Love Me Because of God
Answer from God
While working at a well-known company, Irwan recalled how much God has given ease. While drinking a cup of tea and a pack of Irwan Bread reviewed the story of his past. I have many brothers although not a close family will but his mother died when he was a child, when2 is not right for a child to just carve a sweet smile of a mother, a mother, and a mother, who was not, sculpt the gentle face of the Mother and remember the tone of love from every broken expression of a mother's affection for her child, because her mother died when she was 2 years old.
Remembering this makes Irwan pensive. He also offered prayers to the Lord, “Yes Rabb, Forgive the sins of the mother of the servant and also the servant, O God of each breath… As long as my life was still there I stopped praying for my mother, O Allah. In her wish she revealed a word, Ma'am.. Your son has been successful, this is all thanks to your prayers and father.. Thanks though.
I was educated rather harshly from a well-fitting family, but it was better than being from a family but the parents did not care and did not educate properly.. After all, now we can learn from the hard attitude of parents, which is so that we as children can continue to survive in life and must be disciplined, because when we become parents, because when we become parents, we are not strangers to domestic life. Discipline in teaching something to our own children later..
I used to be a lazy child but because of God's help and His love, I could change.. There was a funny thing that happened during my Junior High exam. Mmmh.. My Math UAN score is 8 !! Imagine how much I didn't believe but that's the reality.. I am among those who do not understand about math lessons but I believe about the miracle of prayer let alone learning after night prayer. But that feeling reemerged.., fear did not reach the next level. And it's true that during the exam, I didn't know anything about math. Because this lesson is what determines the step to the ladder of success that I have not been able to achieve..
At 9 am, my sweat was pouring out. Everything I thought about that night was gone somewhere.. Hufft. but I gave it all to God, Bismillah.., then I filled the answer sheet, and somehow I also copied the answer I wrote on a piece of paper.. Maybe someday it will be useful.
An hour and a half later the exam was over, I was limp and helpless. About a month later, the time for the announcement came. I always carry the key to the answer Mtk when UAN filled for what.. Then I waited outside the officer's house to deliver the graduation envelope. But no one crossed my house. A million feelings raged between failure or success. Between shame and worry. All mixed into one. But when I couldn't face the day, the postman finally arrived to deliver the white envelope to the house. I see the value listed…
Subhanallah
The value of MTK 8? while other standard values, can not help the MTK clo down. Finally I bowed in gratitude because the results I received were beyond estimate.. Because I might not graduate but the truth is? Since then I have continued to diligently learn to catch up and graduate High School with satisfactory results. After graduating from school, news came to me.. My father had an accident at work and was taken to the hospital. I just went there and it turned out that was the last second of my time with Dad. 2 Grief in different timescales.. Before Dying Dad had time to intend that I continue to work hard because life is hard, and also apologize for the hard nature that has been shown by Dad because it was for my sake as well.. That's what made me finally realize that Dad educated me with discipline so that I could live my life strong.
“Wan, I want to meet your mother.. I've missed” said my father while holding back pain but finally continue his words “forgive Mr. Ya Wan.” finally my father left this mortal world, this mortal world, I could not hold back the tears that entered the chest but I strengthened my resolve so that I still remember my father's message to continue to live strong. I just pray that the two of them meet again in nature there. Because the tears are not able to bring them back here, only prayer that I can make the presence of God so that the three of us meet again there.. In one family.
I try to stay strong while arranging a heart that has been partially damaged, because there is no place to cover the door of the heart. Maybe one day there is someone who can patch and repair this damaged heart. Although Dad did not mention in his will but a few months before he died Dad kind of hoped to be buried next to Mother's tomb so I consulted with my brother who was in Kalimantan. My brother finally came after being contacted with great difficulty, because he lived with his wife in Borneo. While others have migrated to remote places so it is difficult to contact. My brother in Borneo offered me a job there so I could be successful but I refused, gently.
“Sorry, I don't want to trouble you. Let me try to be alone and try to be independent.. Maybe by selling motor can cover my needs bang.”
“Gak can't do it wan, kmu udh so the dependents brother. But klo kmu insisted stick to your will brother can not force. But you have to promise me one thing: you have to accept money from your brother. Do not sell the motor, you know the motorbike is so valuable for you !!”
With a heavy heart I finally accepted my brother's offer, and he left my father's house to me.
“If you need apa” please call brother, brother would help.. Please take care of the house relics of Mr. ya wan, Abang can not lama” because you have to return to Kalimantan.”
“God willing I will take care of this house as well as” bang. Legacy one”nya Father that I will take good care of.”.
Finally my brother went to Kalimantan, until I lived alone in lonely company. The money deposited by my brother I made capital for the needs of life and to find work. Because I don't want to trouble him and his family in Kalimantan, I don't want to be a bitch in the middle” of my brother's family, that's my principle..
The next day, I started looking for a good job. A stack of photocopied diplomas and other fittings filled almost part of my bag. Not feeling almost noon, I pray dzuhur pitting to God to be given a way to find work. Dhuha prayer prayer was finally I read so that God allows my prayer..
O Lord, open the door of sustenance for the servant. When you are far away. When it is in the sky, lower it. If it is long, then hurry up, O Allah.. Amynine
One day two days three days to a month no phone came into the house. I stared at the phone like a glittering gold, but the result was nil. I saw a new wall date on Tuesday, while the application envelope was only one.
