PREMARITAL

Second Meeting (shameful)

After praying Isya, Shara returned to the place where she was staying. She gracefully walked towards the door of her room, as she was about to open the door she was startled by a man who was holding her back to enter the room

"Mom, what do you want?" ask the man.

"I want to go in" Shara replied as she pointed her finger at the door.

"Well, we're not acquainted yet, why did you want to come in?" tell the man lightly.

Shara frowned, she did not understand what the man was talking about.

"Mas, wasn't that the time one seat with me, on the train?" Shara felt familiar with the face of the man in front of her now.

"Yes, you remember me." Sakha is grinning the horse.

Shara did not care about the silly behavior of the unknown man, he returned to his original intention to immediately enter his room.

"Eh, I'm in." Sakha again held back Shara's movements.

"His mom why the hell? Why did you forbid me to come in?" Shara began to feel annoyed at Sakha, she asked in a slightly pressing tone.

"This is my room, Ma'am!" Sakha pointed to the number stuck on the door.

Shara looked at Sakha's index finger, wondering why her room number had changed.

Shara saw the door next to her, she realized why the man was holding her in the room.

"Mas, there seems to be a misunderstanding here." Shara spoke while pointing her index finger at the door on her left.

Sakha spontaneously follows Shara's index direction, she scrunches her forehead when she sees an oddity

"Eight, shem... Six?" murmured Sakha, her eyes widened as she looked at the number stamped on the door of Shara's room.

"After eight it should be nine, why six?" sakha said unconsciously.

"Because the numbers are upside down, Mas's room, over there." cried Shara in a flat tone.

Sakha turned her eyes to a door numbered six, she again grinned the horse at Shara.

"Sorry, Ma'am. I guess this was my room," said Sakha, her behavior turned unnatural. Why could it give the impression of embarrassment, when reunited with Shara.

"I'll go in first, excuse me."

Shara went straight into the room, not caring about Sakha who was still in her place.

Sakha is cursed at her stupidity, she feels she has no more face to meet Shara.

He immediately walked to his room, along with a bad feeling for Shara.

***

In Shara's room resting her body on the bed, she rested her muscles before preparing for the seminar tomorrow morning.

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Shara's phone shook quite hard, leaving her closed eyes open again. Shara looked at the screen of her phone, "Umi," he said slowly.

"Assalamallaikum, Umi's."

"Wa'allaikumussalam, Ra. What are you, son?" ask Umi over there.

"While sleeping, what's the Umi?" Shara asked back.

"Umi wants to eat with Abi again, have you eaten?" ask Umi again.

"Already, Umi. You'll eat first, Mi." suggested Shara.

"Yes in a minute. Ra, you take care of yourself there well, if you can finish the seminar, you just go home." pinta Umi.

"Permy... Shara will want to take a vacation first, only a week Umi." said Shara gently, he understood what Uminya meant.

"Shara can take good care of herself."

"Sure, Umi. Greetings to Abi. Shara hang up, dad. Assalamallaikum." said Shara, he waited for a greeting from Uminya, before actually ending his call.

"Wa'allaikumussalam."

Kneututut.

***

Sakha who had just finished her bath, she immediately lay down on her bed. He began to close his eyes, but the shadow of a person flashed suddenly in his mind.

"Astagfirulloh, why did the face of the Mother come to my mind, anyway." Sakha rubbed her face rough, she tried to wipe the shadow of Shara's shady face in her mind.

"I'd better get to bed soon, before that shady face comes up again."

Sakha immediately wrapped her body using a blanket, she intends to go to sleep immediately.

Sakha's phone rang loudly, one incoming call was on her phone screen.

Sakha immediately picked up the phone call, without seeing the name of the caller first.

"Yes, hello.."

"Wa'allaikumussalam." a woman's voice opened Sakha's eyes instantly.

He glanced at the screen of his phone, "Assalamallaikum, Mom. I'm sorry I didn't see who called first." Sakha told Salma's mother.

"Let's see first, bad habits are his name." exclaimed Ms. Salma .

"Yes, sorry, Mom. Oh yeah, what's the matter with you calling Akha at night?" ask Sakha politely.

"Mother and Father are in your house now, where are you?" said Ms. Salma.

"Mother, are you home now? Why didn't you tell me you wanted to visit?" Sakha sat on her body, surprised to hear that her parents were already in her house.

By his means home is the house Sakha rented while she was in college and working in Bogor. Actually Sakha is native to Jakarta, but he studied at one of the universities in the city of Bogor.

"It was going to surprise you, but you weren't even home. Where are you now?" ask her mother again.

"Sakha, it's in Bandung, Mom." replied Sakha.

"Hand? What are you doing there?" mother Salma's voice sounded slightly up.

"Happy, hehehe," Sakha replied chuckling.

"Sakha, you're still like this. When are you gonna find a future wife? You're cool with yourself" Salma told her son.

"Yes, Sakha will definitely find a good daughter-in-law for Mom" replied Sakha as she was.

"Always like that your answer, find the woman you will invite to KUA, not just for your fame!" salma exclaimed at her only child.

"Mom, if Allah has not brought Akha together with Akha's soul mate, how else?" sakha said, he was actually tired of hearing the words of his mother who always demanded him to quickly find a companion. But he tried to contain his frustration, because he did not want to offend his mother.

"Usaha! Ask for prayer, take effort!" salma answered firmly.

Sakha sighed softly, she tried to be patient in the face of her beloved Mother's chant.

"Yes ma'am, Akha's got to. Yasudah, Akha wants to rest first. Mom and Dad also rest. Assalamallaikum."

Sakha flung out her body, she repeatedly took her breath in.

"How about getting married, just getting married I ran away."

murmured Sakha in her heart.

***

Allah Subhanahu wa Ta’ala said:

وَأَنْكِحُوا الْأَيَامَىٰ مِنْكُمْ وَالصَّالِحِينَ مِنْ عِبَادِكُمْ وَإِمَائِكُمْ ۚ إِنْ يَكُونُوا فُقَرَاءَ يُغْنِهِمُ اللَّهُ مِنْ فَضْلِهِ

“And take care of those who are alone among you, and those who are worthy (married) of your male and female servants. If they are poor, God will make them capable by His gift.” [An-Nuur/24: 32].