Fazila Tipan From Heaven

Five Minutes

The short conversation that took place between me and Ummi Fazila was over. We headed to the restaurant on the third floor. To be honest, I still kept a secret the arrival of some people who were very close to Ummi Fazila. I purposely brought them in so that my daughter would feel happy. And by my order Bobby picked them up to Malang with a private jet belonging to the Wijaya family. And of course with the permission of Opa Ade and Oma Ochi who became elders in the family.

By my order too, the hotel staff decorated the Restaurant with a different look. Thousands of roses, and balloons of various colors adorn the entire restaurant.

Is tonight a special night? The answer is, yes. Although we met in an unusual way and the bitterness still lingers in both of us, I still want to make tonight the most beautiful night for myself and my Fatimah. Hopefully, after a while the wounds that are still left will disappear and be replaced by happy things only.

I deliberately walked in front of Ummi Fazila, my footsteps were not too fast and not too slow. Some of the employees who passed by me also bowed respectfully. Understandably, I am his master. And no one dares to challenge me to any degree.

"We have arrived. Please open the door." I said slowly while taking two steps back.

Ummi Fazila's surprised face looks very funny. Because I suddenly stopped, it was almost like Ummi Fazila hit my field chest with her head. I didn't say where we were going and what we were going to do.

"here?"

"Yes... Right here!" I replied while pointing at the door.

"Where is Fazila, I didn't see him? And where is everyone?"

Ummi Fazila showed a scared face. I could see it because I noticed her hands shaking.

"Please open the door! Everyone is waiting for Ummi Fazila!" I said again while pointing towards the doorknob that was still tightly closed. There was no rebuttal from him, he immediately opened the door.

One. Two. Three.

I had even just started counting, again ummi Fazila showed her surprised facial expression. As soon as the door opened, the beautiful decorations immediately stroked our net. And even more amazing, Fazila and her friends smiled at us while running.

"Yey... Ummi and Abi are coming." Said my sweet Princess while hugging me excitedly. Kiai Hasan and Nyai Latifa were also seen showing off faces full of happiness.

"Aunt Fatimah, naughty Fazila. He took the doll that uncle the doctor gave me. And he also said nonsense, he said he would stay here." Said Dena while showing off her pouting face.

The sweet boy spoke while pulling the sleeves of Ummi Fazila. There was no reply from Ummi Fazila, he only showed his sweet smile while looking at the three sweet boys in front of him in turn.

"Well kids, we'll talk later. Since Grandpa Kiai and Grandma Nyai are going to talk to Grandpa Buyut Fazila, the four of you should play there while enjoying your meal." Ummi Fazila said as she held the arm of the puffed-up boy standing next to my sweet daughter. The four sweet children nodded as they ran towards the Chef who was standing in front of the entrance.

"Assalamu'alaikum." My words were with Ummi Fazila.

The cessss!

My chest is pounding very fast. As usual I tried to steal a glance to be able to look at the shady netra Ummi Fazila, a face as beautiful as the full moon was seen blushing in shame.

"You guys have come? Sit down, we just talked about your marriage." Said Kiai Hasan as soon as I sat in the chair near Papa. While Ummi Fazila? She sat near Nyai Latifa, Nyai Latifa's face sparkling as she took off her arms from my slender Fatimah.

My fatimah! Since when did I dare to call her my Fatimah? Would he be angry if he knew I called him that? I don't know, I didn't know that myself. I'm just a stupid man who always wants to be happy near my heart. I muttered inwardly while trying to hold back a smile.

"Son Alan... I've talked to your family, you're getting married in the paternity pesantren in Tangerang. You will get married on Friday, exactly after Friday. I want Nak Alan to pledge the sacred promise on that glorious day.

You know Fatimah will not ask for a dowry from you, but Nak Alan must prepare something as a dowry, something that Alan's son thinks is valuable to the pious woman of the father's daughter, Fatimah Azzahra." Said Kiai Hasan while looking at my face. That look seemed to explain that Kiai Hasan would not forgive me if I hurt her beloved daughter.

"I've prepared everything, Kiai. I just want to hasten this marriage so that my daughter's not far from me." Reply with great enthusiasm.

My mother smiled at my short words. I always wanted Ummi Fazila to be by my side even though after the agreement we would not be a couple who shared intimacy.