“Waduh, application to stay one. Which company is better to put? there is no expertise!! just reckless capital.” does not feel my mind roared But I try to remain optimistic, I remember the saying “BIARLAH TIME BRING DESTINY” - let God set everything - I walk this road, capitalize bags, time BRING DESTINY<TAG1>, one application to urban in Jakarta's elite area. I tried to route one building to another but nothing suited my skills because they needed a bachelor's degree, a minimum of a diploma. Finally there was one incident that could change everything, when I came out of the building there was a bag of a father who shouted copetone. Of course the pickpocket who accidentally approached me was directly hit right in the face. Only then did the building security gang up blindly. Luckily the copet wasn't dead, because there were cops on patrol there. I returned a rather heavy bag towards the pickled Father earlier
“Pak, here's his bag” I said with a smile
“Still deck, oh yes this is a little money from the father to adek. Maybe if there is no adek all the contents of the bag is lost because there is innumerable money.” said the Father explained
“Oh, don't thank you sir. I do not want to ask for rewards or so on, but if you please I only ask for your prayers to be accepted for work sir.”
“Loh adek not working yet? How about the work adek in the company of the Father alone, happened to be there again need employees trust.”
I did not expect that the sustenance came unexpectedly, but I doubt that I am able to carry this trust?
“But sir I have no experience yet, I just graduated school sir.”
“So papa dek, there will be a trainer who teaches you in working. If your work is good, I will make you an employee. But I'm sure you're worth it.” Clearly convincing
But that's the story of the past, do not feel the time continues to roll quickly. It is time to look to the future with confidence, looking for a companion to live to sail the ark that never sank. Office work is done, tea and bread to prop up the stomach are up. It's time to go home and hand over the files to Mr. Andi, a kind-hearted father I helped and gave me a job. He was considered my own father because of his generosity.
At home I go to sleep, even though tomorrow is off. The eyes are not strong to continue to see the world, want to feel like wading through the sea of dreams and looking for a million meanings of life. But not long ago I fell asleep I even imagined the face of my best friend named Nissa. My heart fidgets erratically even though I keep trying to sleep, but the face of my Junior High friend reappears. What does all this mean? Immediately I woke up and tried to see the clock, it was already 2 pm. I was honoring God with night prayers. May I be given a clue to the meaning of the dream. After finishing my degree I fell asleep, now I even dream about a man” and a woman who is holding paper, whether paper what it is. they are in a vast and beautiful meadow. But the dream disappeared and I slept until almost out of dawn. The morning of that cloudy week I tried to ask a neighbor who happened to be quite capable of interpreting dreams, his name was Mr. Ridwan. I also asked about someone who was in a vast and beautiful meadow, then answered by Mr. Ridwan.
“Wah, it turns out that's the answer for you wan. That you have time to get married, the meaning of broad and beautiful grass means your soul mate will soon arrive”, said Mr. Ridwan explained with a fluffy smile
I who heard can only be dumbfounded, trying to understand the meaning of all this, also about dreaming of the face of my Junior High School friend. But I stopped asking Mr. Ridwan, let me find the meaning myself. I also thanked Mr. Ridwan and said goodbye to meet a friend.
“Ya is safe looking for a soul mate yes wan” said Mr. Ridwan sumringah interspersed with laughter
I heard only a wry smile. Mr. Ridwan, you can embarrass people. I also stopped from my neighbor's house, afraid of the parade running out. I went to the house first looking for my butut bike, there is a history of its own with the bike. Strange it feels if I buy a new bike because I love the bike, I was sick when Junior High also because of” the bike.
Because dropping off the best friend I even dreamed of was his face.. In a hurry I went to Nissa's house, maybe she was the God-appointed woman to find me a mate. Indeed, he once said at Junior High that in the Rimlah Mosque near his home there is a study that is also God willing, bring together the Brotherhood to bertaaruf, and immediately married. Nissa said that many members of the study were married, even after having children often come to the mosque to teach and help fund the mosque. Although the mosque already has a business in quotation marks, because in addition to the mosque, there is a cheap Sembako stall that benefits the operation of the mosque and also equipped an Islamic library and other businesses, so it does not have to go through citizen donations to fund operations. But whose name is someone who has been in love with the Rimlah mosque, there are those who are willing to invest their property for the mosque's struggle.
Finally I arrived at Nissa's place, he happened to teach private, coincidentally also SMP tutoring questions for UAN as an addition. Because I met you on the table there was a piece of exam replay the same year as my exam time, because Mathematics again…
“Assalamu’alaikum.” I said to Nissa
“Waalaikum greetings, eh Irwan enter” he said with a smile
“I'm bothering Nis?” Much
“No, this happens to be anak” already finished”
just now Nissa finished talking, a group of children” farewell to us both.
“There's what nie Wan, tumben here” said Nissa, again” with a smile
“Aduh, gmna say... look at it... you used to say that in the study here there is taaruf jg ya?” say I'm shy” (or shy shy shy ? )
“Oh.. I understand. udh do not extend later you are embarrassed again”
“Ah..you do know the feelings of org Nis.” I said continue,
but the one who was invited to talk even smiled alone, I don't know what this friend of mine is thinking. While in my mind that just married, continuing life. Maybe God predestined through this friend of mine that my soul mate was near…
“Ya udh Mas Irwan enter first, want to drink what ?”
