Materialistic

46-Repception

"He will not accept a sinner until he truly repents."

the Adara Mikhayla Siregar

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Dreaming of being with a man who understands the science of religion is not an ideal. Never mind dreaming about it, just expecting it my brain never gets to that point. Wh why? Because I know myself. A sinner like me can get his best mate. Wanted a man who had similar morals to His Majesty the Prophet, but he forgot to look up to himself. Has she become a reflection of Siti Khadijah's mother? Has not God made it clear that women are good only for good men, and vice versa.

"Adara," called him who managed to make my wish fly back to reality. I blinked my eyes and glanced at him.

"Thank you" he said with thin twigs at both corners of his lips. I just kept quiet and didn't respond to anything. I was confused as to what to answer, even just to nod my head was difficult to move.

Whether to be happy or vice versa, now I have really officially bearing the status of his wife, even I myself who surrendered myself. Hopefully I can really accept all the shortcomings and advantages he has. Maybe he's not very good at world science, but I know that he's good at the afterlife. Yes I hope it can be a strong foundation of our household in the future. I hope this marriage leads me in a better direction. Yeah, I have to change. Not for him or my parents, but for myself. There's no way I'm gonna keep going like this until the day I'm picked up. Heaven will not accept a sinner until he truly repents. 

"Let me be the reason why you chose me to be your wife" I said with both netra attached to look right at the iris of her eyes.

Arda carved out a slight smile. "Ana Uhibbuki Love.[1]" Those three Arabic words really slowed my brain down. I don't understand what he's saying.

"The real dong answer. Don't know me," I said annoyed. He even laughed softly.

"Not to be thought of, you just answer me, Ahabbakalladzi ahbabtani lahu,[2]" he said which made me grunt involuntarily.

"Ogah. You must have made me, right?" it is my fierceness that he welcomes with a naughtiness.

Unbeknownst to Arda's hand had been slowly stroking the top of my head. "I hope our marriage this time can be better than before" he said with a little twitching. Ish, instead of giving me an explanation but he said something else.

"The right to ah. Males me." I deliberately crossed both hands in front of the chest, staring hostilely at Arda who actually displayed an ordinary look. This is a really nice guy.

"Dicariin daritadi it turns out you are even cool mojok in mushola. The guests invited the bride nyariin tuh," said Mamah suddenly. I turned my body so I could face him. Her annoying smile rises there.

I got up and walked closer to him. "Tell me if the bride stops," I said. Mom laughed even more.

Mamah took my hand without permission, and I was forced to follow in her footsteps. "Sir Arda Mamah borrowed it first and so did his wife" he said as we walked about two steps. I could only shake my head slowly to see the absurd behavior he was displaying.

We walked together, while Arda tailed behind. Mamah rattled me to sit in a mopaminan installed in the garden next to the house. My parents' second home is indeed large and spacious, it is very suitable if used as a place to hold this kind of event. No need to rent a building or a magnificent luxury party that can be realized.

Mamah and Papah's house is already crowded because of the large number of invited guests present. Seen from the length of the queue that is ready to congratulate each other. Prepare my feet sore and both corners of my lips numb because it must show a wide smile full of falsehood.

"Congratulations, Dar for the wedding" she said as she stood right in front of me. Do you know who the perpetrator who lightly without burden said that sentence? If you answer Lukman, yes your answer is 100 percent correct.

"Hm, sono ah buruan down. Pegel my feet from earlier stand mulu," expel me. Suddenly my heart was upset when I saw who the woman who was tailing behind her.

Lukman just nodded briefly and then switched to giving a male greeting to Arda. "Congratulations, Mas, and sorry for the misunderstanding that has occurred between us" he said.

Again I saw the little nod Lukman gave in response. "Our prayers will soon follow well, Mas," he said with eyes glancing at the woman who was now standing right in front of me. The woman was silent and embarrassed. I'm so sick of seeing her behavior.

"Aamiya. I entrust my cousin to you" Arda said with a brief pat on one of Lukman's shoulders.

"The queue at the back is still long" said my quip who got a sharp delicacy from Arda. But I'm not scared at all. They are wrong. I'm just reminding you.

"Balrakallahu laka wa jama’a bainakum - fi khairin. Brakallahu likulli wahidin minkum fi shhibihi wa jama’a bainakum' fi khairin, Mbak Adara." That Arabic sentence I got from Marwah. Gak Arda, not Marwah, they're the same. I love making them talk with the words they say. Can't that be a normal and natural congratulations?

"Aamiin's." That's all I can say. Where do I understand it means, yes have just amenkannya. Good prayer is bad business lately. Wrong itself, using all foreign languages.

"May Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala give you a blessing. May Allah lower your happiness. May Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala unite the two of you in goodness," said Arda who made my forehead shriveled confused. What are people talking about? No wind, no rain talk so rich. I don't ask him for prayers either.

"That's the meaning of the sentence Marwah said, Adara," he whispered, which I immediately responded with a sadistic injunction on his left foot. The atmosphere is crowded like this he still had time to modusin me. Really embarrassed. If the guests arrive to think about how?

"Mas why?" asked Marwah when she saw Arda's grimacing face in pain, the man glanced at me and immediately I rewarded with a sharp look. Just be careful if he speaks honestly and bluntly.

Arda smiled faintly and replied, "It's been down there, not good with the other guests." Her head moved pointing towards the length of the queue.

He was as positive as I was, better to switch the conversation than to choose to lie. It is very safe to take refuge from such false sentences. That's enough time that I became a liar. I don't want to repeat the same mistake.

Marwah nodded briefly then came down from the pelaminan with Lukman walking in front of him. What a strange couple. Not that they go hand in hand and hand, but they are far apart like people who do not know each other. I'm not sure Lukman really put his heart on a woman like Marwah. And from when did Lukman agree to his mother's ridiculous request. Can't he reflect on the events I've been through? Marriage is not always beautiful and happy. Yes, I am a bad example.

"You why Adara? I noticed from earlier your eyes were like spying on someone," said Arda when things had started to calm down a little, and not too crowded like that.

"Ah it's just a feeling you doang," I said ogah-ogahan. Both of my hands were busy looking for tissue and also a mini fan that could eliminate the sultry feeling I was currently feeling.

"You're jealous because you saw Lukman with Marwah?" Hearing the absurd question Arda even managed to make my hand motion stop. I focused on looking at him.

"If so why? Lo mind?" I said original. I was curious to hear his response, the gestures he showed were ordinary and did not imply anger.

"Father, I'm just nanya." That's all that came out of his lips. Why was my heart suddenly disappointed when I heard that. Very far from the estimate.

"Oh." I sat down in the long chair and fanned my face with a mini fan that I found in a small bag in the armchair. Maybe Mom kept it.

~TBC~

Footnote :

[1]. I love you because of God.

[2]. May God love you who have loved me because of Him.