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“Lho? Where is Buk Ubay?” Binar asked as she had just come out of the room to put Chan to bed.
“Udah home. Just aja. Said there was still business at the clinic.” Reply Rukayah.
“Chan have you slept?” Tanya Ustadz Shuhada's.
“Udah, Dad. Just aja. Almost cry. Because of every move, peri said.”
“Later tonight felt it pegel linunya.” Rukayah. “Nduk, here, sit. I want to say something to you.” Pinta Rukayah later.
Binar followed his mother's request. He sat in front of his parents. “What's up, Buk?”
“But forgot to tell you. Yesterday, Ms. Rw came to see my mother at the stall. He wants to introduce you to his cousin who lives in Magelang. Widower, son 3. The big one is already second grade High School. And the last class 6 or how much, I forgot. Entrepreneur garment. If you're willing, Ms. Rw would like to ask for a picture of you as Chan to be loved by that person. Perhaps your heart is tapped this time, Nduk.”
Rukayah's speech implied how much she hoped that her daughter would marry.
Binar. Trying to digest every sentence spoken by his mother. Duda, son three. That means she has to be a mother of four children at once. I don't know why his heart is heavy.
Astaghfirullah... Lirih Binar's.
“Where, Nduk?”
“Buk Binar did not continue his sentence. He doesn't know what to answer. He just stared at them. He knew how much his parents had hoped for him.
“Bin. Don't torture yourself like this. Do you want to complete half of your faith? Don't you want to lean on your priest? Dad's okay. Don't think about it too much. Inshaa Allah, father will strive to quickly heal with His Permission.”
“We're forever beside you, Nduk. For the rest of our lives, there is only one wish for your father and mother. That is to see you marry the right person, who can be a priest to you, and become a father to Chan. Who can replace us lead you to His jannah."
Rukayah's tears are gone. Although he tried to hold it, but he was still unable to control his sadness.
The binar was crying. He also shed his tears with his face down. Long time in such a position. Sobbing, in his little heart he was deciding something.
“Buk, please apologize Binar to Bu Rw. Binar can't accept that guy.”
Ustadz Shuhada closed his eyes. He had expected it from the beginning. So too with Rukayah. He seemed very disappointed by the stubbornness of his daughter.
“But, give Binar one month time. Binar wants to strengthen the heart of Binar to receive the feelings of Mas Ubay.”
Ustadz Syuhada and his wife, who had bowed down in disappointment, now looked at their daughter with a face of sumringah.
“Truly, Nduk?” Rukayah asked to convince herself that she was not hearing wrong.
“Inshaa Allah, Buk.”
“Alhamdulillah's... Whatever your decision may be, I'll support you, son. As long as it is on the path that Allah guides. May God set your heart, Son.” Ustadz shuhada also glazed. But not to cry.
“Amin, Yes. Hopefully, this is the best choice for Binar at the right time.”
“Nak Ubay must be very fond of it.” Seloroh Rukayah who so impatient to immediately get Ubay as his son-in-law.
The feelings of both of Binar's parents were already half relieved. At least, now they have got a yellow light from their daughter.
Adzan maghrib. End the conversation of the Binar family about his marriage. He immediately took ablution and went to the mosque together with Rukayah. While Ustadz Syuhada chose to pray at home because he could not if he had to pray in the mosque.
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“Truly Pam?” Haya seemed enthusiastic when listening to the story of his son.
“Alhamdulillah.” Hendrana.
“Hopefully this becomes a bright spot huh Ma, Pa.” Pamungkas. He leaned his body against the couch in the living room of his parents' house. Trying to calm his feelings of joy because he will soon meet his baby. With his flesh and blood.
“Don't now, Ma. Tonight, I want to make sure. After everything is clear, later Mama and Papa join.” Answer Pamungkas.
“Good. Good idea.” Answer Hendrana.
“So what time do you want to go? This is maghrib.” Ask Haya.
“Soath maghrib I'll go straight away, Ma.”
“Already, be careful on the road. Mama Sama Papa can only mendo’ hopefully this time is not a false hope like already.”
“Iya, Ma.”
As promised by the Company. After finishing the Maghrib prayer together at the home of his parents, Pamungkas immediately went to the address given by Reanty this afternoon.
His hands were shaking while driving his car. He continued to pay attention to the gps installed in his car, which led him to go to that address.
His heart kept beating fast. With a million happy hopes waiting for him.
He was busy thinking about what sentence he would first say before his son later? Or what will he say that does not offend the family that has taken care of his child?
The end is very enthusiastic. Nearly an hour was not felt for him.
The car has entered the vaving streets in the residential area. He continued to pay attention to the gps screen that told him to stop in front of a tennis court in the middle of the housing complex.
“You have arrived at the destination.” Sound from the gps screen.
Finally pull over his car, then get down and pay attention to the surroundings. Looks deserted. He looked at the houses around him. He then approached a young man who was seriously playing mobile phones in front of his house.
“Sorry, Mom. Want tanya.”
The young man immediately turned his eyes to Pamungkas. “Iya?”
“Which address is this, Mas?” Ask by showing the boy a paper containing the address.
The young man looked seriously at the address that Pamungkas had given him. “Oh, if this is in the alley next door, Mas. Mas just enter through it, there will continue to be a mosque, Mas ask again the same people around it, I also do not understand if there is no name.” Obviously the young man while showing the direction to Pamungkas.
“Oh, that's it, Mas. Thanks a lot, Mas.” Said the whole thing while nodding politely. Then go back to his car.
The young man just nodded to Pamungkas before continuing the game on his phone.
Finally, he pointed his car towards the direction mentioned by the young man. When he stopped his car in front of a mosque, adzan isya’ also reverberated. So Pamungkas decided to pray first before continuing his search.
He immediately walked towards the ablution place for men. Freshness instantly infiltrated every pore of his face as the water touched the surface of his face.
After that, he went straight into the mosque, performing sunnah prayers two rakaat, then sat down to wait for congregational prayers.
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