Glekh.. why is there embel” mas ya ?. I think wonder
“Oh. no papa Nis, later ngerepotin”.
“Nerepotin koq, just don't ask for more empty rice” Nissa said with a laugh
again” my mind's turn is not because.what.. Nissa.. ??… mmh. Why is my mind like this…
Finally I said, “You mean I can't eat that ? hha. okelah klo so” I said with a smile
“No koq still no side dish klo mas want to eat” said Nissa offers
“Yes done, klo host forced”
“Not his usual guest for food?” He said while laughing
“That's a guest who doesn't know himself. hhe” I said explaining.
Finally we both ate, it happened that his parents knew and knew me. But his father was gone.. After Nissa told me about ustadz who received taaruf and god willing will be conveyed to ustadz everything about me. then I asked myself.
“Thank you Nis, I really want to find a mate who is directly married. Maybe indeed in the mosque later mate”
“Amiin, god willing can be a soul mate who understands Mas Irwan and good pekertinya. insya allah” He said steady.
Lagi” said it made my feelings jumbled…
“Yes Allah grant my prayers and this friend of mine Rabb.” I said to heart
I finally got laid..
Kira” a week later called by Nissa
“Mas, tomorrow come to Rimlah Mosque yes, someone wants to share with you, but mas do not be surprised ya ?”
“What does Nis mean, Koq pke show shocked everything ?”
“Mhh, look at it later. But later the choice is in the hands of the mas, easily fit the criteria Mas..
“Lho, koq your voice like you're daydreaming ? You don't hurt, do you?”
“Ohh, gag mas I'm healthy aja koq”
“Yes already, tomorrow God willing I come”
After that, I just closed the phone, a lot of things were on my mind, the first word was shocked. The second voice Nissa why daydream ?
“Arghh... Why am I thinking, what does it mean ?” I said bangut
The next day, on the exact day H and the appointed hour. Irwan came to the mosque and found ustadz Faqih
“Assalamu’alaikum Pak Ustadz”
“Waalaikum greetings, Ohh you must be Irwan right what is meant by Nissa?” Ask the Ustadz
“True ustadz, my arrival here for taaruf”
“Hmm.. Before you meet your future taaruf, there is one thing you want ustadz to say about the candidate who will be introduced to you. that is, he knows you very well, even if only 3 years”
“I mean ustadz, that woman is the woman I know ?”
“Yeah, that's what the candidate said taarufmu.., wait a minute will ustadz call”
Irwan closed his eyes, contemplating every word he said. 3 years ? Did Nissa pick a schoolmate first ? Again the thought only added to his own confusion..
Irwan saw ustadz go to a mosque room and bring a woman I do not know because he lowered his face, but that did not stop my sense of tauku because next to the woman was Mr. Rosyid, who was a woman, none other than Nissa's father !!
“Forward by Irwan” said Mr. Rosyid
“Pa.. morning Pak” I said with bricks.
“Nah son Irwan, surely you are confused by what happened today.just like I was initially confused because my daughter is nyerocos _” Said Mr. Rosyid but stopped by Nissa.
“Papa !!!” Nissa said somewhat embarrassedly
“Hahaha.. That's how, son Irwan ? Is there anything you want to say ?”
“Actually a lot Sir, but can I talk to Nissa outside Pak ?”
“How Nis, son Irwan wants to talk to you” Mr. Rosyid said to Nissa, Nissa only nodded after being allowed by her father. We walked out of the mosque with a thousand languages still and stopped on a bench covered with yellow roses..
“Do you do all this because you were forced to ?” I said softly
“Means Mas Irwan?”
“Hufft.. I mean is it because there is no prospective taaruf there so you are the one who sacrificed ??. Nis, I'd rather not get married than see you suffer for the sake of fulfilling a promise..”.
“Mas, I gag feel that way. I also did this not because forced_”
“But I heard you talking dreamily!! does that not prove that you have to do it ?”
“Definitely on call right ? Mas... I daydreamed at that time because I was afraid of being rejected, I was afraid you gag like me” said Nissa stammered while looking down and crying. After hearing this, Irwan finally held Nissa's chin gently and raised it to be able to see Nissa's face, but only tears were obtained so that her heart slipped, rubbed the tears with affection because he knew he had fallen in love…
“Nis, forgive Mas ya?, Mas Irwan did not mean to make you sad.. But Mas does not want someday there will be someone who is disappointed if starting everything from the lie”
“But_” Nissa wanted to argue but was stopped by Irwan
“Yes, Mas Irwan knows that everything you say is honesty. All of that is clearly in your eyes Nis. Maybe just this time I felt the beauty of being loved, as you know that my mother died when I was a child. So that I do not understand anything about the beauty of affection.” He said while looking deep into the depths of his heart.
“Mas, maybe my love is not as big as your mother's love, but I promise to give the rest of my life so that Mas can be happy” said Nissa with determination
“I'm afraid that a promise will be a burden to you.. Let time carry its destiny” I said with a smile
“You said right Mas, maybe we can try but God is the determinant of everything” Nissa said
“Oh yes Nis before we go into meeting your father and Ustadz Faqih, there is one thing I want to ask you…. Actually since when do you feel it?”
“Taste what Mas ?”
