Bloody Pesantren

An Explanation

...Don't grieve...

...When desire does not match reality...

...Because God gives us what we need, not what we want...

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After the prayer we also ate together, during the meal I was just silent, not much behavior and talk.

My mind is too tired, a lot of things are happening to me and I don't understand it at all.

"Ra, why is the food only seen? not good, huh?" Grandma broke my daydream, I immediately scooped up the food in front of me and then smiled at grandma.

"His son, in this world no one can beat the taste of grandmother's cooking" Ilham looked at me briefly and returned with his food.

I pretended to be busy with my food. Trying to get rid of all my bad thoughts.

Free. Staring at this food makes me even more heartless.

"Adam, you want to add it?" I looked at Adam who looked so good eating his food. Losing the figure of a parent made Adam grow into an independent child. One of the little things that proves it is now, with his tiny hands he meticulously separates the fish's spines from the flesh before it ends in his mouth.

I had insisted on helping him, but Adam firmly shook his head to signify he could be alone.

Adam shook his head slowly, then smiled displaying a neat row of his teeth.

I wanted to stop eating, but seeing Adam who didn't leave a single grain of rice embarrassed me. I already know the law, that not to waste food even want to leave food on the plate. As for Adam, even I'm sure he still doesn't really understand what he's doing, but has been able to practice knowledge that he hasn't learned.

I looked at Ilham who was smiling proudly towards Adam. That look was like a father's gaze on his son.

Without realizing it, I smiled looking at him.

"What's wrong?" The sound of inspiration shocked me. Instantly my face was hot, because I was caught staring at Ilham. Not only is Ilham now looking at me confused, but grandma and Adam are too.

Wrong behavior, of course. I shook my head quickly and then finished the food quickly.

I heard Adam laughing, I'm sure Ilham must have laughed too. Why wear the show to everything? be ashamed.

"Eating slowly" Ilham put away a grain of rice at the corner of my lips

"Ohuk!"

"Drink first" I immediately took the water that Ilham thrust. then Sipped it out.

Basic species lack work, could-maybe he lakanin things that make my heart like run out marathon kayak gini, direct gerogi kan, the effect so spray everywhere.

"Oh, that gerogi.aw!" I immediately threw the piece of vegetable that was still in my hand towards Ilham.

"Ra, it can't be" Grandma warned.

Inspiration instead of getting angry even more laughing to see my face that has been reddened.

"Sir Ilham is like Lala, like a child. Adam was slipping on the slams with Eve in Kindergarten" I looked at Ilham as a bitch, then smiled sweetly at Adam. Adam has entered Kindergarten even though he has only entered three years of age.

Loneliness at home, making grandmother choose to follow Adam's desire to go to school.

"Adam can't be naughty with a girl, don't be like the one next to Adam" I warned.

Adam looked at Ilham for an answer.

"Bad Ilham is the same as Lala?"

"That's not a naughty name, Adam. But darling"

"Belalti Eve love dong same Adam. He's slipping Adam's clay"

This is a child, why so chatty.the feeling used to be quiet.

"Udah, don't contaminate my brain, hunt after eating. mumpung I'm still good"

With a feeling of shame still mixed up, I immediately finished this dinner session quickly.

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"Now clear everything!"  I stood in front of Ilham who was now reading a thick book, I don't know what it contained.

After the meal, Inspiration was like deliberately procrastinating, using reason to accompany Adam to study, until Adam himself was now asleep.

I whose nature can not be curious, by being forced to wait for Ilham until he stopped with the busyness of his temples.

"Clearly now or I'm not kicking you out of this house!"

"Eat him sit down and bring him up!" Half-heartedly I finally sat down on the sofa beside Ilham.

"So, what do you want to know?!" I stared hard at Ilham. What was my confusion from earlier even from yesterday, ever since he said that he was my husband, had not been enough to make him understand.

Basic men, when human type they are given high sensitivity.

"I'm sensitive."

I looked at him confused, feeling I didn't talk, why would he know?

"If sensitive! why are you still silent?!"

"That's me, what do you want to know?" I patted my forehead in frustration. If he is sensitive, he should not be anymore.

"So what's the reason you're confessing to me my husband?"

