Noctah Black Marriage
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Monday morning, Qia's mentang-matang ngasuh, I became a mager. Seven o'clock was still covered in bed. Hawa Sukabumi this morning is still cold. Inside the blanket keeps me warm.
Last night, thinking about Li, I couldn't sleep. The effect is still sleepy.
“Bobo again ah,” muttered.
While Qia must have been traveling with her Grandparents. Hopefully Mama-papa is still at home in Indonesia, so I can relax in taking care of Qia. He ….
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“Hoam ...”
I squirm. The morning sunlight had stopped breaking through the glass window of my room. That means it's noon because the light is rising.
A large voice sounded from outside the room. Whose mom is talking to who, anyway? Without thinking about the appearance I just pull the handle of the room door. Intention will only look a little, uh even found out.
“Tuh, Momi just woke up,” exclaimed Mama to Qia.
I was ashamed of myself. More embarrassed it turns out the person who was chatting with Mama Papa is Mr. Irsyad aka Li Chen. Hah, how could he know the address of my rented house?
My eyes bought as soon as consciousness gathered.
“Morning Mr. Irsyad, He ..” said I was wrong.
“Siang too,” reply.
The afternoon? Oh yeah, it's noon already. I looked at the wall clock already showing at 10:30 WIB.
“Ih, Sal, that's polite try if there's a guest. It's messed up so appearance,” scold Mama.
I just woke up if I just woke up. Oh maygod! My hair, my hair, my hair, my pyjamas, how's this? Li has already seen. Why am I so shy and shy, anyway?
Li secretly stole a glance. He cupped his mouth as he was about to laugh, but was arrested.
“Sorry, then say goodbye first. Want to take a shower,” I said.
I just play in the bathroom and immediately use as much soap as possible to make it fragrant. After spending half an hour cleaning myself, I became confused. How not? When I entered the bathroom, I did not bring a towel and a change of clothes. I forget that in my rented house, the bathroom is only one and is located outside the room, more precisely next to the kitchen.
I'm wearing pajama clothes again? I will smell again my body. Forced, I called Mama slowly. For fear of being caught by the guest.
“Mah, mah ...,” call me from inside the bathroom. “Mah,” my ul.
“Iya, Sal why?” There was the sound of Li's baritone speaking.
Had, why did he get in the kitchen, anyway?
“That's you, Mr Irsyad, yes?” I'm still in the bathroom.
“Yes, I washed my hands. Want to call Mama? But her mom was eating Qia in the room. What's wrong? Do you need help?” ask from outside the door.
“Oh. It's nothing, really. You better go ahead. Papa must be waiting.”
“Yakin don't need help?”
“Yakin.”
“Yes already, I want to go forward again. I'll tell my mom later, if you call.”
“I-iya. Thank you.”
Not long after, there was a sound of steps approaching the bathroom. Is that mama?
“Sal ... Irsyad said, you called Mama, didn't you? What's up?” it seems right mom.
“Mah, please get me a towel, dong!”
“Ampun, Salma. Why are you so fucked up like this? Wait, Mama get it first.”
I don't know like I'm not. Suddenly forgot and misbehaved after knowing who was visiting. Li must have been visiting because there was Papa-mama. They ‘kan was indeed familiar from the first. But you know where, my address? Are they still keeping contact with each other?
After bathing and looking neat, not forgetting to wear a hijab, I approached Li, Mama and Papa who were chatting on the terrace.
“Mah, Qia sleeping?”
“Iya. Oya, you really wear a hijab at home?” ask Mama.
“Oh, anu, what is it? We ‘kan indeed have to close aurat,”, I said.
“Oh so apparently.”
“Salma, sit!” papa's word.
I also sat down to follow them.
“Li, uh, I mean Mr. Irsya. Know where my rented house is from?”
“From Lydia Tea. Yesterday, I actually went back to the mosque. His intention was to follow the closing event of a meal. But don't see you anymore. They say you've gone home with Lydia Tea. Because incidentally, on the committee report, Lydia's contact was registered. So, yes I contacted him to ask for your address.”
“You know too, if I don't live in the house I used to?”
“That's. Can I have time ...”
“What place?”
