Lightly Longing

Directly, yes, Ta?

"Arbi insisted on quitting the boarding school in High School" he said, apparently understanding when my attention did not shift from the photo.

"Sorry, Mom. Why don't you ask about me?"

"No need, Ananta. I knew about you long before you came here."

I put together a confused eyebrow hearing the words of this beautiful woman. On his face there were no wrinkles. Maybe he used expensive skincare.

Aisyah joined us while carrying a drink on the tray. "Diminum, Brother. Bang Arbi, it's been a long story about Brother," continued Aisyah who made the middle-aged woman in front of me smile meaningfully.

"Wait, I still don't understand all this" I said, still with a confused face.

"Arbi has long told Mother Ayesha. Every time he comes home, he's always telling me about you. I support her, but keep advising her when you have a boyfriend."

A boyfriend? That means, it's true what Mr. Arbi has said all along. He's been watching me for a long time.

"Sister." Aisyah's voice broke my daydream, I gasped at the mother and son alternately.

"Arbi, it is, Ta. If he had made a choice, he would never have wavered."

"But ...."

"Why? Your status?" ask the middle-aged woman. I nodded and looked down inside.

"Arbi told me everything."

"You don't mind my past, either?"

"Those who live the home life, not us. We as parents can only support your decision."

Aisyah rubbed my shoulders, then hugged me tightly. "Sir Ananta just calm down, yeah. Bang Arbi is good also attention to small things. Aisyah is sure, Ananta will not choose wrong."

I reply with a smile. For some reason, this family is so breastfed accepting my condition that is not intact.

"Assalamualaik." A very familiar heavy voice was present at the door. He kissed the reverence of the back of his mother's hand. A warm kiss he landed on his temple, while his hands embrace the shoulder he realized it. We answer his greetings.

"Mom's happy, you're finally coming home with a daughter-in-law for me."

Mr. Arbi just smiled broadly, he came up to me. Our gazes met for a while which then wrinkled hands covered his son's eyes.

"Still have to keep your eyes on it, Bi."

"Hehe, Mother."

"Later at night it is also halal, Brother," continued Aisyah.

***

Evening arrived, I did not expect Isya later I will marry again. Maybe no one knows when I should be a widow. But, Mr. Arbi understands very well.

The conditions here make us unable to wiggle. Although it should be able to run. However, what about the good name of Mr. Arbi's family. Ah, I'm stuck here.

My face has been polished with make up in such a way. Pastel colors are also worn. I don't know who this belongs to, which obviously I'm just following the scenario.

Model V necklace Aisyah put on me. I stared at the large mirror in front of me while holding the chain.

"Dad, is this gold?" many ensure. It is not impossible if it is an imitation and indeed just a decoration from the fairies.

"Yes, Brother. Thank God, brother who wears. Bang Arbi bought it a long time ago" he said, which made me look at Aisyah from the mirror.

"Old old?"

"Heuh," said Aisyah while nodding surely. "When Raffi Ahmad married, Bang Arbi Kumpulin continued to buy the money, Brother. He said to his wife later."

"Daddy, keep it good, yeah. I don't wear this, Shah." I put the necklace back in Aisyah's hand. Aisha looked confused.

"Loh, Brother will soon be the legitimate wife of Bang Arbi."

"Aisha, take Ananta out soon, yeah."

We turned to the door that his mother saw looking there.

"Yes, Mom." The door was closed tightly. Aisha put on the necklace I gave her.

"Son't wear it for tonight, yeah. Too empty, brother if not dipake. After the agreement, Brother can be released. Later, Aisyah save."

I exhaled a sigh. Although wrapped in a headscarf is also a cuff, the kebaya I wear is enough to show the curves of the body. I don't know who this belongs to, which obviously fits me very well.

Aisyah came out for a while leaving me alone in Pak Arbi's beautifully arranged room. My phone rang, I stared at the screen.

Tama, he called me back, I don't know what to do. I don't want to deal with him anymore. I'm devastated because I remember the past that I should have thrown away.

Several times he called, I was reluctant to answer. It's no use anymore. Now, I just want to focus on my happiness, whether it's with anyone.

Text messages are coming in on my phone screen. "Ta, I heard you're divorced from Satria. Is that right, Ta. Ta, please pick up the phone from me."

"Sister Ananta, come on," Aisyah walked over. He flanked my arm gently. Before I left, I turned off my phone.

Even though this is my second marriage, I still feel nervous and nervous. Many times I pulled it deep and took a slow breath.

"Rump, huh, brother?"

"Yes, Shah," I replied with ******-*******twitter.

The cloth is already attached there. Whether it is to separate guests or indeed just wait until the end of the agreement will be opened. Just this time I was really in a situation that was fairly in accordance with Islamic law.

"Son Ananta," call someone from behind the cloth, who he is.

"Do you have a guardian to marry you?"

"No."

"Well, I'll be your guardian. Would you allow it?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Alhamdulillah. Okay, Son Arbi. I'm going to start. Give me your hand."

"Bismilbornramanirrahim. Arbiansyah Samad, I marry you to Jiwananta Aureli bin Sujiwo Darma with his dowry a set of instruments of prayer and a gold ring of precious metals weighing twenty grams paid!" My heart beats erratically when the ruler utters the ijab.

"I accept the marriage of Jiwananta Aureli bin Sujiwo Darma with the dowry paid in cash!"

"How's witness?" ask a man who might play the role of a pengendulu here.

"Well ...!" answer everyone simultaneously. Gratitude is clearly heard. Slowly my inner circle escaped, for some reason. Prayers are offered. The cloth was opened slowly.

I looked down deeply, not wanting these warming eyes to be seen by Mr. Arbi. Mr. Arbi's hand was outstretched in front of me. I kissed the back of that hand.

"Sister Ananta, look at Bang Arbi, sister. Handsome girl, sister," whispered Aisyah who made me look at her for a moment. Mr. Arbi smiled.

"Which hand are you, Ta," he said, making me extend a hand to him. He took out a jewelry box containing a ring, and pinned it on my finger.

Not long ago I removed the wedding ring from Satria. Now, it has been replaced with a new one. Mr. Arbi kissed my forehead, nobody forbid this time.

"Later in the night, huh, Ta?" I looked up at him, who had unknowingly turned out to be a photographer there.