The intimacy! I think I'll be far from it. What else do I expect? I'm really stupid, being around him is incredible. I muttered in my heart while pretending to smile.

"O yes... One more thing, Mr. Ade and the family do not need to prepare anything, I have prepared everything. Mr. Ade and his family can introduce Fatimah to the public whenever you want. I just hope that whatever you do will not hurt my daughter and grandchildren. We're just simple people, sometimes small things can break our hearts.

This wedding will be the biggest wedding ever in a boarding school. Some of the great Kiai from the islands of Java and Sumatra will attend the sacred event, and of course thousands of pilgrims consisting of santri and invited guests will witness the marriage of the two of you." Kiai Hasan said without hesitation.

"Alan's... Where's kids?" Oma Ochi asked as she stood up from her sitting position. Because of the focus he did not even realize the children were enjoying the food.

Not yet had time to reply to Oma's words, the four sweet children walked while carrying food on their small plates. I purposely ordered the cooks to stay at the door along with the cookware so that they could easily serve my guests.

Friday? For the first time in my life, I felt this Friday was very, very stressful. What if I'm wrong for being nervous? Will the thousands of worshippers in the pesantren not laugh at me? Compared to the fear of being wrong, I was much more afraid if Ummi Fazila was disappointed in me. I muttered inwardly as I stared at the happy faces of the Wijaya family members. The same thing was clearly seen on the faces of Kiai Hasan and Nyai Latifa. I hope this happiness is not just passing by.

...***...

Friday afternoon, at the pesantren.

Dag.Dig.Dug-saw.

Since last night my chest has been pounding, tight. Either I rubbed my chest a few times, trying to calm down while reading Salawat for His Majesty.

Do all men feel the same way, feeling nervous about getting together? I was so nervous my whole body was sweating cold. Am I stupid enough to feel nervous? Of course the answer is, no. Merely, looking at the smiling face of everyone scares me to make a mistake, I am in the midst of a sea of people who love God and His Messenger so much.

"Is Alan's son ready?" Kiai Hasan asked as she patted my shoulder slowly.

Glekkkk!

I swallowed the saliva, my jakun went up and down. Hearing the word 'Ready' made me even more anxious. Am I really ready? I don't know the answer myself.

"Sir Alan need not be afraid. After brother Alan finished making the sacred promise, believing the dech, all the burdens of the elder brother would disappear along with a sigh of relief."

Ikmal smiled as he looked at my shady netra. Ikmal himself is the son of the founder of the boarding school where I will carry out the marriage contract. Ustadz Ikmal, that's how everyone calls him, he's younger than me but his father has given him a big responsibility.

"Sister Fatimah should be proud to have a husband as handsome as an older brother, many times Aunt Nyai betrothed him, many times he also refused. It turns out that Fatimah's choice fell on handsome men and successful businessmen like big brother. Not bad." Ustadz Ikmal teased me.

It felt a little less restless to hear Ustadz Ikmal's guyonan, that's how godly people joke, not a word that comes out of his lips in vain.

"Assalamu'alaikum jama'ah Friday prayer which Allah has honored. Today, in this glorious place, we will all witness the marriage contract, or witness the sacred promise of the union of two souls in one blessed sentence, God."

Kiai Hasan greeted thousands of worshippers with greetings. His face showed a smile. When my heart felt a great longing, I felt that just by looking at the charming smile of Umm Fazila my heart would calm down. Unfortunately, since two days ago even her shadow never approached me. What is he doing right now? Does he feel the same way as I do? I mean, feeling an incredible happiness that I myself cannot measure its depth with just words.

Five minutes?

Five more minutes my daughter and her ummiah will always be by my side. Five more minutes Ummi Fazila will be lawful to me! I don't know why I feel like five minutes is like a century.

Alan Wijaya's... What does it mean to wait five minutes if you've been waiting for it all this time. Be patient a little more, only by being patient your heart will calm down again. And your Lord loves his patient servant. I muttered in my heart while looking at the faces of everyone on my left and right. Even Kiai Hasan's smiling face made me misbehave.

...***...

Waiting for Alan and Fatimah Halal. Five minutes later they got married. Stay patient yaa... ❤❤❤

God willing, a new journey is about to begin!