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Istikhaarah...

" Your uncle is having important business to the Office of the Education Office, soon he will return home" said my aunt.

" Grandmother, the fried banana is really good" said Syakira while chewing the food in her mouth.

" If you're nervous again, don't talk, son, go all the way!", I said with a smile at him.

" Yes ma", he said while eating his food.

" Bi, let's talk in aunt's room!, someone wants me to talk to Auntie", ask me.

" Yes, come on!", said my aunt as she passed into her room.

I followed him from behind.

Upon our arrival in his room and sitting on the edge of his bed, I began our conversation.

" Bi, bang Zainal asked me to marry him, what about Auntie?", I asked.

" If according to aunt, Zainal is a good man, even though the distance from your age is very far, but aunt is sure, that he will be a good priest for you, moreover, he is very respectful of your children", he said.

" Yes Bi, I admit that Zain is kind and respectful to my children, and I am comfortable every time we are together, but love with love is very different!", I said.

" What do you mean, son?", he asked.

" I love other people Bi, our love once, maybe aunt still remember him!", I said.

" What's his name?", he asked.

" His name is Azam, Bi!", I said.

" Your boyfriend back in High School, who was friendly and kind, and often didn't send you here first?" he asked.

" Yes Bi, Bibi still remembers Azam!", I asked.

" Yes, Aunty still remembers donk, every time you were delivered with her, your face always looked happy, since then, aunt already knew that you guys were dating, even though you never wanted to tell the same aunt", said it.

" Malulah Bi!", I said.

" Where is he now?, and how is he?", he asked.

" That's Bi, a month ago, when we had communication through WhatsApp, the middleman ship where he worked was anchored in a port in the UK, and after that, he said, I don't know how things are now, his phone number or email can't be contacted, his cousin named Princess, my college friend first, can't be contacted, I'm so confused Bi", I said with a worried tone.

" What do you say to Zainal?", he asked.

" I asked for three days bi, to make a decision whether I want to marry him or not ", I said.

" Hurry and take the time, you are in a hurry, son!, aunt is also confused to help you what, if you really like and comfortable with him, well!, you guys just marry!, you are!, why wait for something uncertain like Azam, reportedly no, do you want to worry about it like that!", said my aunt.

" Yes also Bi, but I asked uncle first!", I said.

" Why do you ask your Uncle, who wants to get married and live the marriage is you son!, so you think carefully first, if about Love, can appear when you are married later!", said aunt.

I was silent at his words. Is it true, a sense of love can arise after we get married later?, what about my promise to Azam?, I asked in my heart.

" Grandpa!" said Habib, knocking on my aunt's door.

" Yes Bib, we came again" I said.

A few minutes later, we met Uncle in the living room resting.

" Have you been home a long time uncle?", I asked.

" Just son, the uncle had an important business in the Office of the Education Office" he said.

" What important business is uncle?", I asked.

" Uncle, want to take care of the file requirements to become the principal" he said.

" What business is done uncle?", I asked again.

" Thank God, the business is quickly finished, because there is help from his friend Uncle who is in the office" he said.

" Thank God, then uncle", I said.

" Ani wants to talk about important things with uncle, can you?", I asked.

" By the way, son!", he said.

" Uncle already knows the Zainal bang right?", I asked to make sure.

" Yes uncle", I said.

" What's wrong with that Zainal?", he asked curiously.

" Bang Zainal proposed to me to marry him, what about uncle?", I asked.

" How can he be uncle, how do you son, if you really like and believe he can be a good priest for you and your children, you accept his proposal, but if you are still in doubt, pray istikharah aja, let your heart be more sure, ask for guidance from God, because only God can help you in making the right decision for your life and your children!", said it.

" I mean, how did uncle judge his character bang Zainal?", I asked.

" Uncle says he is a good and responsible man, Uncle believes he can be a good priest for you and your children" he said.

" Okay Uncle, I just want to hear that from uncle and aunt, about the final decision, I will tell Uncle!", I said.

" Yes son, may Allah SWT always meridhoi your marriage later!", said my Uncle.

" Amin uncle", I said.

This afternoon, after the ashar prayer at my uncle's house, we got ready to go back to our house.

" Did grandma's granddaughter stay tonight?", asked my aunt.

" Now, next time we will!", replied Syakira.

" Yes nek, Habib is still in the final semester exam, so afraid to bother mama, if you go back and forth here, if you have school holidays, we will sleep at grandma's house" he said.

" Okay then!", said my aunt, giving her thumbs to Habib with a smile.

After saying goodbye, we returned to our home on our motor matic.

A few minutes later, we arrived in front of our house. After parking our matic motor, I rushed down from the motor and walked towards the door of the house to open it.

We rushed into the house. We rested for a while in the living room.

" Ma, what are we cooking for dinner?", asked Syakira.

" Do you want to help mama masakin fried noodles and omelet?", I asked.

" Okay ma, Kira aja masakinnya!", he said.

" Syifa help me!", he said.

" No need to deck, Syifa just watch tv Abang Habib ya!", he said as he passed to the kitchen.

I rushed to my bedroom to break my body.

I took my phone and dialed Azam and Putri's phone numbers in turn.

The results remain the same, unable to be contacted.

I fell into a deep sleep, sleepy and tired of thinking about Azam.

I woke up, because Syakira's voice called me.

" Ma!, I've cooked dinner, we just enjoy it ma!", he said in a loud voice.

" Yes dear", I said in a loud voice as I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom in my bedroom.

After washing my face, I came out of my room, and met my children in the tv room.

They are busy watching their favorite movies and opines while eating cassava chips in the jar.

" Yes sleeping?" asked Syakira.

" Dear, baby, even though I already want Maghrib, fortunately Kira called my mother!", I said.

After the adzan magrib reverberated, we hurried to perform the congregational Maghrib prayer.

After the prayer, we had dinner together.

After eating, we continued watching soap opera while enjoying the green tea I made for me and my children.

Time passed, we went through the days happily.

May we always be together forever, my prayers in my heart while smiling at the sight of my children who have fallen asleep in their rooms.

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