Married Because of Ijbar

Chapters 1. Every living thing will die

Blurbs :

A father is battling end-stage brain cancer. There was one thing she was worried about before she died: her only daughter who was ten years old.

For something, before his death, he used the rights of Ijbar¹ to marry his biological daughter to an adult male who was none other than an adopted child whom he believed could protect his daughter after she died.

This is indeed a forced marriage of a child who is still a minor in order to fulfill the last responsibility of a father to protect his daughter. However, it is not wrong to use these circumstances for the purpose of harming children.

May I always take the good side of every piece of writing we read, as I take a lot of lessons from whatever I read. 🙏

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Khayru arrived home, in a hurry. Trying to catch his breath, but the yellow flag that kept waving at the gate of the house, increasingly made it difficult to breathe. Moreover, there were so many guests who came in black clothes, plus the wreaths that kept coming filled the courtyard of the house as well along the way around it. The writings listed, make the defense like it will collapse. However, he still ran towards the door and stood there. Hope there's still a chance to see his father's face at the last minute.

Aldi, who had first noticed his arrival, immediately welcomed him from inside the house. “That's hard, Ru. All must have a silver lining,” whispered Aldi while hugging and patting his best friend's shoulder, slowly.

 “Papaku?” he muttered half-consciously.

 “He just finished buried. Sorry not to wait until you come.”

 Khayru dropped the bag she was carrying and sat on the floor. “I can't believe Papa just left. Papa is a real man who never breaks a promise,” murmured with teary eyes.

Slowly, Aldi realizes that whatever is in the world, will return to its owner. Khayru only regretted not being able to come sooner. He should have gone home together, that time.

 Mr. Zul and his wife were buried side by side. Khayru could only sit looking at the two graves with a crying heart. Not expecting to arrive in Jakarta just spill the longing over the navel.

Aldi patted his shoulder again. “Udah, Ru. Let's just pray for them. Your job right now is to look after Maula. Entertain him.” Aldi reminded.

 Khayru turned and got up from her seat. “Where is Maula? You're right, Di. I almost forgot about it.”

 “He was in shock, Ru. Kasian Maula's. Just one year after his mother died, suddenly had to lose his father too. She locked herself in the room.”

 Khayru returned to her home, found Maula's room locked, then opened it with a spare key.

Maula sat in the corner of the bathroom, hugging her knees while hiding her face in the folds of her hands. The radiant water from the shower had already drenched his shivering body. He doesn't care what's around him. All he knows is that he lives alone now. One by one the people closest to him had already left like shadows in the light.

“Dek, what are you doing here? Get out, yuk,” persuade him while turning off the faucet and then squat in front of Maula. “Abang is back. Come here, Brother want to carry you.”

“Who are you!? Get out of here!”

“This Brother, deck. Brother has gone home. My brother will never leave you again. Appointment.”

“I don't have a brother, I don't have a mother, I don't have a papa, I don't have anyone. Now I live alone.”

“Abang apologies, really.”

“I don't need anyone now. I want to be alone.”

“But don't sit in the bathroom, later catch a cold. I don't want you to get sick.”

“Let me be sick, so that my spit will die. My mom got sick and died. Everyone says, the dead, they're quiet in nature. I also want to live a quiet life like them.”

“Istighfar, deck.” Khayru rubbed Maula's face and brushed her hair. “Abang knows you are sad, Brother also felt it.”

“No! You can't feel it. All this because of my brother. Mama is sick because she thinks too much about her brother leaving the house until he dies. Papa also dropped after returning from Morocco for insisting on seeing Abang. I begged my dad not to go because he was sick. No one listened to my request, including my brother. I hate everything!”

“Abang understands, please forgive Brother, dek.”

Maula started screaming hysterically against Khayru who had just returned after a year away from this house. However, Khayru could not let Maula stay wet any longer. He took her by force, though Maula did not stop wriggling. As he had always done before, Khayru changed into Maula's clothes because she was wet and put her to sleep. Unintentionally, he fell asleep there hugging Maula.

