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You Pinang Me With Hamdalah
"by reciting the name of the Most Merciful God, you ask that Allah may give us blessings."
"So how is yah? Dad agrees?"
I asked my father after telling the storyline of my meeting with Lecturer Firhan. Dad's face seemed to be seriously responding to me as well as the mother who was looking at me as if her eyes were murmuring my little girl was getting married.
"Dad doesn't mind your decision. It is also a form of worship. The better if the implementation is accelerated."
Dad's answer relieved me.
"But you know, you just stepped on the head of two. You continue your career first to become a successful person. Noooo! Anyway mom does not agree you married suddenly gini!" Denying the horrified mother along with her jarring clash in every corner of the house, my father and I looked at each other, she grinned in fear.
"Especially the mother does not know the character and nature. He is a Medan man. I don't want to have a rough daughter-in-law !" Mom made us quiet.
"Well the mother's men were rude" whispered the father inaudible to the mother, we were silent because there would be a lot of bickering if the mother's proposal was denied.
"Assalamualaikum warahmatullah ..." From the front of the door that opened appeared the faces of om Rahman and bulik nuri, father and mother as well as I immediately stood up to welcome them.
"God is far from coming from Boyolali. No more news dik ..." My mother said regretfully.
"Yya, why is there no news. Let's sit down please." Pinta dad, I'm touching both.
"Tuh abi, the face of the incantation candidate frowned." Comment the wife of the owner of the cottage, bulik nuri. after I experienced it.
"You know where ...?" I immediately chimed in on the bulik nuri comments before my father and mother. The three of us were astonished.
"So, Sirhan was my ex-wife at Boyolali, I knew him well. I got word yesterday, ma'am. That she wants to marry my daughter, yasmine adelia. Yes, Allah !! Yo amazed. Yo smirk my heart.!" Said Rahman while patting dad on the shoulder.
"This is what we're talking about." My father's
"So what is his character like? He's rude..?" Bulik nuri asked her husband, Kom Rahman.representing mother's curiosity as well as mine.
"If new people know him, many do not believe that he is from Medan. He was a gentle santri at the cottage. Even after graduation then took a scholarship to become a lecturer, he did not forget the cottage. Yesterday he called saying he wanted to play to Boyolali after proposing to the girl he liked. After asking who the girl was. It turns out you're the one." Om Rahman begins his story my heart trembles again.
"He's a loving person, not an indiscriminate person, he's so independent, there's rarely a man like him. Not overestimating him, huh. It's just that if you have the same faith as Firhan, marry him. Your distance is 6 years, which is ideal in the age of marriage. You know better than that ? Lah wong you're a pre-wedding speaker." Connect Om Rahman. I saw mother's eyes, her face turned to relief after hearing the explanation from om Rahman.
"Yeah, you want us to be so dik rahman. In Shaa Allah we warmly welcome his good intentions. Later you also help help yes here, calculate to be the recipient of the guest." Answer father.
I was amazed by God's scenario that I never thought I'd have. Mom is a stubborn person in her opinion. Until I was worried I couldn't realize the hope I was harboring after my heart was hurt. The wounds that I have recovered from disappointment I have wished to mankind, disappointed with the promise that is always denied. But my prayer and my faith said that if indeed I and Firhan were paired, it would always be easier for Him to get married. Yeah hopefully.
"Because he is a distant person, it is impossible to go back and forth Yogyakarta to Medan. Later tell him to stay at the tree house in the tourist park next to the house." Dad's proposal
"Yya it's okay. I'll have Abdurrahman accompany her." Answer by Rahman
january 9th arrived.
This morning the dew began to dissipate as the warm sunlight came.
The light penetrates through the trunk of the pine tree that rises upwards. Last night the stars accompanied the horizon with a gentle breeze through the horden horden balcony door that I always open wide.
Everyone in the house was busy arranging meals for special guests who would be part of the family of the bani hayyena, my big family name on the father's side. I held the white rose lying in the corner of my room. The sound of knocking on the door blew my daydream this morning.
"Look .." I half shouted for the guest to hear my voice.
"Wiiih, God, my brother wants to marry." Abdurrahman said the man in a dark blue shirt and black trousers stood in the doorway. He was my cousin, first son of Rahman, I was a mahrom with him. I just chimed in with a smile.
"You don't worry. He's a good guy. I'm his 2-year-old underclassman." He said without me asking.
"I didn't ask. Who asks hekk" I replied as I stuck out my tongue. I stepped onto the balcony and Abdur followed my steps.
"The nduk nduk. Your heart asks." I'm just smiling.
Yes, my heart asked. About who he was, why he was so sure even in such a short time after I was in one car with him. He never knew my day. He never knew my criteria. He never knew what I liked and what I wanted. But with a gallant, calm and relaxed he said he wanted to stop by my house. If maybe stop by just a friendship, my heart can't be this pounding. He visited to propose to me, asking me to be a soul mate for him. And with confidence that I never had before I suddenly fell silent, I wanted to be a wife for her future.
A car came into our yard. Me and Abdur on the balcony looking at the car. Some people came out in the lower doorway. Not long after a man came out of the white avanza car, then followed by two other people, one of whom I know. A man with glasses, who always allowed the location of his glasses when he was about to talk to me. My heart beat faster than ever, exceeding the speed of his footsteps, exceeding the speed of the whirling wind that struck me.
