques.

Ken held my hand tightly to the other boutique. This time he chose, when I returned to the head bobbles, because of seeing the price cable, Ken was more eager to find the best.

"It's like it's good, deh Ra" said Ken, showing her a pink dress.

"Yes, but ..." I haven't been able to answer, suddenly someone approached Ken.

"Ken." call a girl in a light blue headscarf with matching coloured robe.

"Gina?" call Ken too.

The two people looked awkward, they were asking each other news and activities right now. At first glance I heard that this girl had just returned from Egypt. But who is he? Why hasn't Ken told me before?

"Hem," I deliberately cleared my throat because it felt like a diced mosquito repellent.

"Oh yeah, this is my wife Rara, Gin." Ken introduced me to the girl.

The pair of eyes immediately glanced from top to bottom, although he looked shocked, but tried to look mediocre. While I can't wait to interview Ken about this woman's identity.

"Ken, I say yes, there is business to do. God willing, we'll see you at mom's house tonight" she told Ken. "Mbak Rara, I am first." he reached out, then as is the custom of the women, you hugged for a moment even though it felt really uncomfortable.

"Ken, can you tell me who he is?" my question, ready to interrogate.