I WAS THE THIRD PERSON
Fourthly
đź’”Shofii
Shofiyya Mardhia is my name, I work as a Dentist at a well-known Hospital in Bandung. I am 30 years old, mature enough to build a household again after my past failures.
After my breakup with Raihan due to his scholarship application to America was accepted, I never had a relationship with the opposite sex again. Raihan is one of the smart students who chose to continue S2 Faculty of Medicine in America, according to his aspirations for a long time.
Although there was no problem, somehow that day Raihan decided to end his marriage bond with me on the grounds that he would focus on the education he lived. Sick I think, the relationship that we have been living for 2 years turned out to have to end. I had promised to be faithful waiting for him, but somehow Raihan did not budge and keukeh parted with me. And I'm really devastated by Raihan's decision.
The feeling of being hit and disappointed actually makes the relationship with Robbku getting better. During practice holidays, I use my time to go to study, whether the study of Fiqh, Islamic-themed lectures, or knowledge (the Quran study correctly), all are not choosy I often go to.
After I actively participated in the study, the hijab that I used to only hang closed my head now began to stretch my chest, although not yet perfect syar'i but this is my process. And now I also routinely use socks for activities outside the house a bit far away. Face makeup that used to look blushing color, now only in the form of a thin sweep so that it does not look pale. And I'm comfortable and getting used to my changes.
Until one evening, a woman friend of my taklim told me that she would soon marry a young man she knew from the family program named SAMAWA. I slowly started to look into the program.
I have lived two years of solitude. I felt I was starting to need a priest to guide and guide my steps. Until finally with steadiness, I registered my biodata on the matchmaking program.
At the study site that I followed every Sunday afternoon at Masjid al-Amanah. The study led by Ustad is quite famous in my city, Al Ustad Anshori Al-Hafiz, it does have a program to help menta'arufi men and women who are ready to get married but constrained soul mate never arrived. And SAMAWA is the name of the program.
I wrote my biodata and photos among dozens of women who were also ready to get married that day. And a month later, a woman who was also the organizer of the SAMAWA program contacted me. There's a guy who's interested in my bio. I also came that afternoon ...
Accompanied by our muhrim, I met with mas Shafiq Azwar Maliki 2 months ago. A tall, clean-skinned man with a proportional body walked into the room at that moment. His gaze was shady, he didn't talk much, and he didn't look at me much. Only once did that make my heart beat irregular.
The young architect now proposes his vision and mission of getting married. I asked a few questions and he answered every question. He had no intention of playing around, if I was suitable he would visit home to meet with my family. I am an orphan and have no one.
Exactly 12 years ago after my high school graduation, the plane my parents were on crashed. Destroyed my life .. until my mother's sister's hand embraced me. Aunt Herma was a widow who lived alone without children, and she became my mother after that day. But again fate is not on my side, 1 year ago Aunt Herma had a heart attack and had to leave me anyway.
Continue with my taaruf story, after I asked for 2 days to establish myself. Finally I contacted a female colleague who brought us together in the SAMAWA program and expressed my readiness for seriousness.
Although mas Shafiq is new to me, even his age is 2 years under me, somehow I am very steady to make Mas Shafiq my imam. Even everything seemed to be made easy until it finally happened today.
Siri's wedding we had this afternoon, I accepted it. All is not without reason, but my job contract with the largest Hospital in Bandung requires me not to get married for the first 2 years there. And I just started my job 6 months ago, which means there's still 18 months left to go through in my secret marriage.
I looked at the now flick-eyed man sleeping by my side at this time, he looked slumbering after I found him alone in the living room. Yes, Shafiq has become my husband after Ijab qobul last day was spoken firmly in front of the ruler.
Like our conversation shortly before marriage, we will get to know each other first after the ijab is spoken, courtship after halal so the speech indirectly. But the plan is just a word, in fact tonight we immediately serve each other.
And now, I have been content to look at my husband's handsome face. I closed my eyes and fell asleep at last as I hugged his body.
*Homey ... Juriyy ... Crc* ....
I woke up after a while I heard that Shafiq was delirious.
I also looked confused ...
*Who is my husband's name*?
*Who's Juriyy? Why does Shafiq keep saying that name*??
For a while, Shafiq went back to sleep, but I recorded the name.
*Should I ask you about Juriyy in Shafiq*??
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