Lightly Longing

Wedding Tonight

After saying that, Mr. Arbi smiled more often. I fought a strange war with my heart and brain. Are we really getting married? Could it? These questions continue to occupy my mind.

Mr. Arbi stopped his bike at a store. I noticed that Mr. Arbi who was descending slowly also asked me to join him.

"We're shopping for you first, yeah, Ta."

"Forku?"

"Yes, you're the bride" she said with laughter. I rolled a lazy eyeball. His words were totally ignored.

I was just looking around at the store that was filled with a robe shirt as well as a headscarf. Actually, nothing suits my taste.

Suddenly Mr. Arbi put a rectangular cloth patterned with flowers of salem color on my head.

"It turns out it matches the color of your skin. I took this one, yes, Ma'am," he told the shopkeeper who kept me still dumbfounded. After the maid left, I pulled Mr. Arbi's arm slightly angled.

"What do you mean?"

"No means anything. You're the one who wants to marry me."

"Sir Arbi! It's not funny!" my protest did not accept.

"really. I also no longer joke," he replied that made me angry to hear his words. I opted out, wanted to go home but didn't know what to ride.

Tengsin if you have to ask for Mr. Arbi. The middle age is asking for help. I can't possibly do that. I exhaled a heavy breath, whining in my heart.

"This is for you," said Mr. Arbi who offered yellow plastic with the label. I turned my face away, reluctant to look at him.

"Take, Ta. There's no way that you dress like that going into a boarding school" he said again, which made me see myself from chest to toe.

Tight jeans, blazer-coated tanktop. True, indeed if this includes aurat in Islam.

"You can see clothes you do not look, because it is covered in a blazer. But, those super tight jeans, will be a sight for santri there."

I grabbed the plastic Mr. Arbi was holding, then went back into the store to change clothes. I took Mr. Arbi's taste out of the canteen.

Long skirt, I let out look at him with a face of disbelief. At least, I've never had such model stuff.

Long gamis navy color-boxed motif, passable. But, the time yes riding a motorbike wear soan. I threw it away slowly beside me.

Pants fabric model kulot light brown color, also sweater model shirt white color. Complete with hijab of each color.

I was confused which one to wear, actually everything did not suit my style. But, how else. The rules of the boarding school should be adjusted, because I'm a guest there.

I chose to wear cloth pants and sweater clothes earlier. Wearing a brown pashmina hijab. After I finished wearing the shirt, I went out to see Mr. Arbi with a bag of plastic earlier.

"Where?" ask him who is behind me. He turned around and looked from head to toe.

"God, you are beautiful, Ta."

Mr. Arbi took my helmet and put it on me. Her face was so crisp, it might see what I was wearing now.

"Take care of her boyfriend" said the middle-aged woman wearing an orange vest with a parking lot. Mr. Arbi just gave a smile in response to the parking lot boy's chatter.

"Sorry, yes, Ta. I'm gonna make you wear this shirt?"

I just sighed. Mr. Arbi handed over two thousand to the parking attendant and we continued our journey.

My body was already stiff and achy due to the rocky path of the plantation. I don't know why, in the interior like this there is a village. Already some villages that were caught netraku passed.

I complained to Mr. Arbi, he only replied with a smile while sweeping the back of my hand gently.

"Before a minute, Ta. Patience, yes."

"From two hours ago said it was so, sir."

"Hehe, sorry, yeah."

We were at the end of the road and coincided with the intersection of three. Mr. Arbi chose to turn right not far from the intersection he stopped the motor. Plank reads 'Pesantren Ma'had Bina Ulama Asahan'

I looked around the three-story building in pale green and yellow. Around it there is a field filled with coconut trees.

Mr. Arbi invited me in. I nodded doubtfully. An old man with a long beard in white, limited to the chest. Mr. Arbi kissed the back of his hand and was respectful.

His gaze turned towards me who was still wondering who he was and what purpose he had brought me here.

"Ta, here. This is Kiyai Abdul Samad. The manager of the foundation at once, my father," he said that made me dumbfounded, even gaping mouth in disbelief.

Is he Kiyai's son? This serious? How is that behavior? I fumbled to myself, slowly hesitating. Cupping both hands in front of the chest while saying greetings.

"So you're ready to get married tonight?"

"What's? Marriage?" I turned towards Mr. Arbi, asking for an explanation for what Kiyai Abdul Samad said. The name alone is similar to the chairman of the KPK, lest I too be eradicated tonight through OTT. Yeah, God.

Mr. Arbi sniffed his shoulders, Kiyai Abdul Samad looked at the two of us in turn.

"Isn't she the woman you told me about?"

"True, he's the one, Dad. But ...."

"Sorry, Ustadz."

"Kiyai," said Mr. Arbi to correct my greeting to the father. Ah, whether it's Kiyai or Ustadz, it's the same in my opinion, which is definitely not the marriage my purpose of coming here.

"Yes, Ki-ya-i," I said carefully. "I came here just to accompany Mr. Arbi, no other purpose."

"But you have committed adultery and it is unlawful. Will you continue to commit sins?"

"Zina?" I ask who still doesn't understand what it means. We didn't do anything. Physical contact was just that kiss not in front of the crowd. It was just the two of us, in the car instead.

"Yes, touching hands for those who are not muhrim only includes adultery. You must get married, otherwise there will be a lot of slander directed at you."

"But, Kiyai. L am.…"

"Well, just a second, Arbi said it was Ananta."

"Please, but Aisha will accompany you."

Mr. Arbi took me around the corner, followed by the pink hooded girl with us. Aisyah was standing near me, although it was a distance away but she could still clearly hear our conversation.

"Ta, I actually have no right to force you to marry me. But, my advice is we should get married to avoid slander and keep my father's good name."

"But, Sir. This is not true. I have nothing to prepare. After all, the status of a new widow was only legal in the eyes of the law three hours ago. How's it possible?" I said by patting the eel that felt dizzy.