My Choice of Woman

Episode 8

That night Mother came to Farah's room. Bring two glasses containing warm chocolate and a plate of chocolate cookies. As usual Mother stroked the head of Farah covered with hijab. Smilingly.

“Farah, Mommy wants an important talk with Farah,” said Mommy.

Farah scrunched her forehead. “Mother want to talk about what?”

“How to reply Farah?” ask Mommy.

“An answer to what question Mother?” reply Farah who actually does not understand the answer asked by Mother.

“That time, when Mother was visiting Farah's house with Ilham. Remember?”

About that match. Mother wants answers now.

Actually Farah thought about this since living in this house. He used to yell at Mom about the match. That's what my mom and dad asked me before they died. And mother, good man.

Should I refuse this match?

He recalled the debate Balqis and Jihan had a few months ago in the school library. Balqis says no old man's ridho leads to a better direction.

If I accept this match, I may be able to accept Inspiration, even learn to love her. Can she accept me? Accepting all my shortcomings. Is it possible that he could learn to love me or at least like me?

Inner Farah churned.

“Sorry Mother, I can't answer it now. I need istikharah first.”

Finally Mother understood and wanted to wait for Farah's answer again.

***

Inspiration jolted, his breath gasping – gasps, glancing at the wall clock in his room. At three in the morning. He still does not believe, already three times Ilham woke up with this condition. Three times he dreamed of this girl.

In his dream, the girl wore a white wedding dress impressed simple but elegant. Wearing a hijab but not leaving a command syar’i. On the hijab the girl mounted a beautiful flower crown. The girl carrying a bunch of red roses with her hands wearing henna made a beautiful and beautiful impression.

Inspiration does do istikharah because asked by Mother, but did not expect only the girl who often stopped by. Still can't believe it. Then he decided to pray tahajud, so that his mind was calm.

***

As the sleeping position was lacking to the middle, Farah ended up falling off the mattress cot sliding onto the floor. He awakens.

"Astaghfirullah."

What dreams did Farah last night. He saw Ilham waiting for him near the lake. Ilham was seen wearing after a white suit, white cloth trousers as well. Come to think of it the groom's shirt.

“Why can she stop by my sleeping flowers?” farah Guman.

Farah soon felt that her forehead hurt from the fall. A little bruising like that. At that moment Farah glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of her room. At four o'clock in the morning, soon the morning adhan reverberated. Farah hurried to clean up, wudhu then dawn prayer.

***

Return to the morning that always gives new energy. Morning is one night passed. There were a lot of school children rushing to school. There are civil servants, teachers, office employees, vegetable traders and all professions busy with their respective affairs.

The morning also happened at the cake shop. Serving customer orders. This morning, many people were waiting to buy a piece of bread for breakfast. This rush gives Farah little room not to think about her dream last night.

But still Farah also does not want ‘treat to care’. Farah better clean the tables.

***

“This can drive me crazy Bun. I've followed the advice of Mommy,” said Ilham a little upset.

“Then the answer remains him right?” ask Mommy.

“Yes she who appeared complete with a wedding dress, a crown of flowers that coiled on her head, carrying a bunch of blood red roses and her hands wearing henna.”

“Means he is your soul mate,” said Mother smiling.

“Not!" answer ketus Ilham.

“Ilham how many years will it take for you to get married? You are twenty-six years old.”

“But I'm not ready Bun. I don't even know him.”

“That's because you don't want to talk to him for a while. But Mommy is sure you will know him when you are married later.”

“I can't do this Bun!” firmly Ilham.

“Why? You are still waiting for the person who may now have belonged to someone else. Even that person has no news where his existence for six years,” said Mother no less firmly.

“Serah Mommy!” Ilham grunted in annoyance.

“Mother please, you should never leave a definite decision. Let alone exchanging it with your vain waiting,” reply Mother calm.

“In this world nothing is created to be useless.” After colliding with his mother, Ilham passed away leaving the mother's office. Go with anger, disappointment and annoyance.

***

Farah saw Ilham pass away and slightly slammed the door of the mother's room. Looks full of anger.

Farah who was busy cleaning the table, arrived – was asked to face mother in her room.

Farah doesn't understand. “Why did you call me?” farah's

After entering the mother's room and sitting in a chair facing the mother, that's when the mother issued a surprising question.

“Has Farah been dreaming lately?” ask Mother with an unmoved look.

Farah just nodded. Honestly, nothing is covered up.

“Farah dreaming about what?” ask Mother again.

Farah said honestly. “I dreamed of seeing Ilham, eh ... I mean Mas Ilham complete with wearing a white groom shirt.”

Mother smiled. “You are indeed a match.”