Love Me Because of God

The Dilemma of Married Young

Breeze through the wind that night, hit every corner of my face, a sad face that was worried in the middle of the frenzy that night, I noticed some young people maybe a few years below me were busy making wedding decorations on the stage that the fathers had set up this afternoon, on the other hand, the mothers are also busy each one is cooking, some are preparing buffets, and various other activities, some small children are busy running from one place to another, he said, their cheerful faces and loose smiles are soothing to anyone who sees them.

Worrying, my heart was worried at that time, I again wondered into the depths of my heart, was I ready?, could I?, could I?, will this not be too fast at my age of 20 this year? What do people say about my wedding?, everything raging in every corner of my mind.

Tomorrow is the big event, the event that will make me immediately let go of the single, let go of the bachelor, and let go of my lonely time, well… tomorrow will be held a marriage contract that will be held in conjunction with a Thanksgiving party afterwards.

Leaving single time? Back the thought was raging in my heart, am I ready?, ready to let go of my youth, I often remembered the words of my friend to not be too hasty to get married first, I am not too much in a hurry, he said that youth was short, it would not be possible to repeat, and I had only briefly tasted it, but at that time I did not pay much heed to his words.

Free time off? Ahh... will I be so restrained when married later?, can't I gather with my friends again?, ehmm, in my bachelor years I was not so often just a get-together or an unclear stand with my colleagues, maybe because I did not have so many friends, or I did not like the activity.

“Ahh... I better go back to the room and just sleep..” mumbled, this is better to be free from these vague thoughts, as soon as I go into the room, I will go, I put my body in that soft bed, a beautiful bed that I'm probably going to have with my wife tomorrow night.

But suddenly my mind floated again, 20 years old I was married, was it not too soon?, will my future wife and I who are also 20 years old now be able to get through every storm that will come against our household?, will I and she be able to take care of our child as well as possible?, could we not depend on our parents any longer?, so many questions swirled like an old monkey in my mind, making my drowsiness disappear, I got up from the bed, too, the sound of the guitar playing, also greeted by the giggling sound of young men my age, they were none other than cousins and some friends, singing and joking, joking, I'm sure they don't feel as heavy a burden as I feel right now.

I went out and joined them, they welcomed me warmly and pleasantly, arising in my mind wanting to be like them, still single, still girl, loose and free, however, I who want this early marriage, immediately getting married is a reward especially in the material side I have had enough because at my young age, thankfully I have been blessed with a permanent job, and also my reason for getting married is well to avoid courtship, activities that contain 1001 maksiat,

“Weiii... young bride..” said one of them.

I just smiled wryly to return the call.

“Don't be too late to sleep, notar tomorrow even soy sauce, will the night will be hard work, hahahaha” chirps one of them again which is connected by other laughter

“Ah you guys could have” I replied lightly

After that we sang and joked, lost tired in my heart, but because it was not used to staying up late, my eyes were heavy too, I saw some of us had also disappeared and collided, I sit back and go back to my room.

I threw my body back into the soft bed earlier, and now in just a few seconds and a breath, I have drifted into the dream world ready to cradle my dreams.

“Assalamualaikum..” I said slowly accompanied by my parents on that hot day

“Waalaikumsalam.. log in..” replied a mother from inside there, the three of us immediately went in and sat down in the living room chair, which is,

“Waduh what is it that his sister and parents came to play here.?” asked the mother, moments later a girl with her long headscarf and long robe that covered every corner of her aura came to bring us drinks and some snacks..

“Please...” he said slowly

“Thank you” replied mom, the girl smiled and went back into the kitchen

“Begin ma'am, we are here as parents of our child to deliver him.... ehmm... you just continue son.” said my father.

“Bismillahirahmanirahim, insyaallah, I mean my arrival, father and mother here because they want to perfect half of the religion of Islam, I want to menghitbah mother's child.” my answer is loud and smooth..

“Waduhh... alhamdulilah, if the mother is up to the child of the mother who decides, because from the beginning the mother has also handed over the prospective husband to him” replied the mother was a little surprised, but he could control himself and gave his friendly smile.

“Naakk... here son..” call that mother again.

The girl came out from behind and sat down next to her mother

“Bismillahirahmanirahim.. insyaallah, by wishing his Ridho, I received a proposal mas.” replied the girl with a smile knot..

“Alhamdulilah..” almost simultaneously we who were in the room recited hamdalah, a smile bloomed from the lips of both my parents and the girl's mother, he said, I closed my face while giving endless thanks to the creator…

“Allahuakbar... Allahuakbar..” the sound of the morning prayer woke me up from my long dream, ah... again the dream was repeated, the dream when I visited my future wife, who was, soon I took the ablution water to pray at dawn, I saw my mothers and fathers standing with smoke billowing from the firewood that was cooking the rice and water,

That morning also the makeup artist was preparing to make my makeup, in front of the big glass, the rather gleaming man was busy combing and polishing my face to look more handsome, from the big glass that I saw..

Ah...., I'm handsome too, huh? But what is the use of this good looks again later if I can not hang out in the mall? Or attract the attention of the girls in my college, but soon I was privileged by my error, it would be of no benefit if I did as the demon whispered thoughts just now.

The morning contract event was around 10 o'clock immediately held, using customary rejang composed of 4 parts of the event starting from event one, seen the customary administrators standing while holding the betel basket, sirih, continue with several other processions to enter the core event, namely the marriage contract..

In my heart I recited the basmallah.and continued the qobul.

“I accept his marriage and the marriage of Fatimah bint Samir, with dowry a set of cash” prayer tools

“Sah..., legit..., legitimate..” the repeated sound echoed in my mind.

“Alhamdulilah..” said all who were in the room together.

After that, the pengulu recited prayers and the wedding procession with the rejang custom was closed with the 4th event, the closing.

The atmosphere was so crowded that afternoon, some small children in tails ran from here there, busy undisturbed, invited guests also began to take food provided by the committee, which was very busy, nasyid music that my friends sang shahdu accompanied the event that afternoon, me and fatimah upright side by side in the contest greeted every guest who congratulated,

“Happy yes ukhti.. congratulations, finally walimahan also” said one of my wife's friends.

“Congratulations ya bro, congratulations ya aki, congratulations cuy, congratulations ya sis, congratulations ya Firman.” various kinds of congratulations from various calls I received.

Alhamdulilah, finally the event on that day was finished too, walimahan event aka our wedding went smoothly, and now we are halal…

I don't know why it all comes off now, relieved from the bottom of my heart, everything I was worried about is gone, I realize it was my right decision to marry her to hope for a ridho from Allah Swt, God willing…

That afternoon, Fatimah and I sat on the porch of our house..

“Dating yuk...” godaku to my wife..

“Yuk, dating after marriage is halal” replied my wife with a sweet smile blushing on her cheeks

“Amin. yes rabb..” answer us simultaneously.

I'm the starter of my old duck bike, a duck bike that never once hugged a woman who has not been halal in the back seat, now finally the back seat of the motorcycle sat a woman too, yes she is my wife, she is my wife, someone who has been halal to me.

We searched every corner of the city that afternoon, there was nothing in the way, shaking hands and sitting together on the beach that afternoon, we are not worried because even this activity is not a magical activity like the courtship people do, thank God I finally feel too, too, and my wife and I were lucky we could both feel it when we were both halal, and it turned out that my decision to marry young was not a waste, and one of the favors we felt was this afternoon, dating after the wedding was a pleasure, especially at a young age, and of course, we can't wait for the other favors of marrying this young man in His Ridho, he said, and in the end our struggle to keep each honor answered beautifully by Allah Swt with a beautiful marriage