LOVE OF JUITA

Nadzor and the Khitbah

Julia sat on the edge of the mattress while observing Sarah who was applying makeup on her face. He rubbed his face thin to make it look natural. Sarah still looks beautiful and amazing. The light blue syar'i gems are embroidered with tiny pearl-studded flowers making it look like Princess Elsa.

"How is it okay for me?" Sarah looks at Julia through the glass.

"Banget, beautiful as always .… " Juliah answered sincerely from the bottom of his heart.

From the outside they hear the sound of cars coming into Sarah's spacious courtyard. Julia and Sarah peeked out of the window. There are two cars coming, the first car looks like the Brotherhood who will menadzor Sarah accompanied by her parents and figure Ustadz. The second car contained a close relative of the Brotherhood, possibly the brother of the Brotherhood's sister.

The Brotherhood wore long white shirts and long hanging pants on creamy eyes. There was a sideburn and a thin beard framing his white face. Straight hair neatly combed towards the back. That handsome Brotherhood is worth side by side with the beautiful Sarah.

Papa and Mama Sarah greeted them and let them into the living room. Sarah's aunt asked Sarah to sit in the living room. Aunty Sarah quickly closed the hijab between the living room and the living room.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," the voice of Papa Sarah opened the meeting.

The audience listened carefully. Afraid that someone might miss this important meeting.

"My name is Ruslan, I'm Sarah Fadhliati's real father. And this is my wife, Zubaidah Sarah's mother. It was a great honor for us to receive a visit from my family. But our family also wants to know the family. Let me know myself." Papa Sarah sounded resolute and authoritative.

"Walaikumsalaam warahmatulli wabarakatuh. Introduce me Ali Khairan and this is my wife Romlah. And this one is my first son, Hasan Saputro. While this is Ustadz Abu Uwais, our teacher learned to teach. Insha Allah Ustadz Abu Uwais will accompany, ensuring that the process carried out by my son is in accordance with the guidelines of sharia," The Brotherhood's father introduced himself and his family.

Sarah looked down and squeezed her fingers when she heard the name Hasan Saputro. Sarah seemed to have fallen in love before she met face to face. Julia laughed at Sarah's nervousness.

"While the purpose of our arrival to the father's family is for a purpose, it is better for me to leave it to the master who has the body to convey his meaning." He gave a chance to Hasan.

The audience immediately put up an ear, curious about what his brother Hasan would say.

"Alright Father Mother all without the intention of presumptuous. Previously me and Sarah berta'aruf through the intermediary of a worshiper at the mosque where we studied. From the biodata and photos that I got, Alhamdulillah I felt there was a match with the son of the Father …. " Sister Hasan paused for a moment, took a breath and continued talking.

"It is not because of his physical appearance, but because of the similarity of our vision and mission to build an Islamic household. My presence here is for menadzhor. Or see the son, beloved daughter of Mr. Ruslan. Even without me seeing, my heart is still ready to choose Sarah." Obviously Hasan is long.

The audience who heard the firm and loud words of Kak Hasan nodded their heads in satisfaction. Sarah's cheeks grew red.

"Well do I understand the purpose and purpose of Nak Hasan and his family, so next I need to call Sarah here Mr Ustadz?" ask Papa Sarah.

"May sir, please show it to Nak Hasan" said Ustadz Abu Uwais.

"Ma .. please have Sarah come here for tea" Papa Sarah whispered to his wife.

Mama Sarah got up and pulled out a little hijab, ordering Sarah to go to the living room to deliver tea to guests.

This is where Julia just understood in this way Sarah will be seen by her future husband. Not seen in the way displayed as in his delusion.

Sarah carefully brought a tray containing a teapot and a ceramic cup filled with hot tea to the living room. While Julia set Sarah's dress so as not to interfere while walking. Julia helps break the hijab so that Sarah freely walks into the living room.

Sarah's hand trembled slightly as she served tea, maybe she was groggy. Julia giggled little to see it.

Ustadz Abu Uwais looked down, he watched the carpet when Sarah came. Meanwhile, Hasan threw a vision towards Sarah. Only Father and Mother Hasan eagerly looked at Sarah from toe to head.

Just for a moment, not until one minute Sarah has completed her task of delivering tea. Sarah immediately returned to the living room. Julia shuts down the hijab. Sarah clasped Julia's hand to ease her anxiety. Sarah's hand was ice-cold pale white.

"Crazy, I'm so nervous. My hands are shaking …. " Sarah whispered softly into Julia's ear.

Julia smiled amusedly and stroked Sarah's back to calm down.

"Please drink Father Mother Teanya," Papa Sarah welcome.

Guests enjoy the dishes and tea. Father and Mother Hasan looked mangosteen a sign of complacency. While Hasan looked agitated, twirling his cup.

