Is There Another Love in Your Heart?

3. Legitimate

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That special day has finally arrived. Our wedding was held at home. Just a deal without the glitter of the guarantee. Remembering the sudden preparation. The decoration is sober. Minimalist touch of flowers hung on the wall for photos with the family. But that did not diminish my happiness.

I am so happy that I can fill half of Dien. On the one hand I feel happy because no one else says I'm a spinster. No more friends who slink and talk at will. They always call guyon. Why is it always that feeling that flashes in my mind. How narrow the heart is, just thinking about the talk of people who are trivial.

"Well." Right."

“Alhamdulillah,” thanksgiving with the whole room attended by close relatives.

Everything is like a dream. So fast, so smooth. Only immense gratitude to the Divine Rabbi. Today I have officially become the wife of a man named Muhammad Zulfan. Which I never knew how he was.

I just believe the story of Ustadz Hakim. Believing that a soul mate is God's destiny is somehow the process.

Zulfan, an ustadz in a boarding house. Shady-eyed man. For the first time, I kissed the back of his hand. Then he kissed my forehead. We're both awkward. We know we don't know each other yet. This sacred bond has been witnessed by God and His angels. Likewise witnessed by relatives and neighbors who attended.

The joy on the faces of Mom and Dad. He hugged me in turn. There were sobs between us. Especially father. This time I saw him cry. For the sake of seeing her daughter give up her single.

It used to be that Tiara's wedding wasn't like this. I don't know what's on my mind. Only He and Allah are All-Knowing. Now his biggest responsibility as a parent has passed to my husband.

Then I also changed the silence on my mother-in-law. While my father-in-law is dead.

That relieved face also appeared to my brothers. My parents both? They are definitely the happiest. Even though my mom feels guilty about me.

The marriage of my brothers was much more festive with careful preparation. It is very different from my wedding today. So I told him both that I was okay.

“Already Sir! Mom ! the important thing is not to be legitimate, right?.” Candaku.

Their shady faces looked at me with a feeling of sadness mixed with happiness. Sad to not be able to give justice to his children. Happy because I am married. Like I said, her happiness is to see me married.

I didn't invite my teacher friends to school. But I sent a message to the principal because it was related to my teaching license. Do not forget I ask prayer that my marriage becomes barokah, sakinah, mawadah and warohmah. The headmaster immediately announced in the school group. Not long after the school whatsapp group was already boisterous with congratulations.

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Zulfan, the man who's only been a few minutes behind me. He's three years above me. Even though I'm officially his wife, I honestly don't have any feelings yet. Maybe he is too. We will get to know each other as time goes on.

It was a simple marriage, but it didn't diminish the slightest bit of happiness for both of our families. After the dhuhur the Zulfan family asked for a farewell. My mother-in-law hugged and kissed me. He treated me and treated me as his own son. We can adjust to each other. Our relationship was so warm, even though it was the first time we talked for a longer time.

Meanwhile, guests kept coming. Although in fact we did not spread the invitation except walimahan only. Even before nine o'clock, guests still arrive. Teachers are also present. As usual, they didn't stop teasing me. My husband's screams are just smiles facing my friends who make jokes outside the limits. Maybe for those of you who know them, it doesn't matter. I don't know for my husband.

Once upon a time, it came to my mind to resign and look for another school. Although this is an educational institution, but the association of male and female teachers mixed is very common. I want a more religious workplace. There are so many values that are not in line with me at this time. I want to move to a better place. In the meantime I'm just going.

After my guest said goodbye, I apologized to my husband. I hope my friends don't make him uncomfortable. As a new person who entered my world, it might be quite surprising. I hope my husband can understand.

The night kept crawling up. Guests are starting to diminish. It was our turn to get tired. Father and mother are seen still preparing some food in the living room and the living room. Some relatives and neighbors are still pacing to beberes. I intend to help. But my mother refused and told me to go to the room to rest.

I entered the room with an awkward heart. Zulfan was performing Isya’ prayers in the room. Then he recited and raised his hand solemnly. I waited for him by sitting on the edge of the bed. I feel strange in this condition. I was confused as to what to do, too. Do I have to wait for him until the end of the prayer or do I just sleep. Actually my eyes have been very sleepy and tired all day.

Zulfan had just finished his worship. We were both awkward to say hello.

“You've prayed?” the question was gentle and instantly made my heart rustle. It feels so deg-degan. I was stunned for a moment. The piece of sentence that slid across his lips made me float. ‘Yes Allah why I am.’

“Neg. Meaning I'm in a hitch.” I answered while squeezing my hands.

“Ooh. Are you sleepy?” Zulfan took a sitting position in front of me.

I'm shaking.

“Can we talk for a minute.”

I'm nodding. Zulfan looked at me with a smile.

“Sorry before. Hmm.” He seemed confused to start. I wait for what to tell me.

“Call me Mas only yes!” he said, scratching his head. I saw keki.

“What do you want to call?”

I smile.”Whatever it is.”