Khayru woke up in the middle of the night. Looking at the small face full of pity. In the past, he was used to doing this. But now the status is different. She was no longer an older sister of the ten-year-old girl in this house. He must carry out the mandate and also the last will of his father. It looks like it will be difficult because Maula is not the old Maula anymore.

Khayru got up and went to her room. His attention was only on the family portrait displayed on the table beside his bed. He took and hugged the photo and his eyes closed. Instantly the shadow of his parents suddenly appeared in his memory. They whispered and repeated a message. However, bias. The smile and the helping hand he could not reach. Slowly keep away from him.

“Ma, Pa... hugged me like the first time I came to this house. You never let me be sad. Whatever you do to cheer me up. Who will cheer me up after this?” Khayru laid her body while hugging the photo on her chest until she fell asleep again.

The rest of the night was only a few hours. However, fatigue made Khayru sleep too soundly until a knock on the door woke her up.

“Young master ... You're up?” bik Sulis from out there.

Khayru blinked her eyes and woke up staring at the watch. “Astagfirullah, what time is it? I'm bad luck.” He immediately ran to the bathroom, cleaning himself up.

The dining table this time looked empty. Khayru touched one by one the seats her parents used to sit in while eating. “Maula hasn't woken up, huh, Bik?” The voice that suddenly became hoarse greeted Bik Sulis who was arranging food at the table.

“Bibik can't wake him, Sir. He can be berserk if disturbed. Though Bibik was very worried, he did not want to eat already a few days.”

“Don't bother me! Don't show up in front of me again!” maula shouted as Khayru walked into her room.

“Abang just wanted to take you to breakfast. No need to throw flowers all.”

“I don't want to eat. I'm not hungry.”

“You still remember, right, this brother can do what if you are wayward?”

“That was, now I don't care,” he said as he got up and ran to the bathroom and locked the door.

“Abang wait for you in front of the bathroom door. Wash your face, that abis come out.”

Maula ignored Khayru's words, she stayed there as long as she wanted.

“Calculate to three, yes! If not out, you want to open the door yourself.”

Because Maula did not want to go out, Khayru finally opened the bathroom door forcibly.

“Why do you like to play water?” Khayru carried Maula and brought her to the dining table. They sat next to each other like they used to when they always ate together.

“I told you, I don't want to eat. If anyone still forces me, I'll throw all the plates and glasses on this table!”

“Dek, please don't make a fuss. Within forty days, maybe papa is still here with us.” Khayru stared at the empty chair her father used to sit in while eating. “Try your shadow, mommy and dad are sitting there. You think they're sad, aren't they, right now? They cry, don't see us fighting?”

Maula lowered her head while crying.

Khayru pulled Maula into his lap. “Sorry, Brother didn't mean to bring up your grief.” Khayru forced Maula to eat. Meanwhile, the girl did not stop crying while receiving every mouthful from Khayru's hand.

 To be continued ....

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Note :

¹**The right ijbar** is a power granted to a person (guardian mujbir) to marry a daughter who is in his custody even without his consent. the right of guardian ijbar guardians according to the view of Syafi’i is applied to girls who are young and adults. While Abu Hanifah enforces the right of guardian ijbar only to girls who are underage or immature or to children who are less than perfect intellect (crazy/majnunah) either in the status of a girl or widow.

The majority of scholars of the Shafi school’i think that the mujbir guardian is someone who has full power namely Father, Grandpa and Sayid to marry girls by force (without permission from girls), The right of the guardian can not be contested by anyone as long as he can carry out his duties in accordance with religious provisions, and guarantee and can ensure the good for his child.

This information is taken from :

Helmi Abu Bakr El - Langkawi

The Board of Teachers of Dayah (Ponpes) MUDI Masjid Raya Samalanga, Aceh.