Becoming a Third Person

Yes I Do!

Bismilahbornrohmanirrohiim

Begin each step in the name of Allah the Greatest

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"Rainbow isn't only created by nature, everyone can always create their own rainbow. It depends on how you mix love and smile"

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Tyo PoV

Exhausting...

The drama that happened in my relationship with Rima. I almost doubted Rima because of Yulia. That crazy woman!! What is in his sick brain? I'm sure he needs a mental doctor. His possessive attitude towards Rima is completely beyond reason. Thankfully, God shows right and wrong.

It had been a month more, meeting Rima only twice. Though kangen kanya already on top of the crown. But for the sake of fulfilling his requirements and being the best priest for him, I am sincere. I am increasingly diligent in following Islamic studies at the mosque ustadz Abdullah, incidentally Bram also knows him. Be I'm getting more intense in direct discussion with ustadz.

At first I did take a study to qualify from Rima. But I started to enjoy it for a long time. Realizing that as a priest I would have to have the knowledge, so that it would not be wrong to guide my wife.

When the word 'my wife' appeared, Rima's face immediately appeared in my mind. The last time we met, she was wearing a brown hijab and a matching robe. It feels like patience makes him halal. Well if Bram knows the contents of my mind, I must have been cut all out. He said I was a bucin.

I was upset, when 2 days ago Syarifa said Rima nitip something. Indeed, ever since I applied, slowly I began to rarely pick up Emira. The pondering of me that's the bring that replaced me.

"Om, here's Miss Rima's seat."

Syarifa gave me that velvet ring box. I'm straight down. Why did Rima return the ring? Did he reject my proposal? I immediately limp, losing my spirit.

"Om, how come his face is so ugly anyway?"

"Father,"

"Om open first it's the box, if you know there's a letter."

I'm shaking. Seeing the box come back, I was numb, let alone reading the letter that contained rejection. My heart must have been getting broken to pieces.

"there is a man whose heart is broken to pieces....Om said people, an object that is headed if put back together with gold glue will be even more beautiful."

"Beautiful to your bald Fa!"

I stood up, about to walk into my room. I think I need to be alone first.

I don't care about Syarifa's screams reminding me to bring the ring box.

I squinted when there was a message notification from Rima. What's it about? Will he apologize for rejecting me and pray that I can find someone better? How can I get better? My heart is in Rima. Ck.chaotic.

I let the message, I prefer ablution and prayer maghrib then long recitation. Bringing my turmoil to the Owner of the heart. After feeling calm I ventured to open a message from Rima. And.i was immediately stunned. I zoom in on the picture he sent me.

I rubbed my eyes a few times, making sure my vision wasn't wrong. That's right Rima's ring finger drawing with my gift ring?!

"Bismillah, my Tyo mas accepted Mas Tyo's proposal."

I started smiling, staring at the picture for a long time. Then why did he return the ring box?!

I ran to the living room, where I left the box. I hurriedly opened the box. Turns out.empty.

I smiled to myself, considering how stupid I was not to open the box just now.

Rhymes...Rima.he accepted my proposal. Finally, she officially became my future wife. But, he also said in text messages to not meet too often, afraid of slander he said. Okay.okay I understand. I also fear the Khilaf if I see him.

"That's niesel! That's why Ifa said open the box first Om."

Syarifa's voice rang out from behind me, she giggled.

I just scratched my head while grinning.

"Cie.ciee is again hepi. Dealer dong Om. Ifa was the messenger of love."

"Yes.beressss"

I scrambled Syarifa's hijab and entered the room again, making a video call to my future wife. It feels so bad.

When his face appeared on my phone screen, I wanted to hug him. Eits, but not yet halal.

"Hi sweetheart..."

"Assalamualaikum mas,"

He's looking embarrassed.

"Waalaikumsalam, sorry to forget,"

I forgot to say hello.

"Hmm, I miss it."

He just smiled.

"Pointing the ring."

He showed me the ring finger with that white gold ring. I'm straight up screen shot. I want to do a story ah hehehe. Occasionally happens alay gapapa right?! Alay in his place.

"When can I see you?"

"Not know yet."

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, I'll pick up Emira?"

"But for a minute, my mother,"

"Dear, why so long?"

"Later to be halal."

He covered his face with a giraffe-shaped pillow. Why am I so gini deg-deg?

"You're halal not only met dear, but.anything is also."

"I'm a pervert ah."

He's bowed in shame.

"Udah ya mas, Rima want to prepare the material for tomorrow."

