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2. POV Jaffan Al Adnan

In Islam, marriage is one of the most recommended worship and included in the sunnah of the Prophet. If you only know that fiancee is a process towards marriage. In Islam you will know what is called the sermon. Khitbah is one of the processes or bridges to the guarantee recommended by Islam.

Before performing the sermon, the bridegroom needs to pay attention and understand some of the things used to determine which woman He will apply for. It is intended so that nothing unwanted happens in the future.

Therefore, we need to understand that marriage is a very sacred thing and cannot be done in a way that is playful and does not follow the rules of religion.

"Ommy.. Don't be in a hurry, huh? If the soul is not going where. God has arranged it" I said always delaying Ummi's request.

"Oh Allah, Gusti. When do you want to stay single? Next year you're 30 years old, Adnan."

I took a deep breath trying to stay calm. It's always like that if I've filled the study of mothers in our area. Ummi was often influenced by the words of the neighbors because I did not get married.

My name is Jaffan Al Adnan. Those who know me call Adnan, I am 29 years old and right, said Ummi, next year is 30 years old. I have never been married or single and never dated because from childhood until now I live in a neighborhood of religious people.

I am a permanent teacher at one of the largest Islamic boarding schools in East Java. People call me Ustadz Adnan. My parents' house is located behind the Pesantren, while my modest house is across the street from the Pesantren.

"Adnan" said Ummi, making me look at the woman who gave birth to me into the world.

"Yes, Mmi."

"Have you heard Ummi talking or not?" ask Ummi I'm named Salma.

I sighed then sat on the floor right in front of my Ummi. I held her hand gently lovingly. Ummi dares to sue me like this if Abi is not home.

"Ummi, marriage is not forced." I tried to give understanding to Ummi to understand the meaning of I was not married at an age that was enough.

"Ummi knows. But, what are you waiting for, son? Farah girl Sholehah, the son of Kyai who has been guaranteed the observance of his religion. Your children are also assured of religious knowledge," said Ummi I who dare to express my opinion, more appropriate to force me to get married when Abi is not at home.

I smiled in response to Ummi's every word because it was impossible to say rude. I remember the sins. "Marriage isn't easy, Mmi."

Ummi looks pouty. He probably already wanted his eldest son to get married. Right, I am my eldest son and my younger brother, Azmil is my student at the Pesantren cottage.

"So you do not fill tausiyah in studies or when the teacher is only material? Ummi doesn't know your way of thinking," My Ummi seems to really force me this time. An opportunity that is very rarely used really by Ummi because Abi is not at home.

"Ummy. My future wife was enjoying her time before meeting me. Ummi rest easy, every night Adnan has sent Al-fatihah for him. Praying for him to keep his alqida" I told Ummi but he was still upset because I did not know who my future wife was.

I don't even know if a soul mate or death is approaching me first.

"Ummi knows you don't know who your wife-to-be is yet, right?" Hearing the ummi question made me laugh softly because I really could not lie in the least. I am used to being honest with everyone.

"Son. Kitbah Farah, Ummi heard he admires you too."

I could only sigh deeply at Ummi's words again. Istighfar's words in my heart kept saying because Ummi was forcing me.

"What is forced is not good, Ummi. The force is divided in two. Compulsion of words and deeds. The compulsion of action is divided into two also, namely the first, which is allowed by circumstances (emergency). For example, the compulsion to drink khamar, eat carrion, eat pork, eat the property of others, or what Allah forbids. Under such circumstances, it is permissible to do all of this. Second, coercion is not allowed by circumstances (not emergencies). For example, compulsion to kill, maim, persecute, fornicate, and damage property. This is based on the word of the Prophet SAW: ''Verily Allah forgives my people from sins committed by mistake, forgetfulness, and what is forced upon them.'' This is excerpted from the book Fikih Sunnah by Sayyid Sabiq."

"Ummi wants Adnan not happy because he was forced to marry? What if finally can not love Farah when we know, it is mandatory for us to love our partner. There I sinned, Ummi."

I explained at length so that my dear Ummi would understand my situation. I know, getting married is a complement to half my religion. But, back to what if I have not found the mooring of the heart?

I admit, some kyai asked me to marry their daughter. I admit their religious knowledge is beyond doubt, only I have not been convinced to marry them. It was like something was blocking my heart from accepting them.

I also do Istikharah prayer asking for instructions on who my soul mate is. However, God gave directions like the shadow of a beautiful woman but her face was moody. A foreign woman I've never met.

"Astaghfirullah's. Sorry Ummi, son."

I smiled with a nod in response to Ummi's words that did not make my heart hurt at all.

"Assalamualaikum," Abi's voice came from the front of the house.

"Waalaikumsalam," said me and Ummi almost simultaneously. I immediately sat back on the sofa so that Abi would not question my sitting position.

Ummi touched the back of Abi's hand and then headed to the kitchen to make tea. Abi sat next to me.

"Did Ummi you force you to get married?" abi asked guessing what had happened between us.

I just chuckled in response.

"It's okay, Abi. Adnan is ordinary. Adnan to the room first," I explained then got up and walked towards my room. Tonight, I stayed at Abi and Ummi's house.

In the room, I opened my phone. I saw the Instagram app. Although I have an account on the app, but never once did I enter a picture of me or my family. My account contains only footage or videos about the science of Religion.

My forehead was frowning to see one of the gossip accounts showing me an article that made me feel sorry.

"God willing to die martyrdom while making a living for the family," I said then scroll to the side looking at pictures that are still related to the article. Instantly both corners of my lips were pulled upwards forming a smile.

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