“Things I feel..”.
“Ohh, if it's since we went to school, when Mas drove me home with the motorbike” said Nissa while pointing at the motorbike parked on the terrace of the Mosque.”
“I still don't understand why just because I drove you home then you love me..” I said astonished but finally added.
“I'm still curious about your story, we better get into yuk, the others are waiting. The problem about our motor is pending after marriage, I'm still curious Nis”
“Later you will also tau” Sahut Nissa while laughing cheerfully
The two of them ended up walking in shame, unlike a few minutes ago in a tense atmosphere. Even when it seems to talk is important rather than waiting for the mountain to erupt, maybe that's the beauty of love.. SHAME IS A BLANKET OF LOVE, JEALOUSY IS ITS JEWELRY.AS long as it is not blind jealousy and shame.. Meanwhile in the mosque Mr. Rosyid chatted with ustadz Faqih,
“Why are they so long ago ustadz ? Is there a problem with both of them?”
“Wallahu a’lam, if they are already a match will definitely unite Mr. Rosyid.. Just pray” Pinta Sang Ustadz wise
“Amiin.”
Finally Irwan and Nissa arrived at the mosque room to meet ustadz and Mr. Rosyid. Irwan just wanted to say something but was asked by Mr. Rosyid
“How to Nak Irwan ? I saw you a long time ago outside. Is there a problem ?”
“No sir, Thank God everything is fine, there are only a few things I talked about with Nissa Pak.”
“Alright then, I bless you both to get married. But before that it's good for you to know in advance the disadvantages and advantages of each” so that there is no disappointment later.. Correct Ustadz?” Said Mr. Rosyid Ustadz
“That's fine sir, indeed that's what you two should do in order to wade through the household no tempest hit.Your shortcomings are like a broken Ark, and your excess is the filler. Your shortcomings Irwan can be covered by Nissa's excess. While the lack of Nissa can be covered by your advantages. Direct the household ark by patching the damaged part of course with their respective advantages, so that the Ark is safe until the destination. You both know the final destination of the ark”
“Surga ustadz” We both talk in unison
“Yes, you're right. May this meeting of yours be blessed by God.. In this taaruf x event you should know each other personally each”.this is what distinguishes courtship, Ta’aruf like a cover of 2 strap fastener broken. The first rope is solitude, while the second is marriage.. The key to binding the cover is your honesty, trust and sincerity in living life. While courtship is like the cover of a fastener or breaker 1 rope is connected, if the lack of a partner is open during courtship then he becomes a breaker to the wedding rope, while he can also be a fastener if based on trust and honesty.. That's what distinguishes the two. Over time, courtship will dismantle the shortcomings of each”. While ta’aruf is to know the shortcomings of each” and try to find a way out of those shortcomings. Ask your family, friends and neighbors about your respective person”. It is not a disgrace that will harm you, for you have begun all this with honesty and sincerity. Family, friends and neighbors are a reflection of yourself, what you see in the mirror is the same as ours. Hopefully with ustadz explanation you can live all this with sincere intentions. May in this meeting and as you go to the door of marriage be created sakinah mawaddah and warahmah from Him. Sakinah is the foundation of a very important household building. Without it, there is no mawaddah and warahmah. If there is, it will not last long. The sakinah includes honesty, the foundation of faith and fear of Allah SWT. Why is love so important in marriage? As you know that marriage is not only a sacred bond in the world, but the bond will be accounted for also in the hereafter. The second is mawaddah. Mawaddah is love. Every creature of God should be given this nature, from animals to humans. In the context of marriage, the example of mawaddah is in the form of “ksurutan” husband for his wife, and vice versa. For example, one time the husband woke up early, cleaned the house, prepared breakfast for his children. And when the wife wakes up, it is a great surprise, there are tips for you. make a surprise schedule so that the household will be sweeter, more beautiful, even in the midst of an economic crisis. The last word is Warahmah. This relationship has to do with obligation. The duty of a husband is to provide for his wife and children, to educate, and to set a good example. A wife's obligation to obey her husband. The point of this warahmah is related to all obligations and you will be poured out of grace (Arrahman Arrahim ) by Allah in the household later and always remember your Guide book, the Quran.. Like a motor that also needs a guide book (use manual book ). You also need the Quran to serve your soul to remain calm and steadfast in living life.” Ustadz Faqih closed the conversation
Both of us and Mr. Rosyid were satisfied with the word” Ustadz. I want the heart to cry, may Allah bless him with Arrahman and His Arrahim, may our meeting all be diridhoi by Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta’ala.
Amyn…
After Ustadz Faqih gave us encouragement, then start to the core of ta’aruf. Ustadz Faqih said to us.
“Well, now just have to ask your closest friends about your respective person”. Have you created a list of names that you will exchange with each other ?” Ask the Ustadz
“Ustadz” Said the two of us while taking out a piece of paper containing a list of friends.
We exchanged the papers, but after I saw Nissa's list of names, I said to Nissa..
“This is right your best friend list Nis ? This way I can be presumed to be a resident census man.” I said while glaring at the list of names that look like grocery receipts because of the many friends listed there..
“Xixixi, did you ever tell Mas if do something not half” later the result will be half” so I make a list as much as that.”
