JODOHKU MR. DUDA

Towards the Wedding Day

"Ehmm, if added to take care of our wedding ceremony, is Mas, still able?"

　

"Well\, sih\, this month. But it looks like ___"

　

Goose choked, listening to Nisa say that. His hand grabbed the glass filled with white water, sipping it in half.

　

"Daddy, don't joke, dong." He stared fixedly in the eyes of the fiancee. Trying to find honesty in that unanimous net.

　

"No. We're getting married this month, huh?"

　

Angga gulped, nervous as it seemed.

　

"Feelings, we're all right here. Not hit anything, but why now?" Angga still looked at Nisa in disbelief. Her hand held the fiance's forehead, Normal.

　

"Issh, Mas, why? Don't trust me?" nisa protest.

　

"Hehehe, yes, but just a little," said Angga cengengesan.

　

"Ok, now, we're serious. Try to repeat again, what was, Adek, say," Angga said seriously.

　

Nisa took a breath, before saying, "Masss, what if the marriage is accelerated? Next month, that's it."

　

"Sir, you sell, I owe you! Okay, I answer now. But, after that, there was no chance of revising or changing back. Hows it? Able?" Angga mengptimatum Nisa's. For him, marriage was not something a game could make.

　

He did not want, the promise that would be spoken and held accountable before God, to evaporate like an empty mess. He fell in love only once. Married only once.

　

He wants, his life partner in the future, to be together to carry out this longest and longest service. A sakinah family, mawaddah, warohmah became his goal and dream all along.

　

While Nisa, looks daunted when asked like that. Honestly, his desire to accelerate the wedding day, is not without cause. God, he was the figure behind all those impromptu requests.

　

Apparently the former, can never really disappear from that heart. Although it has tried as much as possible, to use terwahid whitening products. However, the shadow of his best friend and ex-husband, always follow his every step.

　

Sandwiched between the past and the future, making it like a simalakama fruit. All wrong. Going to the right is wrong, going to the right is wrong. Seeing the Gods who continue to fight to get back together, making the embers of love that have not been completely extinguished, again flared up. Although until this moment, Nisa never agreed to the recognition of God. They even tend to push it.

　

However, he realized that the heart was formed from a lump of blood. Soft because it is not boned. Makes it easy to turn to something. Similarly, Nisa felt and it made the day through which covered with fog. Can't see clearly what the soul really wants.

　

Until Nisa can only choose logic and reality in plain sight. Responsibility as an Angga fiancee and keeping the names of both families, became his choice. Ignored the feeling of love for a God who has hurt and left a mark on his life. For the sake of a firm hand and the love offered by Angga.

　

"Dad! Deck! Are you okay?" Angga said that while moving his palms on his fiance's face. Nisa flinched, apparently she was dissolved in her own mind.

　

"Hehehe, sorry Mas, was confused about what to answer. You see, Mas, said to owe. Lha, trus, then do I have to sign the debt as well, so that the funds are liquid? Well, Mass, sorry. My installments are also still many," joked Nisa so that the atmosphere melts.

　

"I'm not selling anything either" Nisa said.

　

Angga raised both eyebrows for a moment, then chuckled while staring fixedly at the woman beside him.

　

"So, how'd you answer?"

　

"Bismillah, we're getting married next month." Nisa said flatly, but firmly. His eyes looked towards the entrance of the restaurant. It was as if there was an exit for all the rest in his heart.

　

Angga gave a happy smile, hearing what Nisa had just said. The hand of the woman who has conquered her heart.

　

"Thank you, Dek, for the earnestness of your heart, chose to live with me. God willing, in our family later, your tears will only flow because they are happy. Not out of grief," Angga's promise was sincere.

　

Nisa's heart is like in the clouds. [Is this how it feels to be loved by someone sincerely?] whispers in the heart.

　

"I don't ask you to do everything for me. Just give me and El a place in my heart. There's me and El, in Mas's soul. It's enough to make you happy" Nisa replied.

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Pov Nisa's

The news of my marriage with Angga accelerated, reached Naresh's ear. Though deliberately has not told anyone, including the nuclear family. Later, when the schedule comes home on Saturday. This is not something that can be discussed clearly through a telephone connection.

　

But once again this proves that man can only plan, God is the decision maker. It seems that Mas Angga has already talked about this to my brother.

