LOVE OF JUITA

We'll Meet

Shame is the crown of women

Even though you're tightly sheathed in a silk-screen sheet

Your personal jewel is broadcast to your ears

Stay hidden, virgin!

Even your fingertips are precious

Impossible they said

You are on the island of Sumatra

I'm on Java Island

Raga didn't meet especially Netra

But my faith believes

If the Creator has spoken

You and I are united

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SEPTian POV

Septian Syaifullah, that's the name my parents gave me. It is not self-willingness that has a shy and introverted nature. I can't talk much, I choose to be a listener.

That's why I'm not fit to work in a crowded environment. I feel the energy is sucked out if it's in between the hustle and bustle of humans. That's why I quit my office and chose to work as a freelancer.

Thank God the income of freelance work as a programmer is quite decent. Even so I was often looked down upon by the environment. They think I'm unemployed because I'm always at home.

But I'm not entirely at home. I was active in college, there I had many friends who understood. As the saying goes, birds will fly with their flock.

It is because of my shy nature that I can never be in love with women. I'm a normal guy, I like women. But I don't have the urgency to approach, date or whatever it's called.

There were some women who took heart in me during school and college. But I withdrew and avoided them. I'm not comfortable with an aggressive girl. Strangely, they thought I was cool and mysterious. Until at some point they retreat on their own, bored and tired as possible. I don't know.

Many times I will be introduced to women by my friends, relatives and parents. But from their stories none of the women gave the "spark" in my heart. I don't know why.

Then I realized I was 27. There was an instinctive urge churning every night that had to be directed in place. Before I fell into sin. I should have been looking for a companion.

I pray to Allah that I may be met with the right girl. Who became a friend, a blanket and clothes for me. Accept my flaws, appreciate my strengths.

I want to be like my parents together to age. For me to get married just once, even though I can be double by nature.

When I began to launch a search action, suddenly Bulekku who was far away on the island of Sumatra offered me to get acquainted with a girl who became a tutor tutoring his son.

Maybe my desperate mother reported to Bulek. At first I listened at a glance, not too much to respond. Later I was interested in the story of this girl's personality. I like girls who are simple, independent and not spoiled.

As a man, it is time to start. I expressed my intention to confess with the girl through the middleman Bulekku. Don't forget to include the CV as it is.

Honestly, I don't know if my CV is in the criteria. Hope anxiously covers my heart. The running time is almost a month, there is no news of the clarity of this introductory process.

Some of my fellow students have offered to help me who look restless looking for a future wife. But I ask them for time at least I finish my business with the girl from Sumatra Island. Will it continue or stop.

At a time when hope is almost gone. My aunt sent CV a reply from the girl she was talking about. I read his CV carefully. Instantly I felt that my heart was adrift. There was a spark that appeared like fireworks.

The girl was like strength and tenderness that combined into one. Difficult to explain in terms of words. Especially after I saw the picture. It was much more charming than I expected.

Since I couldn't speak directly, I contacted the girl via WhatsApp. Afraid that my weak heart is lulled in the voice of the woman who is not yet my right. The best way is to ask permission from her mother.

I repeatedly put words together, hopefully the sentence is polite enough to be accepted.

"Bismillah. Assalamualaikum, I'm Septian Bu Tati's niece who's having an argument with sister. To further my good intentions may I speak to your mother?"

It didn't take long until I got a reply from him.

"This walaikumsalam I'm Julia. You may, but now I am working. It'll be night after Isya."

"Please let me know if I can call" I said.

"Good brother. I'll tell you again."

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POV Julia's

"Mother, may I have a minute?" askaku after Mother finished the prayer at the end of Isya prayer.

"Well, what's up, son?" Mother folded her face.

"Mom still remembers that Julia was in the process of Ta'aruf with a man named Kak Septian. He wants to call Mom now. Something needs to be delivered directly. Do you want to talk to her?" I explained carefully.

"What does he need? All right, get him to call Mom now." Decide Mother.

I sent my mother's contact number to Septian's sister. And a message to call him right now.

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SEPTian POV

A message containing the contact number is entered into a WhatsApp message. Following the next message from the girl on the island of Sumatra.

"My mother is having some free time, if you are not busy .. You can call her now."

It just so happened that I just performed Isya prayer. My mind is clear and my soul is calm. This is the right moment. I pressed the number buttons, wrote down the destination number.

Tuuut tuuut ….

The waiting tone filled the void, the atmosphere felt so silent.

"Hello, Assalamualaikum." What a heavy sound typical of mothers across there.

"Hello, Waalaikumsalam. What's right with Miss Diana ... The mother of Juliana Rahmayanti?" I say hello back.

"That's fine, can I know who this is with?"

"I am Septian Syaifullah. I was interfering with my mother's activities. Because there's something important I want to say." My heart is starting to beat.

"Oooh not bothering at all. I was relaxing. May I know what Septian wants to say?" the voice sounded soft but firm.

"First, I want to convey that I am in the process of ta'aruf with Mother's daughter. I'd like to continue to the next stage Ma'am that is nazhor. All in touch with Mom's family there." I expressed my purpose.

"What does nazhor mean? I don't understand. Understandably I am a layman who does not understand Arabic terms."

"Sorry if it makes the mother confused, Nazhor means I ask permission to meet to see the mother's child directly, but accompanied by his guardian so that my heart is more steady to go to the next process, Mom," my answer is to be careful not to be impressed by patronizing.

"Oooh so. Well I understand now. So when is Nak Septian gonna be here?" Said Miss Diana without further ado.

"God willing next week on Sunday. Can Ma?" I answered while checking the calendar.

"Hmmm may, may .. But where did this Septian boy come from? Julia hasn't told me much about you. He was busy working from morning till night so I didn't have time to ask."

"I'm from Yogyakarta, Mom." Reply steady.

"God is far away! Is it okay for Septian to come here? Pekanbaru is far away. You've been here before?" Diana sounded shocked.

"It's okay Mom. Although I have never been to Pekanbaru but I have Bulek and a brother who lives there. So I don't have to worry." I'm soothing.

"All right then, son. Are you here alone or with your family?"

"I will come alone from Yogyakarta, but I will be accompanied by my brother to see Mother," I confirmed.

"Good .. good. Good luck with your journey, son, congratulations here. Ohya, just now Julia advised if there is a need or there is something to be conveyed can be through Mom alone."

"Okay Mother, for now this is all I want to say. Thank you for the prayer. God willing we will meet next week."

"Okay, I'm waiting for his presence."

"Thank you Ma'am. I hung up the phone first. Assalamualaikum." I'm ending this conversation.

"Mosuraforu .… " Mother Diana decided on the call.

With joy I ran down the stairs rushing to convey my intention to leave for Pekanbaru to Mr and the Mbok. God willing if everything goes well. Their youngest child is no longer a bachelor. I'm gonna bring my wife to this house. Beautiful wife from the island of Sumatra.