My Love Ends At Pesantren

The Extra Part 2

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"You why Nad ? Since coming home from the boutique you become more quiet," Rika approached the friend who was again sitting under a mango tree found in the pesantren.

"I met her again, Rik, I don't know how I feel. Why do you still love that man? How long have I been trying to hate him but I can't. Does it hurt when we love but are unable to have it?" A drop of tears fell down Nadia's cheeks.

Rika chose to sit next to Nadia, wearing a headscarf that covered her best friend's head. "Never try to fight it, let the feeling flow as it is. The more you try to take it off, the stronger it binds and pulls you,"

Nadia turned to look at Rika's bead eyes, the girl who always had patience with her since childhood. His best friend he could always rely on. He smiled and nodded confirming Rika's words, he could feel it, the more he wanted to stay away from the man, the harder he was to stay away from him. It seemed like the universe did not want him to be far from the man.

"Rather than floundering here, we better go in and accompany Ummi to arrange the handiwork that Joseph will bring to the residence of his Grandmother Ainun," Nadia could only exhale roughly. He then walked in the footsteps of Rika who had left first.

The two entered and their eyes sparkled at the handover the family would bring on the wedding day of Joseph, Nadia's brother.

A set of Prayer Tools

This is a mandatory gift for Muslims because it becomes a symbol that the main focus of this family will be religion. It also becomes a symbol that the marriage between the bride-to-be holds fast to religious values. The contents of this offering are usually prayer rites, mukena, Quran, and prayer beads. With this invitation, the two brides are expected to always uphold prayer and become a symbol so that the bride-to-be always remembers the creator.

Jewelries

Jewelry is a symbol so that the bride is always glowing throughout her life.

With these trinkets the bride-to-be is expected to always shine in life and not disappoint her family.

Jewelry for the hand can be necklaces, rings, earrings, pendants, or bracelets. The amount of jewelry can be adjusted to the ability of the groom. This jewelry must be shiny so that the message is conveyed for example from gold or if it can be in the form of diamonds.

Woman's fashion

A set of women's clothing is the hope that both brides can keep household secrets well. For traditional Javanese wedding using princess fashion in the form of rags with various batik motifs and kebaya materials.

Make up Tools

Make up or makeup equipment is intended so that the prospective bride will always keep her appearance in front of her husband. In addition, the handover also means the groom is ready to provide body care and also make up for his future wife.

A pair of wedding rings

This delivery will make the bond of love lasting. Usually a wedding ring will be given a pair or set where one is for the bride and one is for the groom. Usually for Muslim brides, the ring for men is not gold.

The delivery contains slippers, sandals, or shoes has a meaning so that the two brides are always in line to sail the household ark.

Handbags

Bags can also be used for handover goods. This means the prospective groom is expected to be able to finance the needs of his wife.

" Masha Allah is very beautiful Ummi, I want one dong Ummi," said Nadia while looking at a pair of sandals that will be made as a wedding gift of Joseph, the older brother.

"You baby ?" Ummi Kalsum asked with a meaningful face, Nadia nodded with her gaze still fixed on the call.

"Dearn dear, your future husband will bring for you," hearing her general remark, Nadia could only pursed her lips.

"Have ? How to get married if your boyfriend does not have one," he said then chose to sit on an empty bench.

"Who said marriage should be with a boyfriend ? That marriage with our soul mate son, someday if it is time to be reunited then you will definitely get married," Umm Kalsum approached his daughter, he could see if in the eyes of his daughter there was a concern.

"Are you having a problem, baby ?" The hijab of the princess with great affection.

"There's no Ummi, I'm fine" he said. Nadia tried to cover up her nervousness.

"It's a shame you never try to lie to Ummi, Ummi who has given birth and raised you. Ummi knows very well about you, so let's say," Umm Kalsum tries to question her daughter's baldness.

"I'm ashamed of Ummi," hearing the princess's reply Umm Kalsum just smiled, he couldn't force Nadia to tell a story. He knew that girls of his daughter's age had a high level of shame. She believes her daughter is an adult, Nadia will definitely be able to solve every problem she faces.

"Yes, you don't have to tell a story dear if your heart is not ready. Ummi hope whatever you do then think about the impact that will arise, never make a rash decision dear. Ummi was convinced Nadia was a smart child Ummi, who was able to distinguish between haq and batil." Nadia just nodded with a smile. He is grateful that Umminya is not the type of parent who likes to force the will, he has not been able to tell the love problems he faces. He prefers to talk to Rika.

After talking in the living room, Nadia chose to go into the room. When the magrib will come, he chooses to clean his body first and then get ready to carry out his duties as a Muslim.

***

The moon of night has greeted this earth, with its light that always illuminates this nature. Nadia again took the little book in her bag, then took Pena. It was time to put his heart in the book.

Dear deary's...

Today I met him again after a few weeks without seeing him, I deliberately avoided the usual path on campus so as not to meet him. But unfortunately today we were even reunited, ah it seems like the universe does not allow me to avoid it.

Ahhe.. His handsome face always caught my attention. My heart is still beating fast if I look at those beautiful beads.

God let me get rid of this feeling, a feeling that always * makes me claustrophobic and a stupid girl. It's a very painful feeling, a feeling I won't be able to express to her. Only this book bears witness to how much I love him.

It is painful to love but not to have it. Seeing her with her lovers made my chest feel tight, really feeling this tormenting me. I tried to forget it but I couldn't, my heart still craved it. I don't know what to do again.

Pain, it hurts to love in silence, to want to have it but this body is unable to pronounce it. Talking to him is just anger and rage. Quarrels I can't avoid, I always want to vent my resentment that I can't afford to have.

Be ill.... 😭😭

Marked

Love Sapphira

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