Loving Or Loved?

SAH?

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QIANA POV

Time is very fast rolling tells a lot of memories that will always be carried wherever this foot will stand on foot. I used to wonder who my soul mate was? How's figure? Will he treat me well and be able to be a priest who takes me always in His goodness? Is he someone I've known a long time ago or someone I've just met in my life?.

All about her is a mystery that I always look forward to her presence, especially when I turned 23 years old. 3 years ago honestly I was afraid to be a spinster because since I was a teenager

having been in contact with the opposite sex in addition to friends, dating the two of them never crossed my mind. But I always muffle it by thinking towards death, because meeting a soul mate is an uncertainty, while death is something that will definitely happen, so I can focus more on improving myself.

Why do I think more about death? Because I was afraid when I was improving my goal was not to prepare my charity and instead focus too much on improving myself to get a good soul mate. Why

that's because I don't know if my age will come to meet him in this world. Isn't that an uncertainty? Because not everyone has the age to meet his partner in this world.

As a human being I did not escape the mistakes in guarding the heart and mind, vividly remembered in my mind when my goal of improving myself to get a good soul mate and a good soul mate image at that time reflected on my best friend Tyo in High School. The science of religion that is still shallow and less open I am to both my parents makes me have to cry for Tyo alone without knowing what to do when he even silenced me like Setya who presumptuously read diary book. So that the moment of graduation made me decide to study in a place far away from them and disappear without news as if swallowed by the earth alive.

However, I must not regret my decision when I was a labile age at that time, because with me leaving the city I could learn many things, especially about the meaning of life, meet a lot of new people who gave a new color in my daily life for 8 years over 7 months. Meeting a handsome little baby in an orphanage is one of his greatest gifts. And the chain of destiny that followed led me to a handsome, dashing, inshaAllah sholeh man. The current one would shake hands with Papa in front of everyone.

“Dooooorrr...” Tiwi shouted startled me.

“Pasih Tiw, startled to know,” answered me without taking my eyes off.

“So the presenter daydreams teyuuusss sichh... again think what hayo?” tiwi Goda while mengoel-noel my shoulder. Yes this is my wedding day with Mas Akbar, now I have worn a simple white kebaya with a matching veil arranged as beautiful as possible with jasmine flowers and a small crown on it.

“Magain think of many things that have happened.” I answered, looking straight out the window.

“Why? You are still confused about more important which one between ‘Love or Loved?’ we have discussed hundreds of times Neng, if both will lose with the name of the decree of God. But if I still prefer to be loved anyway hihihi because if I'm the same maxain that I love not necessarily want to be the same I hahaha,” said Tiwi who ends always nyeleneh.

“As for Tiw, I am also very grateful to be able to get to this stage and I again remember my life journey that again sought his identity first, hmmm all alternately present coloring my life, bitter sweetness of my life as long as I do not have a priest was fluttering in my mind as if I wanted to not forget it after I officially became a wife and mother later.” I answered by turning my face to look at my best friend since this High School.

“Ah you Bun, make me want to be in the past aja,” he said with a sad look.

Tok...tok.tok.tok the sound of the door on the knock from the outside, without waiting for my answer the door is wide open featuring a man who is no less handsome than Papa.

“Serious Bang? Am I already SAH? How not to be surprised to the sound room ijabnya?” I was curious that I was a little shocked, because I had been sitting by the window not only because I remembered my life journey but also wanted to hear my own marriage ijab.

“Lah, where do you know Dek until you don't hear Akbar's voice. You two are preoccupied with chatting kali.” Accuse Brother, and it's exactly possible because I and Tiwi were preoccupied with chatting earlier.

“Ah Brother, can be repeated?” I asked Abang while Tiwi she just stayed in place with a clumsy smile.

“Ah noisy, let's ah in front of people already SAH want you to be horrified or you're not already his wife Akbar now.” replied Brother who immediately grabbed my hand and took me to the front yard that had been conjured into a wedding venue of my dreams.

Along with me to the front of Mas Akbar, I also sat in an empty seat next to Mas Akbar to sign our marriage book. Continued by pinning the wedding ring, for the first time our hands touch each other deliberately waow it feels dag-dig-dug once. I have not dared to raise my face to stare at Mas Akbar's face at this close distance.

“Do not strain.” Whisper to me.

“Udah finished now the salim Teteh to Akangna, rather long kiss his hands all tea in the photo, continue to seleisai salimna the Akang later kiss the forehead of the Teteh yes,” said photographer directed me and Mas Akbar. The cold sweat on my hands became even more, shyly and with a heartbeat like running around the stadium 7 laps I grabbed Mas Akbar's hand and kissed him solemnly while permeating what I was doing.

“Tetehna was tense atuh, relax Tea relax,” said photographer who will capture our photo, I just smiled a little because there are still remnants of stage fright hihi, eh fever akad hehe.

After the final event, invited guests came to me and Mas Akbar congratulated and did’a-do’a who always said every shake our hands. Thank God I am so grateful to have been given the opportunity to reach this stage. At the beginning of this year there is actually no planning at all to get married in this tenth month.

“Thank you,” said Mas Akbar when the last guest finished approaching me and Mas Akbar.

“Consider Mas.” I replied with a smile towards Mas Akbar, “Mas I miss Dafa, where he is I don't see him at all,” I said to Mas Akbar.

“It was there with Lea.” He answered while pointing at the two children who were busy eating.

“Ah, deserve diem treated food. Emh I'm afraid he's eating and cupping all over Mas's face, like when our proposal was,” I said with a little worry.

“Ah yes, let's go there.” Take Mas Akbar. And when we arrived, it was true that we were worried that the lips were full of chocolate cake that was definitely a straw on the right and left cheeks, and the tip of the Dafa shirt had changed color to brown.

“Gosh babe.” My peek.

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