“Separ check also there. He ...”
Li looked embarrassed. At first he seemed to be shy. We have been friends and close for a long time. Maybe the effect because long time does not meet times, huh?
“Oh. Coincidentally there was Mama papa too.”
“Iya.”
“Call me Irsyad or Li, don't use 'Sir'. Oya, I'm sorry about your divorce.”
Kok, sorry anyway? I delivered it with pleasure. Ah, he's not very sensitive.
“What's Sal? What you said just now. So you bought a restaurant, but Hans took over for you to divorce?” Mama ensured.
Why did I forget? If Mama papa I have not told you about the cafe Resto.
“What's the resto cafe that you saw the other day?” papa Timpal.
“Iya, Pah.”
“Ekhm, he said he had friends,” papa quipped.
“Sorry, Pah.”
“Already, after all it's past.”
“Iya. Shout love Pah. Oya Li, by the way, you could be a convert, how is the story?” I'm very curious.
Li also talked about her religious experience. While heading to the airport, to fly to Beijing and get married and settle there. Li had a terrible accident. Life is so felt at the fingernails.
In his sudden dying he heard the call of the adhan from a mosque that was out of nowhere. The call of Azan felt as if calling him. Determine in your heart, if God gives you life one more time, you will learn the religion of Islam itself.
Li had a pretty bad accident. He was also in a coma for up to a month. It would be a marvellous miracle if until this moment he could still breathe. The chance to live he really uses according to determination. After learning that God is one in the letter of Al sincere, guidance came. Thank God Li Chen did not waste it. He is the Istiqomah undergoes all and is consistent.
“Alhamdulillah yes, Allah, finally we are one belief,” I said gratefully.
“Actually, my arrival here, there is an intention to convey,” I Li.
“What do you mean, Li?” ask papa.
“Iya, what do you mean?” my timpals are impatient.
My heart please! Why is it so jedug?
“Ehmm .. I mean ...”
Allahu akbar .. Allahu akbar .. heard the sound of azan reverberating. Marking the time dzuhur has arrived.
“Azan tuh!” said Papa.
“Iya. We should listen to azan first,” said Li while looking down full of confusion.
Aish .. azan hurry up! Jang long ago, pliss .. I can't wait to hear what Li will say.
Laa ilaaha.
Azan was finally finished.
“Then we go to the mosque, yuk! Coincidentally the mosque is close from here,” invite papa.
“Pah, wait a minute. Let Li finish the talk earlier,”, I asked.
“Depart, we pray first, Sal,” reject papa.
“Ih, Papa ...” Nadaku.
“Pah, I intend to apply for Salma,” cetus Li without warning.
“Apply?” reset mom.
“Yes, Mah, Pah. Can I marry Salma?” ask Li.
“Ekhm .. if this problem .. we should ask directly to Sal-”
“Mau-mau. Salma wants Pah, Mah,” I answered steadily without waiting for papa's speech to finish.
“This lizard, asked also not yet. I told you to want.”
“Eh ..” I'm so embarrassed and close both lips while looking down to play the fingernail.
“So it's true you want to marry Li?” mama assured.
This time I nodded slowly in response.
“Alhamdulillah, finally ..” said Li gratefully.
“Alhamdulillah, finally Li became our ghost too, yes, Mah?”
“Iya, Pah.”
A joyous shout emanated from both my parents.
“Oya, but now I have Qia. How?”
“Good, means I got a bonus,” Li replied lightly.
“You really don't mind and will accept Qia?”
“God willing. Qia I will consider as my own child. Yesterday I was familiar with me too. She's not fussy ‘kan play with me?”
“Thank God, then. I'm relieved.”
“Then, it is better now we pray first. Later we finish our prayers for lunch, as well as talking about this further,” papa's advice.
Papa and my future husband, uh he means Li, they both went to the mosque near the house. My mom and I prayed at home. My dzuhur prayer this time was so solemn and unceasingly expressed gratitude. May Li and I be made easier and launched in carrying out the wedding plan later. Aamiins.
Smiles continue to rise from my lips. As spring arrived, flowers bloomed in the garden of the heart. The fragrance intoxicates a taste called kasmaran.
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