Lurah Pondokku Candidate My Husband

34. Back to Sulawesi

Pov Alimudin's

Today I drove my future wife back to her house. I have to make sure with my own eyes that she's safe until her house. When I got there, I said goodbye. Because I had to catch my flight to Sulawesi.

I left from Purwokerto in the afternoon and reached Surabaya the next day. My plane flew out dhuhur. During the trip I was really happy, in a week I will be a bride. I will try to live up to my future wife's expectations of giving the marriage Mahar with my own work. I'm just a santri who focuses on teaching at the boarding school.

I used to work as a salesman, but I quit because I could no longer. They said we were just money-seeking horses to them. I don't accept their thoughts. I also once followed Lilik I, working in a Las factory. For two years.

During High School many women approached but I was not interested in them. I just focus on teaching and teaching. I don't want to disappoint my parents who sent me to Java.

My parents are following the transmigration program. Thank God there is success and has enjoyed the results of their hard work. My father became an Imam in the musholla that was built together with the residents of one hallway in our residence.

I am very happy, now I go back to Sulawesi as a potential husband. This long journey did not feel exhausting to me. I eagerly entered my house, it has been almost 10 years I have not returned to Sulawesi and met my family that I love.

"Assalamualaikum, I'm home!" the feeling of haru instantly hit my heart. Can you imagine that? Ten years not coming home how does he feel? My sister used to visit me in Purwokerto. Which made him meet his soul mate. He said they also wanted to get married. I wish them both the best. Retno's sister used to make me and Nur fight great and almost cancel our marriage.

"Waalaikum hail! Oh Allah why would you want to go home without ngabarin. We will pick you up in Palu." said my mother. I hugged him, the feeling of longing my heart was already piled up.

"Want to surprise you, Ma!" my word.

"You, you have rest. Mr. Sama Mas Inu is still in kapling, there is a harvest schedule today.

" Yes, Ma!" I rushed to my room first. My house has changed now. Formerly only a simple transmigration house, now it has been renovated into a semi-permanent mansion. Alhamdulillah means my family's standard of living has increased now.

I lay my body on my bed. It feels so comfortable. Ten years of living in search of religious knowledge. It feels so good to be back home.

After sleeping for two hours, I got ready for the ashar prayer, Mr and Mas Inu have also returned from kapling. I am so happy to meet them. My brother has always loved me the most. I hugged him tightly.

"How are you, Mas?" many happy.

"Alright, Alhamdulillah. I'm glad you wanted to be a bride. Congratulations, yes!" I just laughed, responding to her words.

"Thank you, Mum!"

"How long do you think you're staying at home?" ask Masku while sitting in my front seat.

"My wedding is just waiting for the day, Mom! I can't stay home long. I'm gonna try to do some work. Make money for my wedding. My future wife wants her dowry from my own work." I said enthusiastically.

"Yes, tomorrow go with Mas to Kapling. It will be paid for with!" my brother is excited.

"Thank you, Mom!" my word.

"Together! Oh yeah, you met where's your candidate?" ask me to the kepo.

"In the cottage, Mas!" my answer.

"You, in order to mondok in Java even dating and want to marry people's children!" say I'm ketus.

"I'm not dating Mas. I just ta'aruf with him for a moment, then go straight to the proposal. Now count the days of marriage!" my spoken.

"Just not married, you want to step over. It's not polite to be a sister!" I know I was just kidding. So no heartache with his talk.

"Have met a mate, how else, Mom? Later if he is taken by someone. I'm the one who's messed up again. My rival is Kiai's son and a PNS. Got to catch a start! Don't let it be helped and then regret later." I said.

"Yes already, if you are already steady. Support your intentions!" My mom is the best.

"Oh yes, my mom! This time, I stepped over Mas Inu as an older brother. What do you want from me?" ask me seriously.

"Mas doesn't ask for anything with you. I just hope you and your family will stay here. I don't want to be separated from you anymore!" said Mas Inu glazed.

"Let's help you make a home and take care of your child. Don't worry, yeah!" mas Inu said the spirit. Since long ago, Mas Inu always thought positively. He never thought badly of others.

"Yes already, Mas. I want to see you first." I said.

Father I saw just came home from Mushola, finished the Ashar prayer like it. Because of the preoccupation with chatting with Mas Inu so forget to pray earlier.

"Assalamualaikum, sir!" I greet my Father who I longed for.

"Waalaikum salam, Thank God you arrived home safely. How are you doing?" ask father slowly, my father if he always speaks slowly, he is always patient with us, his children. My father is rarely angry.

"Thank God be good, sir!" I answered while sitting in front of him. Mas Inu joined us in the living room. So is my Mamahku.

"Are you sure you want to get married this time? Have you been carefully considered?" ask father.

"Alhamdulillah, it's been in istikharah too, sir!"

"You steady, with your marriage? You don't want a divorce, don't embarrass the family! Enough of my father who experienced this. Don't copy it!" father Message.

"God willing, sir. Pray for our marriage to be happy and long lasting!" after a long conversation, we prepared for the Ashar prayer. Had forgotten not to join the congregation, because it was too late to wake up and then chat with Mas Inu.

After an afternoon shower and ashar prayers, I plan to go around my village. Long time no go home, a lot has changed. I remember that I had not contacted my future wife in Java when I arrived safely.

"Ah, later when the Maghrib is finished, he must be busy right now." my heart.

After Maghrib, I took my phone. Intended to call my future wife who is in West Java. I feel like I miss him already.

"Assalamualaikum, baby. How are you?" my spoken.

"Greetings waalaikum, Mas. Thank goodness good news!" answer's over there.

"Mas has arrived in Sulawesi. Thank God everything is healthy here." I said happily.

"Alhamdulillah, Mother. Yes it's a break, Mas must have cape after a long trip" he said on the phone.

"But I still miss you, baby!"

spoiled kataku. I don't know why, since being with him I don't seem to be myself. So bucin is with him. hehehe.

"Rest, Mum! Here we want Maghrib. I want to get ready for breaking the fast" he said.

"You fasting, baby?" my many.

"Yes, fasting mutih. So that later when in makeup so grilling and beautiful!" said it.

"Thank you, yeah. You want to work hard fasting and thank you too, already want to marry the same Mas!" haru.

"Yes, Mom! You welcome. Thank you for accepting me as an ordinary woman, not a religious woman. Even though you are a pure santri, it should be more suitable to marry ustazah models. Not with a woman like me" he said.

"Udah, baby! What are you talking about, anyway? Mas is love with you, Mas do not need women models of ustazah that you said earlier. I just need you to be my wife. So the mother of our children later." I said steady.

"Yes, Mom! This already wants Maghrib, must be ready to pray and break the fast. It's fine there. Don't fuck around, all right?" said it.

"Yes, baby! You can believe the same!"

"Assynnya!" then hang up the phone. After being satisfied on the phone, I decided to go home. I already want isya. Not good for long outside the house. Especially if you are getting married soon.