“Kok is up anyway. Want to be called a teacher? Dinda?” I'm shaking. Zulfan was still staring at me. I'm getting the wrong way.

“Says whatever. What donk? Um if it's baby?” I shook my head hard.

“Say donk. Cook the bells only.” I'm just smiling. Not having the courage to talk. Heart is too groggy.

“Hmm..I call Dik only, how?”

I'm nodding. Again with a smile.

“What if we start training! Let tomorrow-tomorrow not awkward.”

‘Chew this person, why the hell.cook gini just use exercise’

“Dik! Look at the face of Donk. Cook nduk keep,” Godanya.

‘Ya Forgive this man. Don't know what if this heart is clanging incessantly.”

“Iya, Mas!” I said softly while raising my face slowly.

“What the hell, don't listen to me. Repeat donk!” he put his ear to my face.

“Iya, Mas!” Zulfan smiled with satisfaction.

“Content Yes Dik already want to accompany Mas.”

“Iya, Mas!”

Then we both smiled shyly at this silliness.

“Are you sleepy?”

“Iya passable.”

“Lumayan. What is it?” Zulfan smiled amusedly.

“Hmm.. I'd like to talk to you for a second. Actually, I don't like living here. But I think we better stay alone despite the one-room contract. We can find a contract not far from here so we can often see the father's mother. We are married and need a lot of adjustments. The presence of others even though the parents themselves are prone to misunderstandings. Except in certain conditions, for example, must accompany and care for parents. Or the parents are the only ones. It is the duty of the child to take care of him. What Mas see, Father and Mother are also still healthy.”

Zulfan stopped his speech which I thought was so long.

I was silent and did not respond to anything. Actually in this tired condition I am lazy to think heavy. I prefer to answer yes or no.

“Do you agree, Dik?”

“Iya, Mas. I agree.”

“Thank you, Dik! Then rest! You seem to be sleepy, right? Mas also want to rest.”

In my heart, I want to stay in this house while looking after my parents. But what my husband said was true. As a wife, I have to follow my husband. As long as it does not contradict God's commandments.

I'm riding on the bed. This is the first time I have ever shared a bed with a stranger. This is my first night as a wife. I sleep on the wall and face the wall. By wearing nightgown pants and long sleeves complete with instant hijab. Actually I feel sultry sleeping with a hijab. But I don't usually open my headscarf in front of men except my father and my mas-mas. Let it be, my husband did not protest. While Zulfan beside me slept face up.

My eyes are not good either. A few minutes later, I heard my husband's snoring. Then I turned the body. In the dim light sleep I stared fixedly clean face. There's only one word. Handsomest. I smiled to myself.

Suddenly his eyes opened slowly. I really like getting caught wet. Has he not really slept? Does he know I'm secretly watching him? This time I was in great shame and instantly closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. Why be so groggy? Maybe it was her turn to see me now. I swear I did not dare to move in the slightest.The position of my body was tilted towards him. Oh gosh. Blanket, where's the blanket? I want to hide under the covers.

I don't know what time I slept last night. When I woke up Iqomah's voice came from the mosque. I slept very well because of exhaustion. I blinked my eyes in search of Zulfan, who was not in the room.

Maybe he was praying at dawn to the mosque. When not praying this way I usually like to mollor in bed.

‘Why early in the morning, I regret. Though I still want to sleep.’

Not long after that my husband opened the room door, still complete with a short-sleeved brown dress and a box-cotax holster. His face was shining with ablution water.

“How do you sleep, soundly?” I saw him open his eyes.

“Eiya. How come I wasn't woken up?” I pretended to protest.

“You are very sound. I don't want to wake up.”

‘Haah is beautiful. Try repeating once again my husband, my inner self.’ I smile to myself.

Then I got out of my bed. “I shower first huh, Mas?”

“Iya there let it fragrant.” Seeerr..Forgive my heart straight away. Because I was so nervous I hit the door. Zulfan laughed amusedly while shaking.

“Be careful if you walk, Dik!”he said while holding a smile.

“Iya Mas.”

I went out and closed the door. I wanted to pinch him because he laughed at me. Why am I salting like this.

I took a shower and changed clothes. This time I was wearing a floral salem dress with a matching rectangular hijab. I approached my husband who was sitting in the living room watching a tausiah show on television.

“Mas, this is drinking warm water first!”

I gave her a glass of warm water. It has become my habit in the morning to drink warm water before entering other foods. I usually drink it after waking up before taking a shower.

“Still yes, Dik!”

He received a glass while looking at me with a shady look. I swear I didn't dare to return his gaze.

“What breakfast you have, Mas?” ask awkward.

From now on, I am a wife. I have to serve my husband well.

“Which there is.”

“Then I help mom prepare food in the kitchen ya.”

“Yes good cooking.” Reply with a smile.

I stepped into the kitchen while holding my chest. Ah heart-heart, why pounding like this huh.

I remembered Ustadz Subhan's study a few weeks ago. He said that dating after marriage is much more beautiful. And that's how I feel right now. Just a day with him.

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