Feel Engineering

Akad

Chapter 20 A Time

Azka

If love is a thirst that is never fulfilled even though the sea of water waters water it then enough of this thirst is to your clear springs, O Allah, the gripper of this heart. Because this heart has indeed been attached to its figure which has since childhood taken a place of its own here, in this heart. He had lived there for a long time, never once did he get out of there because it was his, long ago to the end, always so, only his.

Azka folded her alphabet and placed it on the nightstand. He took the Qur'an and read it over a few pages. He needs peace now, he needs strength, he needs guidance and steadfastness. There is no effort without His permission, what are we, just dust grains that disappear when blown by the wind. It is arrogant to make big decisions without involving God in them.

"Tok tok." The sound of knocking on the door made Azka stop her teaching activities.

"Yes, wait!" Azka opened the door.

"Bang, called mother and father!" Caca conveyed his mother's message.

"Yes, you'll be there."

Azka went into her parents' room, and there she saw Dea sitting with her father on the sofa. Upon realizing his presence, Dea again seemed nervous by throwing her gaze in any direction and avoiding eye contact with Azka.

"Azka, here, sit near us." Father called Azka closer to him.

Near his father there was a seat made of ceramic round on it to be an option for Azka, it felt like he couldn't possibly sit on the long sofa where his father and Dea were sitting at the moment.

"Hows it? Ready already?" Ask her father again.

"Ready!" Azka answered briefly while glancing at Dea's face which since her presence chose to continue to look down.

"Good boy!" Said father while patting Azka's shoulder.

"Dad is proud of you, father Dea. Never hurt her, if you feel like you don't want her anymore, divorce her and give her back to your father and mother here!" Azka looked at her father questioningly, but the look in her father's eyes implied a look of confidence there.

"Dea was not the father's and mother's biological child, but after both parents died, the father and mother had promised to take care of Dea as we look after you our children."

"You certainly know that Dea has no one left, only we have, while you, Aufar and father are not the dowry of Dea, so by marrying you, then it will not be a problem if in the future the task and responsibility of keeping Dea father leave it to your shoulders."

"Dad remind me, when you get married, you can't live your life as single, if you do, then it won't be long for you to be single again, remember it's good! And do not ever try to compare your wife with any woman, because in fact she is refraining from doing the same with you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, dad. Azka will learn!"

"Alhamdulillah, my mother was very happy to hear it. Mother's dream to unite you one step more will be realized. Thank you dear!" The mother said thankfully and then took Dea's hand into her lap.

Clearly at this moment Dea was so tense, I don't know what he was thinking. The stress? Forced it? Did she suffer so much to accept this decision that from now on she kept looking down at the tip of her foot and played the tip of her hijab until it was unconsciously shaped like a rope.

"Alright, after that the predecessor will come soon. All the documents are taken care of, you will have to sign the book and the marriage certificate!" His successful father's words made Azka and Dea stare at each other but Dea hurriedly looked down.

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"Finally, Brother Dea will be Caca's sister-in-law. Thank goodness." Caca said with excitement as we entered his room. I could only give him a wry, uninspired smile.

I really don't know how to react to it. Should I be happy like Caca? But right now my heart is crying. Soon I will marry a man who has a lover and hates me. Then in which part of it makes me feel happy?

I went into the bathroom, ignoring Caca's euphoria. Soon enter the Maghrib prayer time. I was actually standing at a crossroads into a future that was now looking increasingly vague.

I try to strengthen my heart and confirm it, I resigned, I have no other choice, right?

After the prayer, Mbo Ati called us, he said om Arga and mother asked him to call us to his room. After arriving there, Caca was asked to call a bang Azka in his room.

I chose to sit on the sofa in the corner of their room. Om Arga pushed her mother Aya's wheelchair closer to me, I stood up and locked the brake on her wheelchair and sat back down afterwards. Om Arga sat beside me.

"The marriage certificate will be carried out after the Isya prayer later in the mosque complex."

The deg!!!

I'm confused, don't know what to say. Mother Aya gently stroked the back of my hand, returning my consciousness from the inner war that tormented me now.

"What are you thinking? Is your mother pressuring you too much?" Ask with slightly teary eyes.

I shook my head, then tried to give her the best smile on my face.

"No, bun! If this is indeed the best for Dea and Azka bang, Dea is sincerely bun." Sincerely said.

"If there is something that still bothers you or something that makes you doubt, just say it, do not hold it yourself. There's mom and dad here." Saying to Arga sincerely.

Again I shook my head, I do not want to disappoint them, anything I will do so that they are happy, papa and mama will be happy there if you see Arga and Aya's mother happy here.

"Nothing, um. Dea just follow how good. Om and mommy know best what's best for Dea."

Bang Arga finally joined us. I can't seem to look at his face right now. I was afraid of getting her hateful look at me. Then let me choose to avoid eye contact with her, so that my heart may be a little calm.

After the marriage contract is done, I will no longer care how the Azka bang looks at me. Whatever, I'm sincere. Even if he wanted to divorce me shortly after the marriage contract, I didn't care. Or someday he'll dump me when the mother is no more, whatever, I've resigned, I'm sincere. This is my destiny, to marry a man who hates me so much.

How are you doing with my heart? Right now he is numb, too afraid to hope, too cold to touch.

And it's all like a dream that takes me anywhere I can't prevent. I have now officially become the wife of Arazka Alifaturrizky Argantara.

Another new chapter of life stretches wide for the quartz, whether this household nymph will sail with dinahkodai by a true master, or even ship first without ever being touched by high waves?

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