I just hear you smile, it's true what Nissa did.. LOVE IS SACRIFICE, THERE IS NO LOVE WITHOUT A SINGLE SACRIFICE. – sacrifice time and energy for something we will quote the result -.
“You are right Nis, after all this is also a form of our sacrifice to knit the eternal rope” I also asked Ustadz Fadih about the time it takes to review the opinion of friends.
“If you guys could maybe better one week from now.” Ustadz Pinta
“God willing, we can Ustadz.” said we both in unison
“Alright then, in another week kta will talk about your ta’aruf results and the solution if there is a problem.. Then we discussed marriage. Mhhh.before closing ta’aruf this, let us pray that what we do today is diridhoi by God. O God, you know that this heart of” has gathered in love with You, has met in obedience to You, has united in preaching to You, has been integrated in defending Your Shari'a. Strengthen Allah the bond. Keep love. Show me his way”. Fill the heart of this” with Nur CahayaMu that never fades. Loose our bosom” with an abundance of faith in You. Turn on our hearts with ma’rifat in You. Shut us down in your way. Verily, You are as good as a helper, O Allah. Deliver prosperity, O Allah to our lord Muhammad, his family and friends and bestow upon them salvation
“Amiiin”
Finally I say goodbye to Ustadz, Nissa and Mr. Rosyid, but only then I want to step in turns the Voice of Adhan reverberated, the voice of God's call. So we also prayed together with the locals with Ustadz Faqih. Only then did I leave but this leg did not step up. Like something was lacking, It turns out true, I forgot to ask for Nissa's number, Hp, because I usually call straight home if there's anything..
“Oh yes Nis, please send your no hp yes. so that later we can discuss about dowry and so on”
“Oh yes Mas, aq misscall yes.” says Nissa
“Beres, I'm fine with Nis. Easy”an list of names you give can I find the address. I gag want to be ayu ting ting hard to find address.. hhe”.
“xixixi, that address is correct loh. if gag really try aja Mas ask the ojek” handyman
“hha, can you make a joke. Yes, the target will be a week not reached again if the conversation continues, I say yes Nis.. Assalamu’alaikum”
“Waalaikum salam”
Two days until finally a week later my mission was to record people.I mean asking about the nature of the inside about Nissa. It turns out that it is good, almost near perfect (not perfect, because perfection only belongs to GOD) according to my judgment.
Rabb, thank you for setting me up with him, Your servant will be with all your might to guard the future angel whom you have sent down, Lord. Make him an angel of the servant in this world and the Hereafter and unite us in your Surga with the family of the servant of Allah..
Amynine
I'm trying to send a message to Nissa if she's done. Then answer :
Thank God everything is smooth, you are also Mas?
then I reply :
Thank God, oh yes my brother has come from Kalimantan, he will be a witness to our marriage. Mhh.. Nis later after kta finished meeting at the mosque to talk about ta’aruf us to the grave of my father?, to ask for the blessing of my parents. If my mother is still alive, surely she is happy to meet you Nis Ya mas, I would like to talk about it. indeed ridho parents are ridho God mas.
Finally I close the message, with a strand of kata” for Nissa :
Nis I have a poem, called poem of heaven, read yes:
My love will never be swallowed up by time
My love is as much as the grains of sand in the Sahara desert
As many stars as the night comes
As much as a breath that echoes
As long as life is in the chest
I will worship you until the end of time
As long as this heart keeps beating
even though my eyes will not see
I will be faithful to you
Living life for you
Just with you..
then I waited for a reply from Nissa, but it was not reciprocated jga, I then texted :
Nis, koq not reciprocated? sms is ugly, right?
also by Nissa:
Good Mas, only I cried reading it, so I didn't have time to reply T-T.
then reply:
Thank goodness then, btw I close first huh ? I went straight to the Rimlah Mosque
then reply:
Yes, I've been here Mas, waiting every second. btw thanks smsnya 🙂.
then I closed the sms, riding the bike down the Sudirman road, seemed to be in the GP moto event, for some reason..
Maybe it's because the heart is pounding waiting for everything to be done…
Finally I arrived at the Mosque and met Ustadz Faqih, Mr. Rosyid, and Nissa. The conversation about ta’aruf takes place quickly and there is no problem because the word Ustadz our nature is not much different, only now talking about the concept of marriage, the concept of marriage, I told ustadz and Nissa's father that my brother had come from Borneo and was ready to bear witness. Then the customary problem, I am the original Jakarta ready to bring Crocodile Roti and the problem of bringing”an will be handed over by my Brother. Then turning to the dowry problem, Ustadz spoke first.
“Ustadz only says about dowry, it must be with the willingness of both of you. As in the Quran :
“Give them dowries with sincerity. But if they are willing to give some of the dowry, then take it in a halal and good way.” (QS An Nisa’ verse 4)
from Aisha how the prophet said :”indeed the greatest marriage is the lightest cost” (HR ahmad).
That is the basis of Mahar, actually many hadiths related to dowry. What about you two determining the dowry?