The look from his wry eyes did not lead to me being much more visible to him and his wide smile showed off his neatly arranged teeth he was addressing to my family who welcomed him in front of the doorway. He did not look up at all to see me above being so hypnotized with his smile.
Until I didn't realize that Abdur was yelling at me.
"No. I'm just here."
My feelings cannot be as good as they were. Can't be as relaxed as before I hitch a ride in his car. And my happiness has never been this beautiful, I have never felt happier than my happiness to have a guest like her.
With my heart down the stairs, I saw they were still talking and enjoying the meal and laughing.
A few seconds later my heartbeat clapped again, beautiful I heard her clear voice speak..
Previously he asked me to participate in this moment, befriending my parrot bulik I dragged my cold feet to step then sat opposite him in a ring of clove on the carpet of light purple.
As usual he looked calm, as if turning awkwardly into a crisp smile.
"Assalamu'alaikum.
Bismillahs..Innal hamdalillahi nahmaduhu wanasta'inuhu Allahumma shalli wa sallim ala sayyidina Muhammad wa ala Alihi wa ashabihi ajma'in I came here to establish a friendship, our steps have reached the father's house, in the accompanying sentences of prayer beads and takbir I want to ask for the father's daughter according to Islamic teachings. When the Father pleases Allah, praise be to Allah and if the Father rejects Allah, Allah is the Greatest, Allah has the right to set the best destiny for His servant." The strand touched my heart, until my tears fell, I could not stand it anymore, I bowed down in my happiness.
"Wa'alaikumsalam. Praise be to God who has made love on earth. O Ananda Firhan, we accept your proposal, prepare yourselves to be part of our family. In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, we ask Allah for nothing more than what you have. We leave it entirely to our daughter to share in the talk." Rahman's answer made all eyes on me. I used to face everyone and I was never awkward with that, but this second I was only bowed for five seconds before speaking up.
"I want to be a noble woman, I don't ask for much from antum. Give me whatever it is, make dowry the best award for me." My words are accompanied by the words of Alhamdulillah from all the words present here. He looked at me briefly and then bowed again, then I knew he was trembling at my answer.
"Okay in shaa Allah 11 January how? All agreed ?" Ask my father to my future husband. They approve. I saw the happy twinkle in our eyes that were present here, there was a sudden disbelief and impressed my dream in applying in an extraordinary way.
Subhanallah, Allahu Akbar!
In exactly 2 days I will be a wife.
Drizzling down with shahdu accompanied a long night. Curtains waving following the wind that scrambled into my warm room space, warm white tumbler that I put chained around the white flowers more beautiful when swerving in the wind. Soon I will be the day I always write in my work. The delusion I founded on science, about me who never frowned when I imagined I was wearing a white dress with Henna engraved in the hand, and a beautiful bouquet of flowers. I dreamed of getting married young, I wanted to get married at a young age. I prepared myself long before I knew him, so I had to put together a piece of work, put words together in a line of words about love, I guess that way I was able to convince my family. That I'm ready to be a wife to my man. I don't know how long my tears have been begging Him, how many times I've been a child at night to one-third. And countless times I begged God not to be disappointed with the decision I had made in my little heart. And istikharah my love was answered by His, He ease my steps to get married at a young age. I smiled looking out, the drizzle subsided.
I took my iPad lying on the coffee table. Just sorting and choosing a wedding dress to accompany my bag. Though I should have slept in a dream, I went out of the room to the balcony. My eyes were staring across the sparkling.
My father is a tourism officer, because my father lives near tourist attractions to easily monitor it. So when I asked him why we don't move to urban areas. For a long time I had not seen the lamp lit, the bridge with the Tumblr lamp was leading to a tree house in the middle of a pine forest, where Firhan now settled for a while.
Yes, I realized it was beautiful.
"Mr ..." Mother's soft voice surprised me. "Yya buk .." I reflexively stood from the seat I faced towards the tree house. Smirks and wrong behavior combined.
"You're still curious about him.."
Mom followed me sitting on the balcony.
"Well, I'm just looking at it." I dodged it but my nervousness meant I was lying, lying wasn't my talent. Mom's pounding.
"Buy the dress just suggested mom or you want to rent it ..?"said mother arrived suddenly, he did not look at me who was tilting himself facing him. I followed his way of speaking.
"Hire possible.." Mother's cold hand grabbed the back of my right hand.
"Son. Just buy it, later you can pass it on to your grandchildren or even your daughter-in-law." said the mother
"Don't you love mom, I'm sorry if just because that day's event cost tens of millions." Myl
"Yes, I know that. But for now let your father make his dream come true. You are the only daughter we will marry. Let me arrange your wedding. Because we've arranged the finances for a historic day in your life."
Mother stroked my head gently, almost I wanted to cry feeling moved.
"Mother has also been preparing the dress for a long time, since your first book was published. It's easy to like."
I hugged my mother, not a single word came out representing my gratitude to the woman who was half a century old
This historic day ...
The day she asked me to come with her hand, maybe the same as me, I read Mohammad Fauzil Adhim, a journalist who deals with parenting and child education. Everything I went through today followed the book.
He hugged me with hamdalah
I won't forget it.
by reciting the name of the Most Merciful God, you ask that Allah may bestow upon us blessings
