Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 86. Meusandeng Ngoen Gata: Begin Again

Meusandeng Ngoen Gata: Begin Again

(Compared to you - Acehnese-language): (Starting back)

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Jakarta

Pocktail

He linked fingers hoping to dampen the anxiety that hit. From the beginning, mamak kept reminding him to pray during the process of kabul ijab. But his mind is hard to concentrate on. His memory was actually floating on the incident last night after Isya, when he called his three children into the room.

"Mama wants to talk." He looked at the faces of Icad, Umay, and Sasa in turn.

"I know." Umay tangkas. "Tomorrow Mom wants to marry you, right?"

"Om Tama?" Sasa's eyes immediately paced. "Mama wants nik ...."

But Icad first elbowed Umay's arm. "Diem first." Then Icad turned towards Sasa while putting his index finger in front of his lips. "Srr."

He smiled nodding. "Yes. Mama wants to marry Tama tomorrow."

"YES!" Umay clenched his right hand upward. Then turned to look towards Sasa who was still dumbfounded. "Alhamdulillah .. Our prayer finally answered, Sa. Mama married you!" Umay raced happily.

But Icad again elbowed Umay's arm. "Sstttt!"

He smiled back. "From tomorrow, we have a new family."

"Just like Reka, right?" Umay quickly snatched.

"May!" Icad glared at the younger brother who instantly silenced his own mouth while muttering. "I'm silent. I'm good."

"Yes." Yeah." He nodded. "We will be a family with om and mas Reka. Mama told me about this to Brother, Umay, and Sasa. Now Mama just wants to make sure ...." He looked at his three children one by one.

"If Abang, Umay, and Sasa .. sincerely accept Tama and Reka mas," he continued with a pounding heart. Guess what answers the children will give.

He and Tama had already talked about their wedding plans and their future being a family with Icad, Umay, and Sasa. But he felt the need to discuss it again before tomorrow opens a new page.

"Ikhlas, dong," replied Umay straightforwardly. Must have forgotten the plotting of Icad. "We're sincere, aren't we, Sa?"

"Receive what the hell does that mean? Sasa doesn't understand." Sasa who looked confused shook his head.

He swallowed. And before he could find the right answer, Umay interrupted.

"Receive om to be our father, Sa." Umay grabbed Sasa's shoulder. "What do you want to call om? If I call pa ...."

"Huh?"

One question managed to break his daydream. Making a heart palpation that suddenly disappeared from the first second Tama connected the speech of the judge without breaking in one breath has now returned.

"AH!"

And the unanimous answer from all the audience with the most convincing tone managed to make the warm grasp of mamak and bu Niar in both hands felt again.

"Alhamdulillah."

“Baarakallahu laka wa baarakaa alaika wa jama'a bainakumaa fii khoir.”

"May God bless you, both in joy and sorrow and always gather you both to good."

Furthermore, time seemed to slow down in slow motion. Mamak and bu Niar who hugged him tightly while whispering beautiful strands of prayers full of kindness. Anjani is also Dara who congratulates her with a face of sumringah. Sasa repeatedly asked, "Why is Mama's eyes red?" But it never answered because he was in the midst of the hassles of arranging a heartbeat that jumps without pause and haru taste that sniffed up to the deepest recesses.

He could only be amazed when Agam and a KUA officer approached the curtain to ask him to put his signature on a piece of paper.

It feels like a dream.

And his body seemed to be floating in the air when the mamak with Niar's mother began to help him to stand up. Then guide his steps towards the terrace of the mosque where Tama has been waiting. With Sasa continuing to wrestle his arm.

9 ... 8 ... 7 ..... During the walk, he tried hard to divert his nervousness by counting down. As the distance grew thinner, his face became increasingly heated. Surely his countenance was red because he was embarrassed to accept the blatant view of Tama directed at him.

He also had to gulp repeatedly when he finally met each other with a sharp look Tama. The man's lips looked pale despite shining a smile full of relief.

"Please, it is legal," said the ruler invited Tama to welcome his arrival. "All photos with the wedding book."

With definite steps, Tama walked over while extending a hand. While continuing to look at him all the time and throw a meaningful smile. Making him again have to swallow repeatedly in just one breath before venturing to greet Tama's speech.

Now, his trembling hand had collided with Tama's ice-cold sturdy palm. But once fused .. warmth instantly spread between the two of them. Until the whole body crushes and then melts just like that.

Meusandeng ngoen gata (along with you).

