Falling In The Hugs of the Earth

Chapter 2

"I'm.."

My voice just disappeared. I don't know how to explain. If anyone asks how I feel? Of course I'm happy. After all, who is unhappy if the one who comes to propose is the man you admire? What do you wish for as future priests? Surely happy, right?

"I'm.." I looked at Mom, looking for an answer in a sad but loving look.

"Mother and the late Father have agreed to betroth you." Mom took over because she saw me nervous and didn't know what to say. "And Fatimah, Nak Fadil has already established his heart to marry you. Evidenced by his arrival here who wanted to propose"

"Mother.." Fadil reopened his voice. "No need to rush. Give Fatimah time to think carefully. Fadil does not want if the inner Fatimah will be depressed"

Deg.

"Ah, so sweet bangeeettt" Sumanku while bowed shyly "Not just being his wife, my mind has been noticed"

"The decision of the Mother and the Late Father is to match you. But it's up to Fatimah to accept now or later"

"Mother!" I elbowed Mom. How could it be that choice? Mom's jokes made me feel wrong.

"Just a second!" Mother's voice slightly raised up to make us directly look at Mother.

"Mom forgot to grab something for Nak Fadil"

"Let Fatimah alone, Ma'am" I stood holding Mom's hand. Ask him to sit back.

"No, Fatimah. This is the mandate of the late Father so that Mother who gives directly to Nak Fadil" Mother inched to her room.

I'm asserting. I honestly don't know what you're going to take and give to Fadil. Now we both live in the living room. Silent. It feels so awkward. I just looked down while thinking to calm my heart that was already in a deep depression.

"Fatimah" said Fadil

Hearing my name being called, I ventured to see her face. But it only lasted 10 seconds! I looked back down and guessed at the meaning of the look in her eyes and her facial expression. "What's with his expression? He wasn't like he used to be when we were at the boarding school"

"I came here to propose to you." Fadil makes clear his purpose and purpose.

"As my devotion to the elderly, also as a servant who wishes to observe the Sunnah of His Apostle" This time his voice was flat. Not as friendly when Mom's here.

"I didn't want to hurt my parents, even though what I did would hurt myself. I hope you understand" She sounded slow but I heard her clearly.

Silent..

Silent..

Silent..

I was still silent and digesting what he meant.

"Son Fadil.. Fatima.."

"Fatimah, this is a letter from my father" Mother handed me a blue envelope. "Father wrote it before it was in a coma." Mother breathed heavily. The sadness hung on his face. "He said he wanted to tell you something. At that time, I immediately realized that I was going to leave. He said goodbye to you through the letter" I saw the blue envelope with a longing look. Just a week ago you left us because of lung cancer. We have just set our hearts and minds to knit for the days of the future.

"And, this is for Nak Fadil. It was a ring your mother's Almarhuma. When your father still often met with the Father, he left him. And order that you give the ring to your wife." Bright Mother.

"To his wife? Ah, why didn't you just give me the box?" Gumanku while blushing, imagining tomorrow will be the wife of a handsome Gus.

After receiving the box, Fadil opened it. A gold ring with a blue jewel with a heart. My eyes sparkle, so does Fadil.

"Thank you, Mom." Fadil said sincerely while closing and pocketing the box. "Mother, because Fatimah already knew the purpose and purpose of Fadil here, Fadil permission to leave. There are some books that Fadil needs to buy into the city" Permit Fadil carefully.

"Eh? Not going home right away? Still want to stop by the city?" Ask Mom.

Fadil nodded slowly. "A demand and a responsibility, ma'am" he said with a smile.

Just this time I saw Fadil smiling broadly as I realized he had a dimple on the right. "Goddessa.." Gumanku's.

***

After Fadil came home, I went back to my room. Looking at the blue envelope given by the Father. Just now that I had set my heart and mind, today collapsed unceremoniously. I decided to rewind the time back to the boarding school to tonight. Though with great difficulty persuading Mother.

I slowly grabbed it and opened the envelope. There was a piece of paper and your writing there.

"My shalihah, Fatimah" I smiled reading the first sentence in my letter.

"I'm sorry for the mistakes you've made, for the sadness you've caused, for the disappointment you've caused. Thank you, Fatimah. Your presence in your life is a gift. The time has come. My father's duty is over. Although eager to hand you over directly to your husband later, but you are powerless because you have not got the blessing of fate for it."

"Fatimah, pray me" I smiled back to read this one sentence.

"Whoever your husband is, he's a lucky man. The character, the look, the words, the insight and everything that is in you is beautiful in glory. How proud Father, if you marry a good man after completing your 30 juz memorization. Eager to see how my daughter graduated with a sash of "Hafidzah 30 Juz". Just imagine it has made you cry"

"Fatimah, my prayer." I smile again. I don't know why this sentence sounds romantic and loving.

"I'm sorry you ever betrothed you to Fadil. He is the son of the Father's acquaintance. A Hafidz, handsome, rich, charismatic. Last time we met, he was ta'aruf with a woman. Marry her if you accept her. Accept his proposal if you are willing to make him your priest and your paradise. I hope, by then you have completed your memorization. Thank you, my son"

I'm stunned. Repeatedly reading my letter. I know what trust is in it.

"Ta'aruf with a woman?" I repeated that sentence again. "He came directly to propose, no..."

I recall what Fadil said this morning. "Even though it hurt myself.."

"I'm sorry you ever betrothed you to Fadil." I looked back at the letter. "I'm sorry?" My eyes are getting hot. "No! This can't be the story.." I tried to catch my breath because my chest suddenly felt tight.

"That means...."