Love Because ...
20. Boomerang at the wedding
Bandung, Juma’t February 2019 08.30
“Assalamualaikum pak Rio, damang (healthy)?” ask Sultan one of the religious teachers, who is dressed in sports clothes.
“Alhamdullillah sae-sae(well) father how?” ask Rio back.
“Alhamdulillah sir, pak hayu atuh (ayo) usual volly.” invite sir Sultan to participate in sports .
“Assalamualaikum sir?” greet Gery the third grade student while kissing both hands of his teacher. “Pak Hayu oruh pak Diki has been waiting for the field, Rio sir is coming, has long been pak ga join?” bring him.
“Iya pak Rio let our bodies healthy, Al-mu'minul qowiyyu ahabbu ilallah minal mu'minidh dha'if. Strong believers are loved more by Allah than weak believers.” clearly pak Sultan smiled issued his hadith.
“Iya pak Hayu.” says Rio approves.
Each Friday's volleyball match was followed by teacher vs. student, Mr. Jefri opened the match with a floating serve ball soared to the opponent's area received by the third-grade student Dawn, the first round was won by the teacher. During Rio's second round of serve down until the ball bounces into the opponent's field, his eyes suddenly stopped on a woman wearing a pink coat, he tried to see who the woman was. Rio forward walked a few steps confirming his vision, until suddenly the ball struck by a disciple headed towards him, Rio was not focused on the match.
“Pak Rio beware, mister Rio beware.” all the teachers shouted to warn him, but he paid no heed to the teachers' warnings. Until the ball falls directly over Rio's head. Rio immediately fell down squatting, he ignored the pain that was felt still trying to find out who the woman was.
“Pak Rio no papa?” asked the Sultan and Jefri sir approached him to check his condition.
“Father punten (sorry) I accidentally.” sahut Anton felt guilty, one of the students who gave passing.
“That's who Sultan is? “hands Rio to the woman in the pink jacket.
“Owh is a student parent sir, why do you know?” said Mr. Sultan, Rio covered his face with distinction. “Pak Rio remember Mrs?” added the Sultan.
“Pak looks like I'll ease first, I want to pray first.”
“Owh mango-manga (please-please) pak Rio.” sahut pak Sultan.
“My fathers say they want to pray first.” Rio requested permission to withdraw to the other teachers.
Duration of half an hour Rio join sports with friends as usual. He went to the abkhwan ablution which had many taps for the disciples. Rio turned one of the taps, the clear water flowing coldly refreshing his face. Then he said basmalah berwudu with tartil. After he entered the mosque, from the morning his heart was marked by anxiety and anxiety, he felt troubled not because of it. Four rakaat duha prayers he did solemnly, his prayers decorated with remembrance mention the asthma of God. Rio cried his prayer to his Lord asking for calm over his heartbreak, he prayed that all the people he loved in the protection of God . After that he read al-kahfi with a tartil. Rio who won the qori champion as a child has a voice so beautiful, he read Al Kahfi's letter until it was finished before the sublime.
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Semarang, Juma’t February 2019 09.00
At nine o'clock the event begins, guests sit on a large, luxurious tapestry in golden red. Bagas' troupe came shortly. Ms. Sriyantika greeted them kindly. Mila and Bu Hasiah, his amu accompanying Bagas who looks dashing wearing a peci with a matching silver wedding suit to blue looks casual. The bridal party behind him carries various beautiful and luxurious offerings.
Bu Sriyantika invited Bagas to sit on the stage of the ijab table, there was already a penghulu and pakde No waiting. Bu Sriyantika asked Pakde No to be Rara's guardian, Mila and her amak sit behind Bagas. Soon Rara came down from the stairs accompanied by Tia next to her, and mbok Sum behind her. His face was embarrassed. Miss Sriyantika picked her up at the end of the stairs she took Rara to her left. Tia and her mamih delivered her to sit next to Bagas. Bagas who had not let go of his eyes on Rara was fascinated by her beauty. He admired one of the Khalik's creations.
After Rara sat down, she turned her head towards Bagas welcoming Bagas with her sweet smile, at her handsome future husband, then her face bowed in shame. Bu Sriyantika pointed Bagas and Rara with an elegant hood.
‘Bismillah’ muttered Rara deg degan.
“How ready?” ask pengghulu sir to Bagas.
“Insya Alloh ready.” His word.
“Kalo as soon as we directly start the show.”
Rara's heart was so pounding\-thump, her face kept looking down, several times she said basmalah. His eyes were fixed on his fingers decorated with silver white hena so luxurious. Suddenly his attention was distracted by the screams of a woman.
“ABAAANG!!!” yelled a woman who wore an elegant red shirt dress, her hair decomposed reddish black, attached to famous brand sunglasses. She is beautiful like an artist, her mouth is decorated with red lipstick. Rara looked towards the woman who was walking quickly towards her.
“WHAT IS THIS?” shouted again. He quickly went up to the ijab stage, and he quickly pulled the hood of Bagas and Rara's contract hard until the veil and piara that Rara was wearing also came off.
“Auwww!” rara said in pain. Tia who saw this incident did not immediately shut up, she immediately stood up and pushed the woman. The woman was frontal a few steps back, she tried hard to control her body to be able to stand perfectly again.
“YOU HAVE LOST YOUR MIND BANG!!! I AM YOUR WIFE.” cried again loudly, hearing the words of the woman Rara was shocked immediately stood up, seemed to believe hoping to hear wrong.