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Sarips

Baraka Allahu lakuma wa baraka ‘alaykuma

Wa jama’a baynakuma fi khayr

(Maher Zain, Baraka Allahu lakuma)

The melodious sound of the nasyid group in the courtyard of the mosque adds to the lively atmosphere. Accompany the bride's second step towards the room in the madrassa that has been decorated in such a way as to be a place to receive VVIP guests.

Her beautiful bride is definitely one of the VVIP guests. But from that moment just dwell in the tent that is in the courtyard of the mosque. Fun to chat with a man in a brown uniform that makes his heart go numb.

"We can be proud ame royal wedding kampung Koneng." A voice sounded from behind his back.

"Ho oh's. When else try kite kampung arrival office tumplek blek so atu. Uh, which police officer, anyway?"

"That's it."

"Gagah ye Kapoldanya."

"Ho oh."

"Eh, gile beneeer's dowry. Suddenly rich is Cut."

"Dream ape ye si Cut. From the cook it could be the police chief."

"Look up, Mpok. Si Cut doesn't have to be this cute ono udeh looks cute."

"Yes too, anyway. Until many are in line including Mr. Camat."

"Eh, Mr Camat didn't come?"

"There's more talk about me, guardian."

He looked back and found a group of mothers were busying with the spirit of 45.

"Ape you look around?" A most striking looking mother with a fiery red lipstick rebuked him. "So move. Get me, you."

He grumbled long short. But still according to shifting to the side. While his eyes continue to watch the movements of the idol, who is currently recording a man in a brown uniform on the stage.

"Initially, I wanted to sing the Commander's favorite song." The man in uniform pointed to the VVIP room.

Oh, so the man was the groom's man, his mind with heart heated up because it felt more and more defeated.

"But the theme is nasyid. So, I just sing another one, yeah." The man in the uniform didn't look awkward talking on stage. Far when compared to him who chatted just plain often grubbet not clear. Lose 0: 3 results of all suicide goals, he lamented with a turbulent heart.

"This is the song of choice from Syafiq" the uniformed man continued, pointing to one of the members of the nasyid team. "I just found out the song too. Sorry if it's wrong."

He sneered when he saw the angel encouraging by giving a thumbs up. His chest was rumbling more and more.

"Over this time

I searched

A true friend

Make accompanying

Holy struggle

Grateful now

Thee Divine

The friend sought

All this time

I've met"

(Brothers, True Friends)

He watched the stage and the angel who was engrossed in recording using a cell phone while grumbling in his heart.

"By the bridegroom her aura moncer tumpeh tumpeh." In between the songs he again heard the blessing of the mothers.

"Looks like sports, stamina primed, dashing really."

"I swear, just looking at the male bride has made me angry."

"Original, really."

"So kangen ame men. Mane ye the baby?"

"Guests no less make us angry too, Mpok."

"Ho oh ho oh. At first glance there was a star-like nyang pelem. Cute abis ...."

"There's a lot like artists too."

"Artists are the same star pelm, right?"

"Artist ready, Mpok? Let's ask for a photo together, nyok."

"The police are cool, too, Cing. Still young ehehehehe ...."

"Ah, yes ..who knows if there's anything bad for aye girls."

"Sssstttt, it's so noisy!" So upset, he unconsciously rebukes mothers to be silent.

And straight on checkmate by a mother who looks most confident. "Et bye, what boy is yak?"

"Surge, Tong!" The other mother glared while patting her shoulder. "Lu ngalangin me from the beautiful scenery."

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Tama

From a distance of 5 meters, Wisak looks to have been planning to hit it.

"Whoa! Congrates, brotha! I'm so happy for you!"

"Thanks, dude." He chuckled even though he almost fell backwards because Wisak really hit him without mercy. "They're ending this?"

But Wisak immediately shook his head. "No. sorry, thank you. Do the other one, me."

Then they came back laughing together.

"Sori, Rajas is still jetlagged, can't get here." Wisak shrugged his shoulders.

He nodded in understanding. Nearly a week ago, Rajas called her directly from Boston, telling her he couldn't attend a wedding. Including Armand who just flew from Hong Kong this morning.

Before turning to congratulate Pocut, Wisak had winked one eye while giving a thumbs up to him. "Be you ti ful."

He was still laughing because of Wisak when Riyadh congratulated him. "Wishing you a happy marriage."

"Thanks, Ri." - "Thanks." He patted Riyadh on the shoulder many times. "Thank you for coming."

As soon as the last guest to congratulate passed, he could only look to the side. Look at someone who is embarrassed.

"Don't look" whispered the charming woman who has now officially become his wife, Pocut.

He smiled while saying. "Eye to the front, heart to the side?"

Pocut shook his head while remaining embarrassed. But he knew his wife was blushing.