“If I am all handed over to Mas Irwan Ustadz, whatever the dowry is from blessing. For me ustadz blessing is more important than expensive dowry but not blessing.” said Nissa wise assented Mr. Rosyid
“Well you guys later talk about Mahar, Alright maybe until here first the talk. If there is anything” we will talk about later Insya Allah” said the Ustadz closed the conversation
My heart and Nissa's heart are relieved to hear that there is a Ustadz who is ready to help, we just talked about Mahar at Mr. Rosyid's house. There I talked about the dowry that I intend to buy a few grams and it turns out that Alhamdulillah they agree with the dowry I intend to buy.. So there's a problem after marriage whether Nissa wants to occupy my parents' house
“Nis, do you want to stay at my parents' house after we get married?” much
“I don't mind Nis, it's up to you how good it is. Oh yeah I want to buy a little lick first.. You come with me yes to let go with your fingers” I said explaining
“Ya, when I do not come. later given the ring bracelet again” he said cheerfully.
Nissa and I finally went to buy a ring. And the ring I picked was right on his finger.. Alhamdulillah, After that I prepared luggage to be taken to the house of Nissa with my brother, do not forget to order Crocodile Bread with his children.
Oh yes I forgot to call Nissa to my parents' grave, I forgot when ta’aruf was about to take it, Rabb forgive the negligence of the servant. Remind your servant with Your Light, O Most Remembrant..
I called and took Nissa to my parents' grave, buying flowers to sow on their graves. Once there I sprinkle a bouquet of flowers for my beloved mother and father, may they celebrate my marriage to Nissa
“Bu, I ask ridho from mother.maybe if mother is still alive mother is happy to have a daughter-in-law Nissa bu, her kindness is just like your kindness..” I said as I stroked the tombstone Mother and Mr. Nissa also said the same to the grave of my parents…
Finally we went home, it was a relief after visiting the graves of parents,. Because ridho's parents and ridhonya God.
About 2 months later we also held a marriage contract, my brother became a witness, Nissa's father became a guardian and Nissa's friend was a witness. I said Ijab qobul smoothly alhamdulillah.a week later just held Walimatul ‘urus (wedding party) event. I ordered Nissa to also invite underprivileged citizens to attend the walimah event, it was the sunnah of the apostle I was eager to run.
As in the hadith : The Prophet of Allah shallallaahu ‘alaihi wa sallam warned those who hold walimah not only to invite the rich, but also to be invited by the poor. Because the food served to the rich is just a bad dish. Alhadits Rasulullah shallallaahu ‘alaihi wa sallam said:
“Host a walimah even if only by slaughtering a goat”
Rasulullah shallallaahu ‘alaihi wa sallam said:
“If one of you is invited to attend a walimah event, then come!”
The words of Maher zain-hadith of the prophet were spoken to both of us :
“May Allah bless you and bless your marriage, and may Allah unite you both in kindness-Barakallahulaka Westaraka ‘Alayka Wa jama’ah baynakuma fii khoir”
Congenital parcels and so on and crocodile bread I ordered with my brother came to the Nissa residence. I was rewarded with a small crocodile grandson, said the maker of the gift hopefully later gave birth to many grandchildren…
It turns out that Nissa's brother is a lot, almost crumpled hands because of the many military members who came as friends of Mr. Rosyid, the legs felt cramped continue to stand greeting the person” who congratulated me and Nissa, the, friends of Junior High School and High School also Lecture friends Nissa coming to each other.. But it all finally paid off after the people” stay a little. I sat for a while unwinded with my wife..
After that was the event we both waited for, which was the honeymoon.I prepared clothes and other equipment. While Nissa also brought a copy of the clothes and so on.. We went to Puncak, he wanted to be on a bonceng with my old bike. I actually wanted to refuse because it could be dangerous to bring a motorbike but I finally obeyed his wishes.
Arriving there we met nek imah, who guarded the villa.
“Eh, neng Nissa said you got married ? This must be your husband, huh?” said Nek Imah who in his old age is still strong enough to take care of the villa
“Iya Nek Imah, this is my husband.. We intend to stay a few days here”
“Oh yes already, Grandma will go first to home. later disturb again” he said with a smile.
Nek Imah also left, now we both live in the middle of a villa surrounded by vast and beautiful grass, we walked down the path to the stairs of the Villa. The villa was quite large with a large room, after we sat in the bedroom bed I remembered the bike and asked about the beginning of the story why Nissa fell in love with me.
“Nis, I'm still wondering why you love me when I was in SMP” I said in wonder
“Alright I tell you, so at first Junior High I thought you were arrogant never say hello. But you know what Mas was at that time ? when I came home alone because Dad couldn't drive because he was busy at the office. I waited at school and the others came home. I remember that time you were still in the cafeteria and trying to get home with your bike. I'm actually jealous of you because no one's driving me. But you saw me alone there. Then you said at that time :
“Nis, you weren't escorted with your father? Let me take you home because it will soon rain.” you said .
I thought you were arrogant and finally changed your mind, you were friendly. I also said at that time
“Iya nih, not delivered Dad.. mmg you want to drive me wan ?” my many.
“Times see friends who come home alone I do not deliver, free behind there is a ride. Yes Nis, you come with me later I will take you to your house. All my friends maybe” Finally you take me, but on the road even raining.I do not wear a wet jacket. Then you offer your jacket after stopping from the bike.
“Nis, are you cold? Here you wear my jacket.” while removing the jacket and covering it to Nissa
“You don't papa pke jacket? You will be sick later.”
“Better me who is sick than you who are sick Nis.” finally raining so heavy and long distance that I love the same you, mas, you're willing to sacrifice your jacket while you're wet. From that moment on I knew that you really meant a lot to me.
