Half of My Husband's life

Don't make my daughter cry

The sound of footsteps slowly approaching. It turned out that the dignified figure had been standing behind Hafizah when he looked up at the sky alone, Kiyai Marzuki placed his two hands on his back.

"Abi." call him then go back to the view up there.

"If marriage doesn't make you happy then Abi will always support your decision."

Hafizah then looked down at the two ends of her index finger in a link and held each other's fingernails.

"Your marriage is only tomorrow morning."

"I'm ready Abi, Mas Andra is a good man. Although yes, I have to be patient to ask her to be better." she replied still with a bow.

"But Abi saw that something was a burden on your mind."

"I'm just still thinking about Mas Azzam." so clearly the remark was heard.

"Yes, Abi knows what it's like to love someone who doesn't exist. As Abi loved your mother, timeless, the limits of life did not diminish the yearning that the older Abi was, the closer it felt we would soon meet."

His right hand raised squeezed the collar of the shirt covered in the hijab, feeling the same but different. His heart is moaning, if it could be like his faithful father to age, waiting for his death with joy.

"Is there any other reason for my son?" ask Kiyai Marzuki once again.

"There's no Abi."

Kiyai Marzuki let out a sigh of resignation. "May God give you the best. Suffering is only a color in life, so be patient with both circumstances that will certainly come in turns, then pass with age decreases."

"I will always remember Abi's advice."

A girl was standing behind the door, intent on accompanying her brother, but stopped because her father was talking about sharing his feelings with Hafizah.

A little bit of the father's words. Is Ahmad also a major consideration for his marriage?

Nur raised the hand that had been holding a flat object ever since. Ahmad's name is clearly recorded in the top row among the names of important people in there, but he did not get news, even a piece of message he had not received.

"Is he still thinking about Brother Fiza." murmured softly. Staring at the back of his oldest brother who still did not move on the terrace by standing.

Night also occurs, without blurring the eyes of the day crawling on the eastern horizon. In that luxurious house a man was still standing nervously. Even his lips continued to mutter and then recite the tone like a person who was teaching.

"Hasn't Mas Andra memorized it yet?"

A housekeeper who was old entered carrying a neat suit.

"It's Bi, just launching every verse."

The old woman smiled. "It's not Mas Andra's poem."

"Yes Bi. I just want Hafizah to take it straight away without repeating." replied Andra put a towel that was already damp.

"The mahar is special, and only special people ask for such a dowry." Aunt prepared Andra's needs.

"That's why I wanted so badly to make her my wife. Although..."

Aunt glanced at her employer who looked sad.

"Run and keep praying. Allah is all-knowing." said Bibi again stretched a white shirt for Andra.

"Thank you Auntie, prepare this room as well as possible. I want my wife to be happy."

"Mas Andra doesn't have to worry, everything's Auntie's prepared."

"And don't forget to prepare a room for Ara."

"Yes." Yeah." Aunty smiled haru, seeing how an Andra had grown up without parents. Only has the brother as a place to complain but now Indri even unconscious. One year stiffened, making Bibi think about what would make her employer so.

The atmosphere of the pesantren cottage is so crowded today, the santri who have gathered, some of them prepare a table of dishes for a simple wedding according to the wishes of the Hafizah.

There's no party like the wedding of a rich Andra class.

"Assalamualaikum." A middle-aged branch manager asked Andra to come along.

"Wa'alaikum salam warahmatullaah." Simultaneously the answer from the people of Soleh, Andra felt his heart touched, without parents he came only with a few important people, including Mingho and Tomi did not miss accompanying.

Not to mention the beaming faces of the ustadzahs marching in welcome, really make the guts shrink, more nervous.

Not delaying time, a moment later Hafizah was ready accompanied by Nur and Ningrum with him, the agreement was carried out at the pesantren mosque.

The two men's hands were tied to Hafizah sitting at a distance from Andra.

Shahadah and Istighfar echoed inside the pesantren mosque, the typical voice of Kiyai Marzuki as if seizing all the attention to get out of the mosque. Ijab was also spoken out loud.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Hafizah bint Marzuki with the dowry paid in cash!"

Validly!

Simultaneously the answer ended the status of solitude of the two.

"Alhamdulillah." many voices were heard.

Andra turned to Hafizah who had been looking down, clearly seen her beautiful face with thin makeup but so perfect to the eye. Andra is no less grateful to have it.

With a fairly long breath, do not delay the time to immediately pay the dowry as desired by his wife. Start with a slightly vibrating bismillah.

"Ar Rahmaaaan...."

All eyes were on the handsome white man.

So did Hafizah who seemed hesitant, he hinted Nur to give the Qur'an in front of Andra so as not to be too nervous and could read a little.

But unexpectedly, the more the verse read, Andra turned a blind eye.

His reading sounded loud, melodious and soulful. The longer the more touching until no terrace fall tears on the face of his handsome.

Sitting slightly behind Andra made Hafizah only able to look at one side of Andra's face.

The more his voice echoed, the more full his mind was with the name of Andra, his heart shaking violently, wanting to feel like hugging the man immediately. No longer is Azzam dominating in the heart, but Andra is now fulfilling.

"He really loves you, sister." whispered Nur, looking at the amazement of Andra's back while sweeping tears that did not feel falling by itself.

"He's awesome." whispered Ningrum also to the left of Hafizah.

Only seven minutes later, Andra's voice echoed, ending with a look down and wiping away the tears that flowed up to her collar.

"I leave my eldest son to you, now you are a husband, full of responsibility and burden. Continue to be in the way of God so that your marriage is happy, happy world and hereafter." Kiyai Marzuki said with dignity, a drop of her tears fell again after Hafizah's first marriage to Azzam, and quite different this time, Andra amazed her with so much sincerity to marry Hafizah.

"God willing Kiyai." answered Andra confidently.

Marhaban and sholawat echoed from many voices over their marriage, accompanied by prayers of gratitude.

Hafizah approached Andra to the level when the two asked Kiyai Marzuki for his blessing.

The old man sobbed, he was sad to let go of Hafizah this time.

"Thank you for your blessing Abi." Andra hugged the authoritative body of Kiyai Marzuki.

"Don't make my daughter cry" she told Andra, sounding claustrophobic.