"I don't know, the truth is"

Rara, you have to be patient

"How can I be your wife? and you're my husband?! We just met yesterday. How did you suddenly get married?" I groan in frustration. Ilham closed his reading book then glanced at me.

"You remember three years ago? Where did your late father tell you to come home early after your graduation?" I'm nodding. How I will forget, that day was the last day I heard the voice of my father and my mother. The day I regretted not heeding their will.

"That day we got married"

"How come? I never talked about marriage. And are you kidding me? There I just graduated Junior High. Holy hooch! If you want to make beautiful, the storyline is not this stupid!"

"Why not? A father can marry off his daughter without her consent" I laughed disparagingly.

"Where do you get your science from? Not anymore?! Clearly there are five marriage pillars, the first husband, the second wife, the third guardian, the fourth there are at least two witnesses and the fifth ijab qabul. One that does not exist from that order, the marriage is valid!"

"The first shaman husband, it's me. The two wives, it's you. The three guardians, it's your late father. The four witnesses, there are not only two witnesses but many. and the fifth ijab qabul, how can I confess your husband.if I have not yet ijab qabul" With a slow movement Ilham opened a photo album that was indeed since the father and mother died, with the movement of Ilham, I don't intend to open it.

I saw a photo where Ilham and his late father shook hands in front of the ruler and the crowd. I also saw my mother, Om Adit and Aunt Syifa there. And there are still a lot of pictures I've never seen.

I shifted the album was rude. stared at Ilham in disbelief. I can't be fooled, maybe it's just an edit.

"You're wrong! the second layer does not exist. I wasn't there, I didn't even know I was married. Marriage is not legal!" Inspiration flicked my forehead pretty hard. He might be upset with me who's still stubborn.

"Either if you learn it again don't daydream!"

"What's the connection!?"

"Have you forgotten, but it has not been up to a week to explain this chapter yesterday, if a father can marry his daughter, even without her knowledge. Your late father was the guardian of mujbir, where the guardian of mujbir had the power or right to marry his daughter even without the consent of his daughter, you." I still digest the words of Inspiration.

"But before marrying his daughter the guardian of mujbir was convinced that the spouse prescribed for his daughter did not cause problems for his daughter would even bring maslahat. In addition, there are four conditions so that the guardian of mujbir can marry his daughter even without her consent, namely, first there is no enmity between the father and his daughter or between his daughter and the man he will marry. Second, the father must marry his daughter to the person who matches her. Third, the father married his daughter with a mitsil dowry, which is a dowry worth with a dowry or more expensive with a dowry received by the mother of the girl when married. The four men were able to pay the dowry. Is it still unclear? This I love his book, let you read it yourself" Inspiration took off the book he had read, which turned out to be a translation of the book.

I shut up for a moment, looking for a reason to refute.

"If it was true that three years ago we were married, why did you disappear? and why didn't anyone tell me?"

"The day we got married, that day I had to go to Egypt to continue my studies. Fathers and mothers do not want to not tell you, but they, me, both my parents and other guests do not want to make your happiness after being declared passed faded. We're still waiting for you until the afternoon, because you promised to go home that afternoon. Butwhat? it turns out you called that you were going to stay the night and refused the wishes of your parents who told you to go home soon.

I looked down, the imaginary memory of the incident again filled my brain.

"That day I couldn't wait long, because the night I went to Egypt, just dropped a few months ago.Just imagine how I felt after reaching Egypt, just imagine how I felt after arriving, I was on the phone and told I never wanted it, the accident took away many lives not only your parents but my mom, my dad and my twin sisters too"

I looked up at the black netra in surprise. Ilham looked up, seen dispelling his tears that wanted to break out.

"I'm sure there are still a lot of questions lodged in your head" I took a slow breath, trying to keep looking tough.

"One more question. You must know, what was the reason my father married me to you, at my young age"

"The story is quite long, but one of them is for the sake of..." Inspiration turned to the side then quickly pulled me down.

Prangs!!

I made my eyes look right at the flower that had broken into pieces, almost hit my head, if only Ilham did not pull me down.

"This is one of the reasons" I looked up, looking at Ilham who was only a few inches away from me.

I immediately pulled my body back. lingering in such a position was not good for my heart.

Did you know that this was going to happen to me? Instead of being satisfied, my brain is asking more and more questions.