Heart And Love's
Looking at the Moon (Bag 2)
Our car stopped in front of a shop. The bottom is a garage, a storage area for produce, as well as a shop. The top is Shyntia's house. We were greeted at the gate by the Shyntia family.
I got out of the car, then headed for the trunk to pick up the souvenirs we brought. Then I stood at the back, shaking the last hand. From a distance I saw a woman with a green, extinct hijab that extended to her waist, wearing a black robe, in stark contrast to her glowing face. Suddenly I immediately lowered my gaze, then muttered, “This sure is called Shyntia. Turns out beautiful is not a boob.”
That night I was so relieved. Our family was very well welcomed by the Shyntia family. Our conversation had absolutely nothing leading up to the wedding. Because this is the first meeting. Better to introduce first. Discuss the background of each.
Also that night I was more downcast and silent. Don't forget I used to steal a glance at Shyntia. This opportunity should not be missed. For months I only heard it from the story, nor dared to look at the picture, I wanted to see it directly. And now he is in front of me. I was in front of him. He did the same (possibly).
My father and Mr. Shyntia dominated the conversation. Discuss background, work experience, and plans. Even though I just met, it felt like an old friend could not see you. The talks are very continuous, mutual sympathy, mutual respect. Glory be to Allah, I will once again bury him in my heart. This is the beauty of brotherhood in Islam.
“Shyntia, tomorrow mother comes home at ten in the morning. About if Shyntia comes to Mama Wati's house at eight could not? It seems Ilham wants to talk to both. Want to get acquainted.” Ask my mother who again carried my name without permission.
“God willing can, mother.” Shyntia takzim answered.
Me and Shyntia. Both.
Last night I couldn't sleep. I just fell asleep at three in the morning. Even though my eyes were closed, my mind was drifting in an uncertain direction. “Tomorrow I have to talk what?” This question always lingers in my head.
At seven in the morning. After a shower and breakfast, I was alone. Putting on a headset, then opening youtube. I type “What are the questions asked when ta’aruf?” Wh-chuckle it.
At eight in the morning Shyntia arrived. By ourselves. She looks graceful in a gray robe, a black hijab, and unfortunately wears a mask. The mask covered his radiant face. Very unfortunate.
Shyntia came with two guava-flavored Buavita Beans. He gave one to me.
“This is for me?” Plain ask.
“Iya.” Shyntia answered briefly. For the first time I heard his voice. This is the most melodious voice in the world, my inner self.
We talked in the living room of Mama Wati's house. At first, my father and mother accompanied me. Conciliate. Then we were both left. We are like confused people. Confused what to say. At first, I thought that I would be slaughtered by many questions by Shyntia, the hallmark of a person with high idealism like her. Apparently not at all. Shyntia doesn't talk much. Means I'm the one controlling the conversation.
“Shyntia here ride what?” I'm chit-talking.
“Car mat.”
“Nyetir himself?”
“Iya.”
“Alhamdulillah can.”
What stupid pleasantries. Obviously I knew he wasn't being driven and brought his own car. Surely he can drive a car. I scratched my head without itching.
Heard Shyntia was in South Korea, huh?” He is a very accomplished child.
“Iya. Shyntia represented the school at the World Invention Creativity Olympic (WICO) in Seoul, South Korea. We researched the inside of a shell shell that turned out to have a very high protein content.” His word.
“Means Shyntia is very good in the field of natural knowledge, yes. Worth getting into medicine.”
“Not really, originally Shyntia wanted to become a trader like father and mother. But father and mother would rather Shyntia become a doctor.”
“Ohh so.”
After chatting for quite a while, I began to run out of pleasantries. It was time to get into serious stuff. Shyntia didn't ask much. I dominated the conversation. He looked very embarrassed, as if he was not used to talking to men. Father, mother, and mas Jundi eavesdropped from inside the room room.
“Hmm.. So look, we've never known before. Let alone know, meet only we never. Then it just starts from being offered by Mama Wati and continues video call with mom. Why would Shyntia want to be with me immediately? We have never known before. Shyntia does not know my shortcomings, has never even seen my face directly before.” This question stuck in my heart for a long time.
“I want to be with Inspiration just because of his religion, nothing more. I come from a simple family in the village. Father and mother traded until success as now. But I am nothing more than a village boy. I don't see it from the material side. I think what God gave was enough for me. I am looking for someone who is good in his religion, good in his religion. And I saw it in a man of inspiration. Therefore I agree only.”
A very simple reason at the same time makes me ashamed is incredible. I am still not an Istiqomah in charity. I have a lot of shortcomings. Often do wrong. It was considered so good by a Shyntia.
“Then I will convey my reasons. I've never known or seen Shyntia before. Even looking at a photo of Shyntia I did not dare. My mother told me everything about Shyntia. And I immediately agreed because a mother's choice rarely misses. Then your figure is very in accordance with my life plan in the future. I have so many shortcomings that you can cover, and vice versa, my advantages can cover your shortcomings. After this talk of ours, I'm getting more steady and feel more and more like a match for you.” I'm explaining.
“Shyntia actually wants marriage to be carried out as soon as possible” said Shyntia, “But my father and mother are more willing that Shyntia graduate first from medicine, because studying in medicine requires a high level of focus. And Shyntia just graduated in about three and a half years.” Shyntia
“Not why. Let me also while strengthening myself and preparing everything I want. No need to worry.” My answer.
The conversation continued for an hour and a half. Ta’aruf is a session where we have to be completely honest and open to potential partners. Three-and-a-half years is a long time, but I think it's a good time too. Because it will be right after I graduated S1 and Shyntia also officially became a doctor.
The real test is now: A time of waiting.