His heart was filled with anxiety, he was like having a bad dream. Rara is trying to control herself, she is still positive thingking there may be a misunderstanding with this. In the condition of thousands of jitters, he was still trying to calm down, trying to control himself. He looked around, the guests standing they were whispering to each other. Diliatnya ma Sriyantika stood up to him with a panicked face. Rara looked at Mila and Bu Hasiah, at the look on their faces which turned into panic. Then looking towards Bagas, who was looking down while holding his forehead could not see his expression. The woman in red returned quickly to Rara, and lashed Rara's hand.
“STOP LOE CRAZY YES??” Shouted Tia, Bagas suddenly stood to see his future wife was hurt. He grabbed the woman and pushed her back, until she staggered down towards Mila and her rampage Bagas.
“Ranti STOOOPPP!”shout Bagas.
“Bagging your heart! You want to marry him?” she shouted while trying to stand up.
“This isn't what you want Ranti?” shouts Bagas with a loud voice. Rara was astonished to hear Bagas' words making her tears break, Bu Sriyantika hugged her earlier.
“MAU WHAT!? I didn't think you'd do anything this bad, this is your reply to what I did?!”
“Hey, that's enough! I never once forced you to marry me!” his objection.
“You think our wedding happened because I wanted to? If you don't want to marry me why are you there to massage me!?” the woman shouted back.
“I'll divorce you Ranti!” snapped again.
“Tak is that easy bang! After what my son gave you, it's not that easy to take it off!”
The dialogue of the couple only hurt Rara. He closed his eyes several times wishing for all this to be a dream, and wanted to wake up from his nightmare. Rara felt not strong, her tears that flowed profusely could not stand her pendam. Plus she felt very embarrassed by the guests who witnessed all this, even more so her heart was so sick to accept the fact that the man she was proud of, who she hoped to be a protector now backfired on her wedding day. His heart crumbled his chest felt as tight as hundreds of daggers stuck in his body, his body limp, as hard as he could stand, he was about to come out running down from the stage.
“Rara .... Rara.” call bu Sriyantika and Tia. Bagas quickly caught up with him, holding his hand.
“Rara dengerin brother first, brother will clear everything, please do not go.” persuade Bagas.
“REMOVE!!” rara shouted trying to release the clutches of Bagas, but Rara's energy was only the energy of the women he was unable to release the grip of the strong Bagas. Until a fist violently landed on his face Bagas. Bagas bounced off his grip, he was shocked to find Tia punching him.
“REGARD RARA!” he shouted at Bagas. “Loe is crazy! Do you realize what you are doing? Loe has hurt him!”
Rara who was detached from the clutches of Bagas immediately ran out quickly with bare feet. Arriving in front of Sriyant's house when he thought hard, there was no way he could run continuously, surely Bagas quickly caught up with him. He does not want Bagas to find it, lined parking guest car makes Rara think want to hide in the guest car. Rara looked down one by one checking the car door hoping to find an unlocked car.
“Rara, Rara!”
People started to go out looking for him. Rara gets cornered, until she finds a red car at the end of the road unlocked and successfully opened. He quickly went in and hid under the backseat. Rara who was crying shut her mouth hoping not to make a noise and not attract the attention of those who were looking for her. Every now and then she sighed wiping away her tears, bracing herself but her heart was too broken, fragile, making her tears continue to flow profusely. He could only cry while closing his mouth, hurting.
There was the sound of Bagas, Pakde No, Tia, followed by some people looking for him through the car of his hiding place. Rara cried and stayed silent in the car, wanting immediately the atmosphere quickly calmed down, and this bitter incident quickly passed.
Half an hour later, Rara hid in the car, until the owner got into the car and started to stop the car. He was shocked when he looked back at the jog to find the bride.
“Sttt ..mas, please don't tell anyone I'm here!” pinta Rara with a raucous voice, the man silently looked at Rara. He felt pity and fulfilled Rara's request. The man behaved like there was nothing, while on the streets the people were mostly CV staff. Zoe, there's still pacing around looking for Rara. The Honda jazz car drove out Kencana Resident housing.
“Mbak is already outside perum, where are you going?” ask the man while offering Rara a tissue.
“Ma-ka-sih” said Rara stamped. “Please find me masjid mas.”
“Mbak now sits down.” Rara got up and followed the man's words. His tears still occasionally flowed, he recalls all the way. The man drives a car looking for the mosque, occasionally looking back to check on Rara. At Rara's sight, his eyes were still empty, only his mouth moved to mention the names of God.
“Mbak has arrived at Agung mosque.”
Rara looked out the car window, saw the magnificent mosque of the Great Mosque located on the Gajah Semarang Highway.
“Please yes mas, May Allah repay the kindness mas.” Rara raucous.
“Shortly!” Rara who was about to open the car door hinges stopped scaring the man. “Mbak don't bring anything, how will mbak go home?” Rara silently heard the man's question.
“Kalo mbak want to calm down here please, I know you sodara her Tia, I Wildan her friend Tia. How about I call Tia to pick you up here, I will give you two hours to calm down, while I wait for the dhuhur time, after that I will tell Tia if you are here, then, how?”
Rara nodded in agreement to Wildan's offer. Wildan took off his suit and handed it to Rara.
“Pake this, your clothes are too attention-grabbing, I'm afraid thought I brought the bride escape.”
“Still.” said Rara.
Rara immediately took the black suit from Wildan's hand and put it on and got off Wildan's car, then entered the Great Mosque. He looked around the mosque that was so spacious and majestic, he tidied a few strands of messy hair in front of his face. Rara walks into the ablution, after which she enters the mosque foyer, and she wears her mukenya. The large clock shows almost eleven. He intended his prayer for the four rakaats, to complain of seeking tranquility in his Creator.
