Love Shielded Risue

careful consideration

A morning filled with new hope. The sun is smiling too. Blurring her warm light stung her beautiful face which became reddish.

Maryam watering the plants in front, today the task of doing homework is completed quickly. Like something would come, because since after dawn he immediately moved to bring some clean equipment.

He had also just finished cooking, but not immediately had breakfast. Because the plant outside as if calling him asking for water first.

Today I want to buy something for Debby and Rumi. But what, huh?

A routine notification every month at one night that makes Maryam always grateful. Yeah, the honor just got into the account. It's Debby and Rumi's wedding date.

He was going to the department store to buy something. Cake or something? He wanted to buy something for his two nephews.

No. no. All the nieces he loved, like the son of Margaretha and Antoni, and again Gallen his brother Debby.

Merr turned off the water tap and rolled up the hose so as not to scatter. Wiping his sweat briefly on his forehead while staring again at the water droplets from the ends of the wet leaves. Everything looks fresh. Mary smiled before entering the house.

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At one o'clock in the afternoon, Isti looked at the capital road that was not too jammed carrying determination with high optimism. Occasionally he chatted with the holy Ummi next to him. Because he asked Ummi Suci to take him to Maryam's house.

The feeling of deg-degan appeared, her hands hugging one sealed container made of safe plastic for pickled food. He remembered when Bilal was about to leave this morning, he advised to keep bringing pickles for him.

"Semalem you laughed at Ummi because he said he wanted to bring ashinan. Now even tell to bring the truth," said Isti astonished after Bilal asked him to keep bringing the fruit.

"No papa, take it. He likes it one time..." Bilal answered with a smile. A happy aura emanated on his face. I hope Ummi brings home the good news.

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Maryam sat clumsily, it felt like she had been given a great surprise. Suddenly the arrival of a guest who he thought was special.

"I'm sorry, son. Mother inhibits the journey you want to go," said Isti made both hands Maryam raised up to the chest and then shook her head.

"No, Kok Bu Anisa. I just want to go out and buy something. I am even grateful to have met before I left."

Isti smiled, "means it is a soul mate. Thank God then."

"Hehe." Maryam chuckles.

"Son Maryam, I want to talk to you. Can you?"

"Byeah, Mom."

I smiled, and he handed me something. "It's from Bilal, he asked Ummi to keep this."

"Oh my goodness, Mother. No need to bother with this." Mary accepted it confusedly.

"No bother, really. Just ashinan..."

"Hawith?" Maryam also remembers the DM chat from Bilal last night– You want to pickle?

Geez, it's real. Merr's cheeks meet. Her lips published a very thin, sweet smile.

"Do you like it, I brought it?"

Mary smiled more and more cheerfully. "I love it so much, thank you so much Miss Anisa."

"Alhamdulillah..." They all laugh. While Maryam placed the box on the table, Isti began to speak again. "I'll just talk about it."

"Yes Mom...."

"Son, Miss Anisa it's really serious to make you her daughter-in-law. Habib was sincere about marrying you. So what's the worry for again," Holy Mother chimed.

"The problem here, what I have ever had a family worthy of being with him who is still a bachelor? I'm not Solehah Ma'am. I also have no descendants of the cleric."

"Son, when we decided this. Definitely full of consideration. So just stay with you."

Mary was silent for a moment. "I can take more time. To make a decision."

Anisa widened her smile she turned towards the Holy Mother who also seemed happy and nodded.

"Of course you can, how long will you give an answer?"

"A month soon" Maryam replied.

"MashaAllah's. Yeah, kid." They continued the conversation until more than an hour after that Anisa hugged him before finally coming home.

Stay Maryam herself in the living room, her eyes were fixed on the box inside the paper bag. He took it up on his lap.

The fresh scent immediately smelled as the lid opened. Maryam put down for a moment the box containing the pickles then walked to the kitchen and came back again with a spoon.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim..." Bite the mango first. "MashaAllah, it's delicious."

On that scorching afternoon, Merr postponed for a moment her journey to leave. He chose to enjoy the hand-made salting of his mother from Bilal which he thought was very delicious, even without consciously running out of more than half of the contents.

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The sky was getting dark, Habib's journey home a little hampered because it was jammed in front.

He who sat in the middle alone because Hafiz sat in front looked pensive. He did not want to contact his mother, for fear of hearing another rejection from her. So yeah, I'll wait at home.

Bilal stretched his body, sitting all day making his waist feel sore.

Up to one incoming message notification. Bilal sighed, grabbed the phone and opened it.

Maryam: [Assalamualaikum, Habib. I send this DM want to thank you for the kindness of Habib and Anisa's mother. I appreciate his arrival as well as his gift. I like his hand made.]

"MashaAllah." he muttered with a smile. His elbow rested on the window, his palms clenched supporting his head that was tilted to the right.

Mary: [Bib, I want to ask you seriously. What exactly did Habib see from me?

Isn't looking for a woman who is still a girl that much. Habib was young, what no dear, when choosing this old me.]

Bilal sighed, then typed something.

Bilal: [There are provisions, right? A man should marry a woman younger than his age. Then then? Did Prophet Muhammad marry Khadijah's mother and Umm Salamah?]

On the other hand Maryam was speechless, reading her repeated chats. Until one message is sent.

Bilal: [I'm not very good at stringing words. But you need to know, marriage for me is something that I must think carefully before doing it. Not just trying, because you think you can marry more than one woman. I seriously just want to have one queen in my life. And, if Ukhti is willing to be my Khodijah.

Maryam shut her mouth, she almost dropped her phone. His hands trembled, his heart as if it was about to fall out after reading his last sentence.

"Ramadan, three more months, right?" his heart was pounding irregularly. Maryam chose to put back her phone could not if continuing her chat message with the man in sebrang.

Back to Bilal who was still waiting for a reply. His breathing was very heavy, Bilal put his phone back into a small bag that was coiled in front of his chest. Sayup-sayup heard the sound of adhan isya make him ask Beben to find the mosque first before going home.