IF YOU ARE A FOOL

The Arrival of Candidates-in-Law

As Dian said last day, tonight he will really come with abi and umminya.

Unlike the previous ones who originally proposed in front of the crowd, this time he gave certainty about the arrival he had with his parents.

After the prayer, I was getting ready, changing clothes with faster clothes. Because usually at hours like this I've been wearing a home service shirt, which is a nightgown.

While waiting for Dian's arrival, I still continued chatting with friends, who were still crowded since last afternoon. The excitement happened because Melan also sent a photo when Dian put a ring on my finger. This is beyond scenario.

The excitement about Melan's engagement has been conveyed in the group since noon. Just now the group began to quiet, replace Melan who gave a surprise by sending the photo. So the excitement happened again.

While Siska, repeatedly sending messages and phone calls, grumbled, because I secretly held a proposal. I told you all about Dian's plans, and I don't know anything.

Suppose today he had no family meeting, it would have suddenly appeared that child.

"assalamu'alaikum" Amin's ustad's voice made me put down my phone. The expected ones come too.

With a smile that was hard to endure, I tried hard to remain normal. Hiding the happy feeling that was still expanding, as if it was taking me flying.

Papa, mama is also eager to invite Dian and his family to enter. While me and adek go straight to the kitchen to get drinks and cakes.

Mom soon followed into the kitchen as well.

"ma.. mama, I just wait behind ya" I asked mama.

"why so? " ask mama.

"deg-degan ma.. shame, pleasure, mixed taste" I tried to explain my current feelings.

It doesn't feel ready to come face to face with Zia's ustadzah.

"mama's son is big" she kissed me on the forehead.

"it's up to you. Here let mama yah h bring a tray of cookies" mama took over the tray containing the cake from my hand.

"ecie.. sister... ciee" adek still tease.

"where is Kayra mbk? " just ask ustadz Zia when she sees that back in the living room is just mama and adek. From the dining table, where I was sitting at the moment, I could listen to the conversation clearly.

Then they all chatted about anything.

While coming back to the back and currently sitting with me.

"sister... sought after tuh prospective in-laws" adek told. Without being told, I have heard.

Not long after Dian's chat came in

"kok hide"

I just read, until a few minutes I haven't even replied. Confused as to what.

~ttrriinngg~ Dian

"he said to ask for a spit in halalin, had come and even left hidden ⁇ ️"

Well, come out.. don't come out... don't... come out... no.... don't.....

Finally I ventured to go out and sit beside the eyes when Ustadz Amin began to convey the intention of their arrival.

I sat down, and for a moment my gaze met Zia's. He smiled, even though I felt that smile was no longer as smooth as it used to be. When all the trouble between us had not happened.

The conversation is not as tense as it should be, perhaps.

Because the answer to the proposal was certain, accepted.

Now the focus of the conversation is, the date of birth, weton, because after all the family still adheres to the Javanese calendar.

And the next is about the plan of the marriage itself.

Here began to arise a different desire between ustad Amin, who wanted a quick marriage, to avoid slander while avoiding acts that approach adultery.

Papa wants me to finish my studies first. Minimum finish S1.

Not stopping there, ustadz Amin still make an offer "college after marriage can still be sir"

"yes, but still the focus will be split. I want Kayra to focus on her education. After that, look for experience, yes, at least one year. Before I finally pulled him into my own company.

"how is Dian, you let Khan that Kayra still takes care of the company after marriage? " Papa took it too far, in my opinion.

"pa, it's about the children's marriage. Why be the company that brought" mama remembered.

"begini ustadz Amin, so far ustadz and ustadzah tau themselves, if children rarely meet, rarely interact. Are they kids? " my mom looked at me alternately with Dian.

"So I don't think it's a problem if the children's marriage waits until Kayra passes S1 first

God willing nothing will happen. We know enough with our children, God willing they are children who obey the religion" this time the mother who made an offer.

This time I totally agree with my mom. Even if the instinct wants to be quickly halted, but common sense must keep going. After all, a year is not too long.

If we used to be able to pass a distance apart for a long time, then one year is not enough.

That was before we had the same taste. Before we had the same desire and purpose.

But now, can the taste be held for a long time? Let alone one year, one day withhold longing it feels heavy.

"what about you guys? " eyeang finally questioned me and Dian.

We are both equally stunned. Apparently facing the parents is not as easy as facing the feelings of both of us. Who could scream and shout at all they wanted.

I smiled, and so did Dian.

"Did Dian agree to get married waiting for Kayra to graduate from college? " mama asked.

"yes aunt, it's okay. All while I save first" replied Dian.

"but if before that time comes, something has happened. For example, if you meet too often, then you must be willing to marry in series first" ustadz Amin emphasized an additional point.

Me and Dian stared at each other, with great difficulty I swallowed my own saliva. Is this a threat, or a warning?

"do you agree? " ustadzah Zia spoke this time.

"MUST AGREE. It's the only middle ground.

Amanah as an old man is heavy, Mr. Wijayakrama" Ustadz Amin again emphasized.

All right, well, my brain's starting to digest. What Ustadz Amin said is true.

So basically all the decisions come back to us. Sooner or later the wedding is up to us. How capable we are to maintain trust. Especially trust from God.

I nodded, signifying that I agreed with the final decision delivered by ustadz Amin.

Then he nodded his head, agreeing.

"god willing, we will take good care of that trust" Dian replied.

The deal has been reached. Now it's the parents' turn to talk again about the wedding day.

I moved out of the living room. Join to watch a Korean drama with adek.

Shortly after I left, Dianpun joined me and adek.

"hawh, everywhere Korean dramas" he complained when he sat in front of the TV. Understandably, Korean drama is booming in our country 😄

Actually, I do not like it myself, adek who is a fan of Korean dramas.

"matching pair" said adek.

"meaning" I said along with Dian.

"nah, right. Protests also coincided" adek said.

"what the hell, not clear" I complained.

"both boys, you both don't like drakor. A matching couple Khan? "

Dian and I looked astray.....

"Johan who likes drakor" said Dian.

Why did you suddenly mention that name. I almost forgot that name. Even if I remember, there will only be pain.

"why call that name anyway" I said cynically.

This time Dian and Adek looked at each other. Tumben, like there's nothing.

"what the hell is this Dian's sister" quickly snatched.

Now I look at Dian with a full glance.

"don't that ah.

I just remember that Johan likes to watch drakor" Dian explained.

I'm still quiet. Instantly my chest feels tight, filled with anger if you remember the last incident with brother Jo. His kindness had disappeared all along. All that remains is hatred.

"sorry, I did it on purpose. Just a reflex earlier, just keinget" Dian explained again.

The boisterous sounds from the living room filled the room. The meeting of two families that had never happened before, did not expect to be that fluid.

Ustadzah Ziapun as if nothing had ever happened.

The conversation just flows. While time goes on without anyone being able to hold back.

I also sat quietly listening to a spectacle that I did not understand at all. Same with Dian and also adek.

Adek, of course he enjoyed his spectacle. What about Dian, is being silent because I regret mentioning the name of someone who made my mood go bad all of a sudden?

Until finally ustadz Amin called me to resign. The three of us stood up and joined the others.

All have said goodbye. And at the end of the word ustadzah Zia hugged me "forgive the ummi who never forgave"

I replied with a nod. Then I smiled and grabbed the hand of the ustadzah. I kissed that hand.

The hand that used to be second heaven for me. And now, it's really going to happen. She is second heaven after mother, mother-in-law.

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