Without saying a word, he extended his right hand. But because Pocut remained unmoved, he took the initiative to pull the beautiful delicate palm and then hold it tightly.

"Never let go" he whispered wholeheartedly.

Begin again (start back).

And the friendly event just ended at ten o'clock less. The WO really took into account the time carefully so as not to interfere with the preparation of Friday prayers at the Al-A'raf mosque.

"Meet you tomorrow?" He hugged and patted her on the back before her son returned to his mother's house with a large family group.

Design nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

He smiled as Reka cheered and kissed Pocut's hand while saying shyly. "Needle father, Aunt."

But a second later it changed when Sasa asked, "Where is Reka going? Not coming to Sasa's house?"

"No," replied the short-lived designer as he rubbed the top of Sasa's head.

He had a meeting with Pocut who was also glazed to see the interaction between Reka and Sasa.

Children are the light of the heart-cooling eye, so one of the contents of the marriage sermon of the Arif ustadz is most remembered.

And before Reka left with her mother, she again grabbed her son's shoulder and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Design. Thanks ...."

The designer answered nothing. Just hugged her tighter while nodding.

Now, ahead of Friday prayer time arrives. Guests in the house only live the Hamdan yahbit family, some neighbors around, and a number of its members include Devano.

"I went inside first" he said to the guests as he caught the shadow of Pocut coming into the room alone.

He had to throb while closing the door tightly so as not to surprise Pocut who was sitting in front of the mirror.

"Mm.m ...." But Pocut still looks surprised once he realizes his presence in the room. "S-I'm s-while waiting for Mba Hanhida to take off makeup."

He smiles. "Five minutes." Turning the key behind your back in a quick motion. "Before going Friday prayers."

Pocut turned his head with a nervous expression and a flushed face. Oh, my God, he just kept smiling to himself. Look, they're both like kids yesterday afternoon who just got married. Sweaty hands, chest pounding, embarrassment bubbling. How laughable.

"I just learned this lesson from ustadz Arif a few days ago." He grabbed the phone from his pocket.

"And until now it has not been memorized." He chuckles. "I suck at memorizing verses. My bad."

Pocut frowned as he got closer then lowered his head, bowed then kneeled.

Pocut's charming eyeballs became more rounded when he grabbed the beautiful delicate palm and kissed it deeply.

After being satisfied to inhale the aroma of happiness from the most desired palm, he looked up and found Pocut had broken tears.

"Now have to look at the cheat," as he rose and pointed at the phone screen that displayed a line of prayers.

"Allahumma inni as-aluka khairaha wa khaira maa jabaltaha alaihi, wa audzubika min syarriha wa syarri maa jabaltaha alaihi," he whispered as he rubbed Pocut's tubs and kissed her deeply. ©

"MAMA!" Suddenly the door was knocked from the outside. "WHY IS THE DOOR LOCKED? SASA IS COMING IN!"

He and Pocut suddenly looked at each other while throwing a smile.

"Sasa, it's the same Grandma." Sayup-sayup heard the voices of people persuading. But the pounding on the door again sounded accompanied by Sasa's scream.

"MAMA! Open door!"

"Sasa will continue to bang if not immediately opened the door," Pocut's ring while shrinking the corner of the eye.

"That's it, huh?" He knelt down again in front of the nervous-looking Pocut.

"The door of this room was never locked." Pocut gave him a look full of regret. "Because Sasa was once traumatized by a locked door."

"MAMA! Sasa wants to come in!" Sasa's screams continued to sound.

He nodded while tightly grasping Pocut's hand and looked at the pair of charming eyes fixedly.

"Sasa was once accidentally locked in school time extra activity." Pocut's getting nervous. "Sasa was afraid from that moment when he came across a locked door. Except ... the bathroom door must be locked."

He nodded back understanding. Then he got up and opened the door.

BLAGGING!

The door opened from the outside. Following the entry of Sasa with half-run.

"Mama! why is the door locked? Sasa wants to come in!"

"Yes, sorry." Pocut rubbed Sasa's head. "So mama wanted to change clothes, so it was locked."

"UH!" Suddenly Sasa realized his existence behind the door. "No Om here?" Sasa's eyes are rounded. Then gave him an accusatory look. "I can't go into my mom's room. I have to wait outside."

Sasa suddenly pulled his hand and pushed his leg out of the room. "Get out, Om! Not here!"

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Remarks :

©. : the prayer that was given was done after the marriage contract by the husband against the wife. Means: O God, I ask from You the goodness of my wife and the goodness of the character that You keep in her. And I take refuge in Thee from the ugliness of my wife, and the ugliness of the character which Thou hast kept unto her (consultancy.com)

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