Muhasabah Love

Remembering Laura

“Qobiltu nikaakhaha wa tazwiijahaa milmahril madzkuur khaalan.”

The words of Jib and Qabul are spoken, and Arsh shakes the weight of the covenant before God. Not only humans, but angels also bear witness to the sacred event.

The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds. He looked at the witness to ask. Then, the two witnesses nodded alternately so boisterously that a ‘sah’ sound was heard from the families present.

The breath that had been held in the throat finally came out as well. Space breathed a sigh of relief and said hamdallah followed by rubbing the face. Prayers led by the penghulu immediately airs so that the atmosphere is calm again.

Mr. Tirta patted Angkasa on the shoulder after praying. The man gave a warm smile and intended to calm down. It was not enough, he stood up and hugged. “I'm handing my daughter over to you. Love her, surpass my love for her.”

Tears of Space dripping. He had been unable to cry since arriving, but it was very difficult. The man nodded in the embrace. “Good, Uncle. God willing.”

“Shouldn't have called you like that.”

Mr. Tirta's embrace came off and was greeted with a faint smile from Space. “Sorry, Father-in-law.”

Mr. Tirta's warm attitude not only widened the heart of Space, but Mr. Aji as well. As a half-brother who was never considered, the acceptance of Mr. Tirta to his family is one thing to be grateful for. Although Mr. Tirta admitted that he would not be able to get along too much, at least the hatred was no longer burning.

The organizer of the wedding organizer invited Angkasa and others to prepare to welcome the bride when the ruler reported there must be a signature. The man invited Myria who had been in the middle room to come out.

Space left the seat and stood in the midst of the guests present. He turned around when the showman finished saying that Myria had arrived.

The body clad in a white suit was spinning 180 degrees slowly. Angkasa saw Myria in front of him with a dress and hijab that had the same color as her clothes. The man's chest suddenly tightened with irregular breathing and then clear water fell from both eyes.

The cry of Space was unstoppable due to mixed feelings. She should have been happy to get Myria again, but the behavior this time was out of control.

Seeing the child's cry so severe, Mr. Aji stood up and approached. The man hugged, but it made Angkasa even more so. There was a smile and water in the corner of Mr. Aji's eyes because he understood how his son felt now. “Pray your wife, instead of crying like this.”

Space is not silent. His shoulders were still up and down in his father's arms. All the rage in the mind and heart that has long been shackled as if now finding time to vent.

Mr. Aji's vision turned toward Myria. Her daughter-in-law was already in the arms of Mrs Caroline and Mrs Nasita.

The atmosphere is quite attractive to all guests because of the success of presenting haru.

The show filler paused the words for a moment, even some female WO workers rubbed their cheeks several times.

After being satisfied to vent emotions, the cries of Space subsided. He broke into a hug, and the father approached Myria.

Step by step success presents an omnipresent vibe in the heart. Angkasa wants to review the smile, but it is difficult because it is still as much as it is.

Within a short distance, Angkasa and Myria's steps stopped. The two stared for a while, before Myria finally kissed Angkasa's hand in honor. Ignoring for a moment the turmoil in the chest that continues to rebel, Angkasa immediately raised one other hand to wipe the head of the wife and chanted a prayer. After the prayer, the two sat down because they had to sign the file and receive the marriage book.

Different from the relatives present were busy eating and chatting, Angkasa actually lost its taste. So happy, he didn't want anything.

“Fill your stomach, later still have to reception.” Sakti approaching. He thrust a plate filled with dates and some pieces of fruit because he saw his best friend reject the offer of Mrs Nasita eating rice or other heavy food. He pulled out an empty chair next to him, then sat comfortably over breakfast.

“Lo back out this?” One date goes into Space's mouth while talking.

Suppose given Sakti. “Gue direct to ntar hotel malem. Uh, it's afternoon. Lo chat me if otewe.”

The sky turned, then nodded. His right hand was embracing Sakti without a cue. “Gue has much debt same lo.”

There's no answer. Sakti only replied with a cursory glance, then went back to devouring food.

Quite a long time the family chatted to deliver time pointing to the number eleven. Some of the guests who were present this morning said goodbye and will be back in the afternoon. Mr. Aji and Mrs Nasita even had permission to go home to Mr. Tirta.

“You guys are here or come home?” Mr. Aji asked Angkasa and Myria.

However, the newlyweds have not had time to answer, Mr. Tirta has interjected, “Let it be here. You guys stay up to the hotel later.”

Mr. Aji agrees. He left the Space at the Literature residence and went home with his wife.

People started to rest even if not for long. Angkasa and Myria headed for the room that had been cleaned. Not the newlyweds room, but the guest room because it is the preparation of the bridal room in the hotel.

Door closes. The atmosphere became awkward and felt strange, even though today was the day that both Angkasa and Myria hoped for.

“Ka .. sa.” For a minute of silence, Myria dared to speak first. He lifted his head slowly, then immediately lowered his head when he realized Angkasa was looking at him so seriously.

With a gaze pointed at the floor, Myria could see the husband's feet heading towards her. Not long after he felt a touch on both shoulders.

“Bless your head.”

The sound of Space shook the soul, pulverizing courage until only shame remained. However, even so, Myria did not want to disappoint. He followed the will of the husband.

Angkasa's lip line began to curve when his retina managed to imprison Myria's shadow. One of the men's hands was pointing behind the wife's head. “Can I open it?”

Myria's two eyes blinked regularly. He nodded carefully. The next second, felt a soft touch from inside the back hijab and followed the release of the veil ties that have since closed the face.

There should be a slur in the chest again when the hand managed to pass the protective face of his wife. Space kept trying to smile with teary eyes. “Assalamualaikum, Zawjati.”