I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOT YOU

Part 2

POV Abu Fauzan

Hi know me ustadz Abu Fauzan is the most beautiful place in the hamlet of Cimahi. I have moved for a month and am still unemployed. Fortunately my hijrah was not in vain because my study friends supported and contributed to help my finances in the meantime.

Lately I have become a follower despite not being friends but my status is always peeping. Why not be friends? To avoid the slanders and temptations of the damned demons, hahaha....

Tonight after the tahajud prayer, I opened my face and saw his old status.

I don't care about your tacky style, your clothes are often not matching the event, your behavior is just whiny every asked. It doesn't matter bt gw.

Gw gk care, you bachelor what graduate smk. Even if only fools want to be cheated. When there are scholars do not know what2? It's just the names of the fish, it's usually a shock or 'not my business'.

I don't care if you look mediocre. Gk cares even though dressed in a king's robe, you're still a Chinese doll. Wibawa it can not be bought especially buy him pay, right?

Gw bodo very ama business snack beromzet billions, bags worth delinquent bpjs or selangka people who prosper.  Your family can have it all. I don't know where the money is from.

I only care because with all the limitations you have, you trouble people in Indonesia! That's aja!

Riana Ririe Wulansari is a veiled and bespectacled girl with the status of a widow with two children. I just inbox him, whether he'll respond to me or not. There's no harm in trying, right? Who knows if you can live a good life with the property of her late husband.

'Assalamu Alaikum ukhti, please introduce me ustadz Abu Fauzan of universal order. Can I ta'aruf to ukhti? I want to make an angel in the world and the Hereafter.'

I turned off the phone, immediately expressed my intention thinking it was better than stale. Intentionally I want to marry him because I see from his photos it turns out he is a rich widow, his two children also school in the famous SDIT. Her ex-husband himself is an official who certainly has a lot of property. I myself also began to be overwhelmed how to pay the pile of debts SPP Ida my son. Not to mention the need for households whose costs are increasing.

Whether my wife Anna agrees or not, I don't care if she'll be told when the time comes. The husband does not need to ask permission from his wife, because the husband is the priest of the family. Can fall in my pride if I have to ask permission to the wife who actually must submit to the orders of the husband.

I waited a few days for an inbox reply but still no news. I really like his inspiring and meaningful statuses and he also hates the current government as much as I do. Remembering the BPJS debt that was piling up, to pay it I really can't anymore. Want to disable also can not, want to lower the class is also complicated.

This morning after taking a shower I headed to the room to get dressed, but I was surprised to see my phone that Anna had opened. I frantically grabbed my phone and checked it.

"Please you!"

"Ma-af Abi, I called."

"The reason you are, already do not believe in Abi play check it out!"

"Umi just picked up the phone and told me that Abi was still in the bathroom."

"You have the courage to answer your husband!"

Plaque!!!

I saw her crying while rubbing her cheeks, I was really sick of seeing her drama this early. Immediately I got dressed and went to the school, because today there is an event that I have been waiting for a long time.

This study was filled by famous ustadz who had successfully applied polygamy on the ark of his own household. Even his four wives also participated, they went hand in hand with a friendly as if they did not want to separate. The first and second wives stood on the left and right. The third and fourth wives walked behind the ustadz.

All male participants sat inside the mosque while female participants sat in separate places that were sealed with cloth. We are given a paper sheet containing biodata that we must fill, starting from the name, address, job, education, and criteria of the ideal wife. Similarly, female participants were also asked to fill out biodata like us.

I write in full what are the criteria of my dream wife. To attend this event, I have to pay Rp. 250,000, while female participants do not have to pay. I was really amazed by the women in the room next to me, because they understood the rules of polygamy even ready to be polygamous for the sake of becoming a heavenly angel.

The event lasted for three hours, while the committee was busy sorting through the biodata we filled and would be matched. Until finally, the announcement of the matchmaking process through ta'aruf began. One by one the names of men were called to face the committee. I feel anxious because my name has not been called yet, whether or not no women want to be polygamous with me because my status is still unemployed.

I waited for almost an hour, and finally I was left. One of the officers called me.

"Mother Fauzan."

"Yes." Yeah." I stood up and came straight with spirit.

"Sorry sir, no one is willing to be polygamous with you."

My forehead is wrinkled, like a Nagasaki bomb my heart is broken to pieces.

"No way! I'm the biggest man in the world! How could all of you reject me!"

I saw the committee just smiling and then showed me the biodata I filled just now.

"This, sir in financial terms you are considered not qualified to get a prospective wife. For the duty of the husband is to support the wife."

I took the paper and ripped it off. I saw the other organizers smiling and whispering for a moment I was leaving.

"ah! Damn it!!! Women are now on the matre all!" I shouted in front of the mosque which became a spectacle of people who happened to pass by.

I stopped the motorbike and headed for the city park. In the city park, I checked my phone who knew Riana was replying to my message. I saw the motive through the messenger and it turns out Riana replied to the message I sent last night.

'Waalaikum greetings, I am willing to ta'aruf and become the wife of ustadz. If the ustadz deigns may go directly to my parents' house to propose to me. Cimahi Highway no 212.'

I smiled and immediately typed in a reply message.

'Alhamdulilah, tomorrow I will come to apply ukhti.'

Yup! I screamed in excitement and immediately prostrated myself on the ground, ignoring those who were looking at me with strange looks.