"So how's Hasan?" Ustadz opened the conversation.

"Masya Allah .. as I said earlier Ustadz physical appearance is not a problem for me. I've been steady from the beginning" said Mr. Hasan firmly without hesitation.

"Alhamdulillah .. We as Sarah's parents agree. I as his Father am grateful for the seriousness of Nak Hasan. But we leave all the decisions to Sarah, because she is an adult" Papa Sarah replied with dignity.

"After this what process should Mr Ustadz go through?" Ask Sarah's mom.

"Alhamdulillah," Mama Sarah smiled with relief.

"The sign of a woman agreeing can be shown in silence. Because there are some shy women who find it difficult to show their hearts. But you can ask Sarah how it goes, " explains Ustadz once again.

"Do applications have to be made at other meetings or can at the same time be Ustadz?" ask Kak Hasan.

"Depends on the family deal, if according to Mr. Ruslan. Are you ready for your son to be proposed today?" ask Ustadz.

"How's Ma?" Ruslan asked his wife.

"I do not know Pa. If in my custom the application event must be prepared in advance Mr. Ustadz. I have to invite a big family, have to serve a meal. If applied today I am afraid it is considered not to entertain guests well because I did not prepare anything," explained mama Sarah confused.

"God willing, it is noble for the mother to honor the guest. But in Islam marriage is an urgent and urgent affair. Especially in this age of slander. Isn't the faster the process, the better. Islam is a religion of easy mothers," Ustadz calmed the heart of mama Sarah.

"Then, I asked my son first yes Mr. Mother .. a decision of this magnitude can not be decided unilaterally by our parents," Mama Sarah asked permission.

Meanwhile, Hasan seemed to squeeze his fingers nervously and nervously.

"Sarah, how is this Hasan asking if you want to apply now?" mom Sarah's face is serious.

Sarah's eyes were round and breathing. Julia also felt the tension and nervousness that enveloped her best friend.

"God willing, Sarah wants Ma" answered Sarah solemnly.

"Well if that's your decision, your gut instinct says Hasan and his family are good people. Mama Ridho and sincerely Sarah chose him."

"Thank you ma, for believing in Sarah's choice," Sarah looked at her mother lovingly.

"Alright, Mama conveyed it to Hasan's family first," he returned to the living room.

All the guests waited in silence, Brother Hasan looked expectantly anxious.

"Thank God my son is willing to be proposed, sir, ma'am …. " Tell Mama Sarah, relieve the hearts of all those who come.

"Alhamdulillah .. "compact all guests pronounce hamdalah, including Brother Hasan.

Kak Hasan took out a dark blue velvet box the size of a notebook from inside the sling bag he was carrying.

"Mr ... Mother ... from afar the day I have prepared this. As a proof of seriousness if I meet the woman I will marry. This is not a dowry, but it is a form of my appreciation for my future wife. Please do not look at its value. God willing I will meet Sarah's needs later. May Sarah please." Hasan put the box in front of Sarah's parents.

"God, thank you, Hasan. I have appreciated my son so well. Your parents have educated and raised well." Papa Sarah's voice trembled with haru.

"Thank you for the praise, sir, all this for God's guidance. His mother and I only educated him according to religious orders. All by the will of God" said Father Hasan sage.

"For the cost of dowry, surrender and implementation of walimah, please let me know sir. God willing I will work on it" said Kak Hasan steady.

"If the matter of dowry and surrender, good Nak Hasan who directly asked Sarah. What does he want. If for the cost of walimah, because this is the assembly of two families. I think it costs us two to avoid incriminating Nak Hasan's family" said Papa Sarah.

"Okay sir, we're following your decision. The important thing is that our children have agreed, "Sister Hasan's father seems satisfied.

"Well, please give this gift to Sarah .… " Papa Sarah put the dark blue box into his wife's hand.

Mama Sarah went back into the living room, hugging and kissing Sarah's cheek over and over. A happy hue radiated from the two. Sarah opened the dark blue box, which contained a necklace and gold studs with gleaming gems. Sarah whispered her hair over and over. Julia was amazed by the beauty of the jewelry.

"It looks like we can already determine the wedding date, the sooner the better!" Ustadz Abu Uwais smiled with relief.

Sarah's parents were busy picking up the calendar, discussing this and that for the wedding preparations. Meanwhile Sarah hugged Julia so tightly as if to transmit the happiness she felt.

From the outside came his words many times, it seemed like the decision was final.

"Thank God, the wedding will take place next month. Three weeks from now!" said Mama Sarah sparkling from behind the veil.

Sarah's tears flow down her down her light blue veil, happy tears. The princess will soon be picked up by her prince.