Beloved General
chaps12. My ijab
" Qobiltu nikahaha wa tazwijaha alal mahril madzkur "
" Legitimately? ".
" legitimate. Legitimate. Legitimate. Legitimate".
POV sir General
After my last meeting with Kyai Nawawi's family and after my application was accepted, I immediately took care of my marriage terms files. Being a family of soldiers there are indeed some that must be met. Because I am a high-ranking officer of the TNI AD. I'm not actually a general. Because a general is the highest rank that has 4 stars. My star is still my rank 1 Brigadier General. But because this future wife likes to call me by the nickname of the General, he said to encourage his son Farza. He also called his first son who was still Junior High the Commander General. May it be prayer.
Less than 1 month, my ijab finally solved. The first woman who managed to knock on my heart for 3 years is covered in Della's memories. Same with my wife too. Closed her memories with her late husband, Irdho my friend went to Malang first.
Destiny is the most secret. The most beautiful secret.
I once met an Aliyah student who was crying on the side of the road. His hands and feet spewed blood visible seeping into his long shirt and skirt.
" What is this, sir? ", ask me closer.
" A hit-and-run. Kasian is a child. Like frightened. I asked silently ", said the resident who saw the crowd.
I tried to get closer and asked.
" Are you not there? Is your head dizzy ? Or do you remember your name ?"
I started to feel relieved because from earlier some people asked him, he just kept quiet and lowered his head.
" What a doctor's genie, I'm afraid of being injected. I just want to go home ", she replied which made me laugh a little.
" No, I'm not a doctor. But my mother's a doctor. If you don't get dizzy and remember your name, I won't bring my mother here. You can go home ", I explained to him like a child because he was like a child who was afraid of being injected.
" No - no. I'm not dizzy. I'm Farah. My full name is Azizah Farah An Nawawi. I still remember.. Please take me home", she asked me to beg.
" Yes, just take it. Kasian's wound to be cleaned quickly by his family. He's been sitting there for a long time now ", people's advice to me.
" But I ride a motorcycle sir ? I can't piggyback on women not my muhrim ", my elak.
" Why we married you just drove this girl, you freak" said one resident.
" Yes, I know your reason. Gini only, use my rickshaw to nganter home this ning. You can drive a rickshaw right?", suggested one of the residents mediate this problem.
I finally drove this girl to her house in a rickshaw. I was behind him sitting in front. We just kept quiet. No one dared to start a rebuke. Feels sore. My body also felt the pain of wounds that bleed on the hands and feet of this girl. I feel sick, not the girl in front of me....
It turns out that my guess is right. The address is the same, though,,. Just like me. Kyai Nawawi Cottage. He's my Kyai's son. It was ning Farah. People I used to admire in silence. And now, a lawful person I admire and happy in the hereafter.
Destiny brought me to my first love. Less than 17 years ago.