"Yes.sungkem for Mom yes.from the prospective ghost."

He laughed, revealing his white and neat rows of teeth that made him even sweeter.

My heart feels melted.

The video call ended. I still remember Rima's face.

"Dad, can Mira come in?"

Emira knocked on my bedroom door.

"Dear, come in here."

I opened the door.

"Dad, can you buy Mira moonlight? The bright moon filled with Toblerone's chocolate is Dad."

Hmm I suspect the same request Mira.

"May dong, but who wants the bright moon Mira what Kak Ifa yes?"

The sound of Sharifa's laughter exploded. The sableng boy.

"Om we buy the bullied yuk, we buyin also make Rima ma'am, then we stop by his house. The mode is a little bit to meet."

Syarifa patted her chest in an arrogant style.

I laughed off. Ponakan sableng this is okay also his mind.

"Yes, tumben your pinter!"

"Yes his disciple Rima Gitcuh."

We laughed together.

Long time ago the three of us had slid to the seller's place bright moon. Syarifa had ordered by phone, so we did not need to queue for long.

30 Minutes later, we headed to Rima's house.

The clock is 8:15. The housing complex is deserted. Syarifa said hello and old ga Hanif came out to open the fence.

"Come in, I'll call Rima first."

Not long after that Rima came out with mom. She wears a light purple hijab, soft and in accordance with the color of her skin. My eyes were fixed on her ring finger, with a white gold ring from me. I smiled, she smiled too. I think I'll have trouble sleeping.

"Mom, we're out buying. Trus stopped by here too. Bawain terbul to Bu Rima and Oma,"

Syarifa became the spokesperson, while I just kept quiet and looked at Rima. Emira, don't ask. He's been sticking with Rima right away since we sampled earlier. I also want to be #eh 🤭

"Sama anu bu.ada is kangen too,"

Syarifa giggled as she closed her mouth. I was groggy, haha kaya abg labile. It was cold outside, but I was sweating.

Rima smiled shyly. Her expression made a gem. I want to marry him now and I want to take him home. I can't leave the house a week.

"Hmm, my mom will come with my parents.  InshaAllah is one week away from the official application."

"Oh yes son Tyo, for the exact time when? Let me get ready."

"How about Saturday morning ma'am, about 10:00."

"Yes wes, later help me be told how many people from the family nak Tyo ya."

"Yes ma'am, um can I talk to Rima for a second ma'am."

Rima looked nervously at her mother.

"May, but on the terrace. If you can ask, don't go alone first. It's still not halal,"

My mother smiled meaningfully. I agreed politely.

Now that Rima and I are both sitting on the porch, don't worry about Mom, Syarifa, Emira and Hanif in the living room. There are no third parties, there are fourth, fifth, and so on.

"Rim, thank you for accepting my proposal."

"Yes, um,"

"Rim, look here dong."

He looked at me for a moment, then turned his face away.

"I'm kangen.banget."

I decided I would no longer use 'me', we would be husband and wife. It feels so formal to have to use 'me'.

"Yes, um,"

"Aren't you kangen?"

He's nodding.

"Kangen?"

I purposely teased him, wanting to hear that sentence from his mouth.

"Kangin.sama."

He answered softly.

"What's next month's wedding, Rim?"

"Yes, I'll come along."

"What do you want to dowry?"

"The easiest thing is,"

"You want what?"

"Hmm what is it? Confused."

She smiles.

"What's? The jewels? Prayer tool? Or what?"

"Just as for Tyo,"

"What do you want, baby? Say dong,"

"Ring, whatever the weight. That ain't hard for Tyo."

I nodded, nothing heavy for a future wife. Well I'm really so bucin. Gapapa deh, the important thing is that Rima has accepted my proposal.

"Udah ya mas, it's malem. It's not good for mom, and Emira's it's time to sleep."

I nodded, though heavy, to him. Can I take it home right now?

Hufff

My mind is getting weird.

Rich dreams, I am a widower almost 40 years this dapet prospective single wife, salihah, beautiful again.

Fabiayyi alaa irobbikumaa..

"Rim, there's one more."

I turned around again to face Rima.

"What mas?"

He looked at me in wonder.

"I don't want you to be in touch with Yulia anymore, I'm serious Rim."

I looked at Rima, she looked agitated.

"Hey, what's diem?"

I soften my voice. He was not afraid to hear my voice earlier.

"Yes, um,"

He answered doubtfully. At least I'm a little relieved.

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Tyo hepiii after receiving Rima's reply

How's story? This part is sweet, right?!

Hihahi

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