　

"So right, what did Angga say? Next month's your wedding?"

　

"Yes, Bang. I'm the one who asked for speed."

　

"Why? Is it because of God?"

　

I sighed slowly, bang Naresh guessed exactly what my reason was. Like a fortune teller.

　

"Hu 'um. How, you know?"

　

　

"Astagfirullah, brother, ohh, that's so. Ngatain own sister food waste! So mean!" I reposted, annoyed. Although the widow, no, tuh, who ever said I 'Ampas'.

　

But instead of apologizing, there was a laugh on the other end of the phone that made me even more angry.

　

"Indeed, you know what that means?"

　

"No! Emang, what?" my sergeant.

　

"AMPAS FOOD (I'm Trying to Forget Memories) but I can't, Coy. Barisan failed to move on, hahaha."

　

"It's nice to see someone so hard. Look out, I report the same __"

　

"Female or God?"

　

"Abanglane!!!!"

　

Clik. I pressed the red button to disconnect the phone no such behavior. Damaging the mood on this sunny morning.

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Once at the office, I went straight to the HRD room to talk about something.

　

Resign! Yes, I plan to stop working, according to the wishes of Angga mas. Actually, there is no problem if you have to stop your career. Only, I want them to close the meeting or keep this a secret, until the date of my wedding is held.

　

Instead of wanting to look exclusive, just to avoid interference from someone. Who else if not God. Fortunately, HRD is working together. I can breathe a sigh of relief too. Look, I try to forget and close the gap for you. So, please live your life well, without having to ask me to turn back.

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"Mas, let me keep working, up to H-2. How's it?" I asked Angga when he picked me up that afternoon.

　

"Dad, would it still be a pity to stop?" He asked Bali, before answering my question.

　

"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm still trying to shake things up. However, the company has helped me to come back strong and cultivate confidence little by little. However, not because of that, I ask permission," I said honestly. So that he doesn't misunderstand me and will understand my situation, between him and the gods.

　

Angga smiled wisely, then said, "no problem, Dek. Go ahead, as long as the family doesn't bother."

　

"Thank you, Mom, for the braking. God willing, I will talk about this tomorrow to mom and dad," I said happily got the green light from him.

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Nothing seems to change, the atmosphere of the house is still like before. Mamah just got rid of some unused equipment. Last night I had nothing to say to my parents when I got home. The body feels tired and a little weak, so immediately choose to sleep next to El.

　

This morning the plan will tell the family about some changes that have been agreed with the Angga mas.

　

Papah deliberately did not go to the garden at my request last night. After bathing El, I took my beloved to the living room to feed and talk to the parents.

　

I'm telling you everything that's happened lately, of course minus my feelings that are raging again because of a God. Thank God, no one objected. Even Mom seemed very enthusiastic to hear it.

　

However, there was one thing that surprised me quite a bit. Mamah and Papah were planning to return to the capital, after my marriage affairs had run out.

　

Mamah was already a darling and could not be far from his grandson El. Papah thought, instead of getting sick because he missed his grandchildren, they just moved back to the city. After all, so that we his children can easily meet them if they need and need them.

　

I involuntarily hugged Mama, overjoyed at hearing their plans. I offered to stay with me and Angga, but they refused. Papah said, he did not want to make me spoiled because of the presence of parents at home. It could be if one day I quarrel with mas Angga, and immediately complain to mamah or papah, to defend me. That's not healthy.

　

And the nature of the old man, will definitely defend his own flesh and blood. Papah does not want mamah or himself to be dzolim in-law for Angga mas.

　

"You, just come to our house, if you want to ask for an opinion. It is not good if married still depends on parents. Learn to be independent, because later you will also be the last bastion for your children" said Papah firmly.

　

I could only nod my head, hearing his advice.

　

Because there are no more obstacles regarding the blessing of both parents, finally have to return to the city, to prepare for all the needs of marriage. Although most have been handled by one of the WO, there are still things that we need to take care of ourselves.

　

Utilize office break hours, if there is an urgent need. Enough to blur our plans against other co-workers. However, that does not apply to Gods.

　

Apparently, he was secretly following me. When with mas Angga to the boutique for fitting wedding dresses. This made her go to see both of my parents.

　

"Nis, God is at home" said mamah on the phone and it made me frown.

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