That feeling only got better when you got sick after driving me, you got Typus.. I also visited you at the hospital.. I'm sorry I should have been sick, not you..
“Oh so that's the story, but since then I've become closer to you Nis. It was also my painkiller Nis” I said with a smile
“Oh yes Mas, actually I also dreamed your face a few months before you came inquiring about ta’aruf. I became convinced Mas that you are my soul mate” Nissa explained
“Lho, are you dreaming the same as me ? means..”
“Means we are paired Mas” said Nissa explained that I could only laugh followed by Nissa's laughter. I should have asked my neighbor about dreaming of Nissa's face. But for me the same, the path of destiny also brought me to meet him..
last part five– end
We both then fell silent, do not know what to do. Outside the sound of birds chirping to split breadfruit.. This is not a good time to be in the room, especially when the air is cold.
“Nis, we're out. It seems like it's still too early. I want to know more about the place around here”, I said
“You don't want to eat dlu Mas ? Later let Nissa make..” the door offers
“Indeed you want to cook what Nis?”
“Emmh, How about meatballs ? coincidence in the refrigerator there.”
“Mhh.. Can also, fit to reduce the cold here”
“If drink it Mas want what ”
“Jahe warm if there is, Want me to help cook not Nis ?”
“Do not let me just, Mas just wait at the cottage near the pool. Let me take you.”
“Alright then, I came out first ya Nis”
“Ya, Careful mas”
“Oke” sahutku
I also came out of the room and headed to the cottage next to the pool, there was already covered with mats and pillows, sisi”nya made of strong teak wood.. in the corner of the cottage there is a guitar .
“Wah, there happens to be a guitar.. How about I make a liquid atmosphere ? sing a couple of song stanzas for my beloved wife ?” thought
then I tried to test the guitar, trying to find a good melody..
I set the guitar strings, after feeling fit I was leaning on the pillow..
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Nissa was boiling meatballs, occasionally looking into the kitchen window that led to the terrace while looking at the slumbering Mas Irwan..
“Yes Lord, thank you for granting my prayer and sending someone meaningful to your servant.” Nissa said as she shed happy tears.
When Nissa was engrossed in daydreaming, it turns out in the room there was a telephone sound that immediately disperse her daydream. He ran to the room, afraid something bad might happen.. Arriving in the room, Nissa looked for the source of the sound.it turned out to come from the direction of the bag, just as she opened the bag filled with clothes.. while checking the bag and finally found his phone that had stopped ringing, there was a piece of paper that fell to the floor of the room.
“What paper is this ?” nissa said while looking at the folded paper.
and it turned out that the MTK Exam paper had its protege carried into a bag, which had been filled with answers…
“Oh, it turns out the MTK exam paper, but why can you laugh ? the feeling I've given to my private son ” said Nissa as she carried the paper to the glass drawer and put it there. Nissa goes to the dapurr to see who's calling in, but it turns out the number is in the private number so she doesn't know who's calling.
“Ah, who's calling so much,” thought Nissa was confused, but stopped her mind because her cooked meatballs were ripe
“Aduh, how does it feel ? good no hell.” said Nissa scared. Afraid if later her husband does not like, but also males tasting.. Finally without tasting first, Nissa went to the terrace
While I was asleep and dreamed of meeting a young man in white, he gave me a piece of paper. I, who didn't know what paper it was, finally called the young man
“Sorry this paper what?” ask the young man
“That's the answer to you from Lord” the young man said as he continued walking. I do not know the meaning of the young man finally called him once again but the young man has disappeared.I who watched him finally woke up from sleep while saying Istigfar..
“Astagfirullah,” I said
“you why Mas ?” ask my wife who is already in front of me
“I don't know Nis, arrived” I dreamt of meeting a young man in white”
“Oh, I guess why. if I think Mas is a good sign” said my wife wise.
“Well I hope like that” said I guaranteed
“oh yes..This is Mas breakfast..” he said rather groggy
“Thank you Nis, this breakfast will be my special breakfast because this is our first breakfast as husband and wife” I said while looking at the meatball sauce, which looks good at eating warm”
“You try dong Mas first, good what not. I'm afraid it's not good anymore.”
“Mhh.. You made this food out of your deepest heart right?”
“YA of course Mas, you are my husband.”
“Then this meatball must be delicious.”
“Lho, can koq do that ? haven't been tried.”
“That's why, everything done from the heart.whatever it is will definitely feel beautiful if done without a basis of coercion. Although later the food I eat salty will taste sweet. because you make it from the heart.”.
“I'm flattered to hear it. Yes already Mas eat it first be hunted cold”
“Alright, but you ate with me huh ?”
“I take bowl first yes Mas”
“No need to Nis, let 1 bowl only. I bribe..”
Finally we both eat meatballs, it feels good if you are married.. I remembered the saying.. A true lover is someone who can make you smile, make you laugh. The one who brings love without ever asking but sincerely gives each other for the sake of your loved ones
After we finished eating, we walked down the grass with a guitar…
“You why bring a guitar Mas ?”
“To melt the atmosphere only Nis.”
“Owhh”
“Eh Nis we go there aja yuk, the scenery is good.” I said while pointing to the meadow that downhill.there is a long bench that is enough for two people.
“Bby.”
We both joined hands, there was a sense of comfort that was very difficult to explain..
