Marriage Without Love (Khanza Story)

Dhava & Annisa's

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POVS. Annisa

Black cloud clumps are still faithfully overshadowing the sky that had been moping around earlier. His will was so royal that it forced the water of the sky to spill over the earth where I rested.

I am still sitting in the final contest of a former sinful man who has chosen to meet his true love in heaven. I recite the verses of love to accompany his steps towards the realm of eternity.

Although my tribe lara let go of him, I must be sincere. Because I know, even very know ... lament crying will only incriminate steps.

Love ... through the breath of the baby, I ponder the heart so you know, how much I love. How much I miss hearing your sweet voice when chanting kalam love ....

"Mbak Nisa, better .. we go home now! Poor abi and ummi Mbak Nisa. For sure they are very worried about Nisa" said Dhava with a soft-sounding voice.

The young man, who was eight years younger than me, was still loyal to accompany him even though the other takziahs had left the burial area since then, including abi and ummi.

Perhaps for Dhava, Rudi's request before he breathes his last, is a trust that must be fulfilled, although I think. Charging a decent young man to marry a woman of such age. Not a woman like me. Women who are over thirty years old.

How could a twenty-three-year-old man sincerely marry a thirty-one-year-old woman? In fact, he was forced to marry because of the trust of a man who had passed away and also.

"Sir Nisa, let's go home! The rain is getting heavier. Dhava doesn't want Nisa's mom to be sick." Again. Dhava persuaded me again. Yet for some reason, I still want to linger in this place. Although his lips eloquently said sincerely. But in reality, the heart is still reluctant to let go. O Robb, forgive your weak servant of faith ....

"Va, go home first! Ma'am Nisa still wants to be here --" said I .. lirih, without looking at him.

"How can I leave an expectant wife with a beautiful face ... in a place like this alone? Sure, it's gonna be dangerous because there's a lot of good-looking pocongs lurking around?" The babbling young man that I had thought of as my own sister, successfully tickled the sense of hearing, so that a smile just rose without me asking.

I also slightly rotated my head towards him and said, "Va, are you sure .. make mbak Nisa as a future wife? Sister Nisa is eight years older than you. In fact, before ..our relationship is like the relationship of brother and sister. No more -"

Dhava smiled knot. He stared at my face so intensely that it made me feel ashamed. Because, I am not used to being stared at by a man with a gaze that implies meaning, except when Rudi will exhale his last breath.

"O my future wife, do you remember the love story of His Majesty the Prophet and Sayyida Khadijah? His Majesty married Sayyida Khadijah despite their age of fifteen years. When married, His Majesty was twenty-five years old. Sayyida Khadijah was forty years old. So, age is not a reason for me to refuse the trust of the late Rudi, married a pious woman, the world's angel, Nabilla Annisa Chairanie. Most importantly for me, Mbak Nisa doesn't mind accepting me as a candidate for priest."

Dhava's words that sound sincere .. touched the deepest recesses, to make me fascinated by the way he spoke very sweet. Although Dhava is younger than me, he looks mature and unpretentious. He said softly, the fight was fun.

"Va, what you said is true. But, Sire Nabi and Sayyida Khadijah married out of love --"

"And because of divine pleasure." Dhava slashed my words.

"Although in our hearts have not grown the seeds of love. But I am sure ... after we get married, not only the seeds of love will grow, but the seeds in the womb of Mommy Nisa will grow --" she continued with a distinctive smile that added to her good looks.

O Allah Ya Robb, the babble of the young man who was asked by the late mas Rudi to marry me was always successful in making me smile. The grief that was originally royal, slowly eroded changing flavors that I could not yet describe with a series of words.

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After praying Isya', Arum met me. He gave a music box containing a collection of songs sung by mas Rudi.

Apparently, every accompany abi fill tausiyah, mas Rudi always asked to recite religious songs.

"Hasan recorded it, Ma'am. Said Hasan, Rudi mas who asked Hasan to record his voice, so that someday ... Miss Annisa can hear it --"

O Allah, my heart ached again when I heard the answer from Arum's lips.

A flash of the shadow of Rudi's face again danced in the eye pelukan, until the circle of sadness escaped from both angles netraku ....

I feel happy when

I'm close to you

but you know

God does not approve

seems to be getting longer

I became sad in love

because we're always together

forgive the love I have set my heart in motion

I'm sorry we had to part ways long ago I postponed it

I want to change, God will be angry

if we are still together but not halal

I emigrated love ....

(Adam-Hijrah My Love)

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