Marrying a Friend
Expelled
Jakarta, Indonesia
The sky now looks so bright and beautiful. However, for some reason, it felt so stifling today. As if, this chest continued to rumble and shout out loud in a cry in my heart.
A rough, loud, and furious defensive clap sounded from earlier as I stood sculpting on the porch of this huge bronze painted mansion. Not far from where I was standing, it appeared that a well-built middle-aged man with a reddened look in his anger was glaring at the sturdy and young man around the age of twenty-six who was anxious and sad trying to explain what was happening, what was happening, and to his right was a middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful with her bun black hair who was squeezing the sweet girl's arm next to him with a look of fear and anxiety as tears ran through her his wrinkled white eyes and cheeks. The sweet girl only looked at the man who was being snapped with great sadness and anxiety, her tears had already dripped from earlier while clutching the middle-aged woman who was standing stunned next to her. Yeah, they're the family of the man who was snapped up. The noble family that was so famous in his city would be the businesses that they had built since zero.
"Dad, please, listen to me? Can understand? Just this once, please?" the hoarse voice of the man who had been patient earlier, shadyly looking at his father's eyes with a clear look. I could see, his face was so sad and painful. He saw his mother and sister crying.
No one was struggling, even opposing or saying a word. They just watched everything. Indeed, all this time, the father was in power. No one can resist if he has spoken, let alone made up his mind. Only, the man who never gave up to make him understand his meaning.
I who witnessed the conditions that really make me heartless and sick in this sadness, can only roll my eyes, then sigh heavily. Suppressing the growing pain and rumbling in the mind like a dagger pressing in his sliced prick.
Oh myGod.
"Explain what else? You want me to understand what else? You brought the girl here, Firhan, and suddenly you told me about your stupid decision. You refused to go to school in Egypt, and would rather marry her? Where is your mind, son?
“You know, I always dreamed, my only son could hunt for knowledge in the land of father's dreams, who could later become a useful person for his religion, just to boast of God, son, son, only for God and our Prophet! Father never demanded that you boast of your father" he admitted in a high tone and looked at his eldest son with sadness and disappointment.
"Dad, Firhan understood. Forgive Firhan, Dad? But please, do you understand Firhan's decision? Dad, I'm the man who's gonna be the leader of the family. Please, Ridha-kan Firhan is in charge and married to Nesya?" pinta the man then sighed heavily at the end of the sentence while looking at his father expectantly.
Plakk! I who had turned my face from not being able to see the situation, immediately my head turned quickly towards the source of the sound that made this heart more painful. Yeah, I know that voice. Very recognisable. The sound of slaps along with the screams of young girls and middle-aged women that sounded heartrending, sad, and sick with the cry of calling him with the word ‘ayah’. The loving big hand from that very first, had apparently floated and landed hard on the white cheek of the only male son, who was instantly only repaid with Firhan's silence while holding his bruised cheek. High in Firhan's eyes looked at the father who was already very reddened with anger. His father's eyes still glared at him full of anger, pain and disappointment.
Firhan's tears seemed to trickle down and still looked at his beloved parents shady and apologetically. It was as if, his eyes were apologizing to such a great middle-aged man before him at this moment.
"GET OUT OF HERE!!" the middle-aged man's words echoed with a tone of voice rising an octave, after a moment of looking at Firhan and turning his face while turning his back on his son.
Simultaneously, a groan begged his wife and the sound of the cry of his youngest daughter was heard, this time trying to oppose to intercept the middle-aged man's decision.
"Dad?" lirih Firhan looked at his father with a plea that again his tears dripped.
"Don't call me that again! You are not my son anymore and never come back" the father said in a high, angry tone without turning to see his kneeling son hear the decision, followed by his wife's desperate moans. "Dad, don't say that, she's still our firhan" elak the mother who was so sad and disapproved of her only son being treated and given such a decision. Again the tears ran down his wrinkled white cheeks.
The angel's loving strapping man, now hopelessly helpless on the floor. His mother's soft hands immediately touched his athletic body which now seemed so fragile and empty, then resurrected him. He rubbed the tears of his only eldest son, then kissed his forehead full of tears.
"Mom, I'm sorry. Firhan–"
"No, Son. I can't believe you did something that God hates. I'm your mother, and you grew up in your mother's womb. I know exactly who my son is. You're still a mother's son, son, mother's son! No one could dodge it," interrupted Firhan's mother cutting her words lovingly, wiping the tears away from her baby's face and hugging them tightly. The young girl who was his only sister just sobbed hugging the two of them.
"Sister, please, don't go? Who will take care of us, brother? Who will make me smile when I'm sad?" please look while looking hard at her brother who is now their embrace is released. Firhan smiled in his wound.
"No idea, you're a big boy, Dek. And big brother knows very well, you can take care of yourself, even take care of father and mother. Look, my sweet sister, patience is so much more important, honey. Because of patience, the heart and self are stronger. Because of patience, heart and self are stronger. Remember, whatever the case, whatever the sadness, far from it, God knows it, Deck. And only God knows how good the future is.
“Sister still love you, keep following your heart and do not hurt. You can do much better than you think." Lirih Firhan looked at her sister as she touched the hair and face, then gently held the girl's arm. His brother just looked at him sad and scared.
"Sister?" when the brother tried to get up and stand up.
"So big brother's heart is here, huh, honey? They are very precious," said Firhan again looking at his sister who was standing before him, then alternately looking at his mother's heart full of love which is now increasingly exploding crying.
For a moment, the man looked at the mother, tried to smile cheerfully, then slowly rubbed the middle-aged woman's tears and shook her head slowly over and over again while smiling lovingly and making her mother cry even more bitterly. Firhan then clutched the middle-aged woman who was so fragile and had no ceaseless crying, who occasionally kissed the forehead. After a short while, he then switched to hug his sister and kissed the girl's forehead after the hug came off.
God, what am I doing? Can I ask? Please, please, no more tears of sadness for them. I'm sorry, God.
Our feet felt heavy stepping, down the paved road with hearts pierced like a thousand daggers that stuck rough and had the effect of getting sore, tight and rumbling. To take me out of nowhere with this loving angel, to leave the home of so many loving memories and warmth in the life of this great husband-to-be.
Before we left the house, his mother and sister hugged and kissed me on my forehead. Then, give Tafsir Qur'an which I am holding tightly at this time. As his heart to take care of us. And as his blessing, prayer and love, to accompany us through this new chapter of life.
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