MY LOVE ENDS WITH YOU

THE TAARUF 1

DAVIS POV

--- - Office -----

Today is Friday, I'm back in the office. I only left it for 2 days but the work piled up so much. Proposals of new strategies proposed by the Project Planner section fronted by Narita, come in so much.

Ahh, just remembering it to be one of the most important parts of my company alone, has made me smile with pride. I read some strategy proposals, there are some things that need great effort for their application. In the digital era like today, the role of the IT field is very large to support the development of a business, including my business.

Through the intercom, I asked my Secretary Permata to prepare a meeting with the related sections. When the time of the meeting has arrived and all the meeting participants have gathered in the Dirut meeting room, I immediately enter the meeting room. Someone I expected to attend the meeting turned out to be unable to come because there was work outside the office that had to be completed.

We also discussed many things, one of which is there is an advertising strategy. The advertising concept does not exist, but from the marketing section proposes the advertising star is our own employees. Selected who has an attractive look so that it is easy to attract followers on social media. Yes, advertising through youtube channels and instagram is one of the most effective for now.

Some people asked me and Alin to be the main cast of the ad. But I refused. All parties are urgent, with various arguments that they express so that I can not avoid. With a heavy heart, I agreed, on the condition that I did not want to be fully arranged by the ad director. Then I asked the general section to immediately prepare for cooperation with advertising companies.

NARITA POV

I haven't seen Davis in 4 days. We just exchange messages and sometimes video calls. His busy life as a President apparently requires him to work even harder, even several times we video call, he is still in the office.

Ever since Daniel proposed to me, he's been braver enough to go to my room, bring me snacks to share with my fellow roommates, and even purposely take me out to eat alone. Actually it's not unusual for Daniel and I to eat together, but when we invite our friends, they will definitely reject it.

As for Arnold, knowing Daniel had dared to propose to me, he began to keep his distance. He never sent me coffee and snacks. Rarely in the genk group. Even when we accidentally met, he just nodded his head without saying a word of greeting.

Genk we also a few weeks this rarely meet. There are some who are busy with their work, their partners or in the process of pedekate, I also secretly take English courses (IELTS) to achieve my other ideals.

Regarding Davis and Daniel's proposal, I've been trying to ask for clues to decide which option I would take. Two weeks passed but I was still upset and could not decide anything.

I remembered my routine schedule tomorrow. Mr. Ustadz several times reminded the taaruf participants who will be met not to forget to attend the study. I was quite curious and stubborn, who are the people who have chosen me, will we be a match for each other? I actually have her bio, but I don't seem to know her before.

Sister Sriti also reminded me to not forget to come. I asked him to come with me so I could be more confident.

The next day, after the subuhan, I immediately cooked, cleaned the apartment, ate, and then took a shower. For some reason, this time I want to wear a t-shirt and hijab syar’I even though if usually only wear jeans, long-sleeved hem clothes, and a collar that is draped on the head. After dressing up, I looked at my appearance from the reflection of a wide mirror that displayed my entire body. 

“Alhamdullillah” I smile while twirling my body in front of the mirror.

This time I get a message from mbak Sriti that he has arrived at the place of study, while I have not yet left. After reading the message, I immediately got down to the parking lot and set off to drive my car.

Arriving at the location, immediately I parked my car, then contact mbak Sriti.

“Naritaaa,,,” mbak Sriti immediately hugged me when we had met. I was amazed by his attitude this time.

“Tumben why?? Why?” I said after we loosened our arms.

“Finally Na” mbak Sriti back tightened his embrace.

“Mbak, this is just an early introduction. Not necessarily also we match” said me while patting the back of mbak Sriti who was hugging me.

“Hush, don't tell me that. This time I'm sure he's someone you've been waiting for. I'm sure you and her will match each other.” mbak Sriti looks at me after releasing her embrace.

“Aamiin” I said as I cupped my palms to my face.

The taaruf participants had been gathered in a separate room. Muslims are gathered in one room. Before we were brought together, we were given instructions in advance by the ustazah on how we behave, answer questions, and choose words to accept or reject taaruf with our candidates.

We were also asked to wait to be found. Recalling in this meeting, we were accompanied by ustadz, ustadzah and several witnesses from the committee of study, so we had to wait for the turn.

When a Muslim woman was called, I estimated the time they spent in the room to be about 30 minutes, even though there were only 15 minutes.

“Na, your hands are so cold. You nervous huh?” ask mbak Sriti.

“Iya. I also deg-degan mbak” said me later.

No doubt during this long enough waiting time, I have been pacing the bathroom several times.

According to the ustadzah information that gave us the briefing, for today there are 11 couples who will be met. We wait for the queue according to the number that has been drawn and held by the male side. I don't know what number I got myself. 

Sriti and I spent a lot of time waiting by telling stories. We each exchange experiences about our work and activities. Sometimes even mbak Sriti took out her joke which made me forget a little bit my nervousness.

Without feeling, my name was finally called. My head felt heavy, my eyes were twitching, my body was limp, my legs were limp as if boneless. Even I who will rise from sitting lesehan was limbung and almost fell if not immediately held by mbak Sriti.

“Na, why are you? Pain?” ask mbak Sriti worried.

“Mbak healthy right?” ask ustadzah.

I just reply with a smile and say “ Insyaalloh healthy mom. Maybe this is because of the nervous effect of bu”

“OK don't have to hurry, calm down first mbak! Is it possible to be interrupted by 1 other participant first?” ustadzah.

“No need mom. I want it now. Faster better” I also prepare myself, my heart, and my physique to enter the room.

I followed the ustadzah who had first entered the room.I only dared to look down.

When my name is called and it is welcome to sit right next to the ustadzah, I follow it but still with a lowered view.

After I sat down, Mr. ustadz began to say:

Assalamu’alaikum,

Sister Nak Narita Prameswari, a few days ago there was a young man who was Insyaalloh sholeh, well established, educated, educated, and it was ready to get married that asked me to be introduced to one of my Muslim women through the taaruf process.

Then he gave his biodata and I also gave the biodata of the Muslims who were ready for a household.

Today he was present, asking to be reunited and introduced to Nak Narita who if you are paired and you are compatible with each other, Insyaalloh can continue to the next level.

Nak Narita, please raise your face and introduce yourself!

I slowly raised my face and the first thing on my mind was to look for the whereabouts of Mr. Ustadz. Because to my knowledge in the room was quite a lot of people, I was afraid to guess wrongly who was someone who invited me to taaruf.

But when my eyes found the figure of someone I knew, who I never thought would be there at all, my eyes fell wide, I covered my gaping mouth in shock at both palms. My whole body feels stiff as if I can't deliver it. I stayed in place for a few minutes.