“I have a song for you. From the song bryan adams, listen yes.” I said explaining.
“Iya Mas”
“Ehhhmmm.. ” dehamku while refreshing the throat
then I plucked a guitar while singing a song to my dear wife.
To really love a woman
To understand her
You gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought
See every dream
And give her wings when she wants to fly
When you find yourself
Lying helps in her arms
You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman
You tell her that she’s really wanted
When you love a woman
You tell her that she’s the one
She needs someone
To tell her that it’s gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really
Ever really loved a woman
To really love a woman
Let her hold you
Do you know how she needs to be touched ?
You gotta breathe her
Really taste her
To you can feel her in your blood
Then when you can see your unborn children in her eyes
You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman
You tell her that she’s really wanted
When you love a woman
You tell her that she’s the one
She needs someone
To tell her that you’ll always be together
So tell me have you ever really
Ever really loved a woman
You got to give her some faith
Hold her tight
A little tenderness
You gotta treat her right
She’ll be there for you
Taking good care of you
You really gotta love your woman
When you find yourself
Lying helps in her arms
You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman
You tell her that she’s really wanted
When you love a woman
You tell her that she’s the one
She needs someone
To tell her that it’s gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really
Ever really loved a woman
Just tell me have you ever really
Ever really loved a woman
Just tell me have you ever really
Ever really loved a woman.
I coughed many times.I was tired of singing English too, but it all paid off because Nissa finally hugged me tightly “Makasih Mas song.. I like it so much.” he said smiling while glazed over
“iya Nis, mhh maybe I am not a perfect man but I have a million hopes to make my wife smile happy” said I explained Nissa did not explain with kata” but with her embrace I know that she is happy..
I just wanted to try talking but my pants felt vibrating, it turned out that there was an incoming call... “Mas, there was a phone coming in.” Nissa said to me.
“Iya Nis, I received first yes ?” I said try to explain
I took my phone out of my pants pocket, and I didn't know it was test paper I had been keeping falling into the grass, Nissa who saw the paper finally picked it up, while I was busy chatting with Mr. Rosyid who asked me if I was at home staying at the villa, then I replied that I was at home here, able to relieve stress during my time in Jakarta.. after I finished talking to Mr. Rosyid, Nissa spoke to me
“Mas, what paper is this?” nissa said as she showed me a yellowed piece of paper, after seeing the paper just remembered that I wanted to ask for the exam paper while I was at Nissa's house, is it still there now?
“Oh, that's my math answer paper Nis, by the way” you still keep the test paper mtk when we Junior High which the first time I taaruf no Nis ? I forgot to ask about the exam.I still remember the exam paper mtk it was on your home desk”.
“There is Mas inside, for a minute yes I get” said Nissa then go inside the villa
about a few minutes he finally came while carrying the exam paper..
“This is Mas, I also do not understand why the exam paper can be in my bag, even though I live at home. What happened to the test paper?” said Nissa astonished
“This has something to do with Nis' past, I'm sure that I didn't pass smp...” I said explaining
“Times anyway, I'm not sure if you don't pass Mas, instead of your score of eight huh?” ablaze
“Yes, but everything I've learned nothing goes to the brain, try to match it with your paper.”
We both looked at each other's test papers and matched each other, it was true that I didn't pass.
“It turns out all this time God has been kind to me Nis.” I said as I kept holding the paper
“Maybe it is because you prayed tahajjud Mas, and Allah heard your prayers.. You would have said that before the exam you often tahajjud Mas. This is the key to God's answer for you Mas.” said Nissa with sincerity
“Yes, you are right Nis, the Door of the Wisdom of God is always wide open for his servant who wants to know his Lord. And the dream that I've been having in this place, a meeting with a young man.. All are future events that we will pass through in this place. I told you that if I ever visited this place Nis, it turned out that it was all in my dream.. In a dream I saw a man with a woman who was holding a paper and was in a vast meadow.I just knew that it was 2 papers that we hold, this, and that grass is this place.” I said holding haru back, Nissa was also moved to hear that..
We both looked up at the sky, the clouds were moving indicating that it was raining soon.. We fell silent to enjoy every drop of rain bestowed by God, we held each other tightly.That's when I laughed, Nissa who saw me laughing alone was astonished to be made..
“You why laugh Mas ?”
“hha. I so think one thing Nis. Is the young man I met an angel mikail?” I said with a smile
“If angel Mikail is indeed why Mas ?”
“well, I just thought that the Lord sent a Michael angel to me to bring my reserves in the form of this answer paper.. as you know that the angel mikail is a divider of reserves that have been arranged per person by God. For me the provision is not only because of wealth, but health, healthy and spiritual is the most beautiful gift given by God to his servants. I became convinced that this was the most beautiful rizki for me Nis is healthy and the key to this answer, a scrap
paper that turned out to be useful to me in the end.”
“Yes Allah, thank you for sending this rizki Rabb, send my greetings to His Majesty Muhammad O Allah, along with the angels mikail, Gabriel and other angels.. Titip also greetings to the parents of the servants, Rabb, may we both meet with the parents of the servants.. Amynine
Al-Qur’an Surat Al-Baqarah verse 98 :
Whosoever is an enemy of Allah, His angels, His apostles, Gabriel and Michael, then verily Allah is an enemy of the disbelievers.
