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The day that awaits

Outside the hijab-shar'i girl was seen standing on her back to the door. Waiting for the young man to speak.

"D–Dek?" Call Ilyas who is ready to make the girl's tears fall. In a hurry she wiped her tears. Smiling while turning over.

"I hear, Mas Ilyas is getting married?" tanyanya. The man nodded.

"Yes, Deck. Did you hear from Mom?"

"Dad, who said at dinner last night."

"Oo.." the young man was a mangosteen."

"Hurry up.." he murmured softly. "Could it be, when Dad asked Mas Ilyas to come, actually, Mas himself already had a candidate?"

The man in front nodded slowly. Fatimah understood, she immediately raised both of her hands.

"This, for, Mas Ilyas." Stretching medium-sized paper bag.

"This, what?"

"Gift for your wedding.., the day after tomorrow," he replied that had paused at the end.

"Oh my God.., why bother?" Ilyas slowly accepted it. "Thank you, yeah. May Allah SWT, change your sustenance more."

"Aamiin–" Fatimah muttered softly. Holding back her tears from falling.

The girl's original plan should have been to say goodbye when handing over her card to Ilyas. However, the more resistant his tongue the more unable it was to hide the bitter.

"That woman, is that lucky?" spontaneously said, the thing that was held back since

Ilyas' eyes lifted, pointing nano at the bowed girl with both hands grasping the tip of her hijab.

"I may, not be as good as Him" he continued, a little frustrated from the moment he first knew Ilyas was going to marry a one-child widow. "I should have been a widow first, let it be pity."

"Astaghfirullah al'azim, Deck. You can't talk like that."

Fatima glanced at Ilyas's face. Honestly, he could not bear to spill his disappointment when he knew Ilyas even wanted to marry another woman, while his heart had not been sincerely rejected.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"I'm the one who should be apologizing to you, Fatimah. I didn't choose you, not because you weren't much better than him. It could be, on the contrary. I'm not good for you."

The girl shook her head, wiping away the stubborn tears just dripping down. But he had to endure it hard.

"Why, must destiny be hindered. If I had dropped my heart on you by now, would I? I know, this is wrong. But I'm tired of keeping him alone."

"Mas know how you feel, Dek."

"No," he answered rambunctiously while shaking his head. "Mas Ilyas doesn't understand how I feel." Touching his own chest.

"It is precisely because I understand that so well, Fatimah. I'm really sorry. I can't return your feelings. I've hurt you."

"Hiks. This is not fair to Fatimah."

"Dad?"

Both of Fatimah's hands were directed, holding back the words from Ilyas' lips that would only make him more hurt.

"Once again, congratulations. May Allah bless your marriage...."

"Aamiin" answered Ilyas.

"I'm sorry, I've been showing my low side in front of you the last few days. I'm despicable.., that's why I don't pantes make, Mas Ilyas."

"I don't think you're low, Dek. You're an amazing woman."

"Telling me that now is your way of comforting me. You rejected me, Mom."

Oh Allah... The man exhaled his breath.

Ilyas raised his head again. He can no longer deny.

"There are no words other than prayer for you. May Allah give you a new heart. Halal is also for you," said Ilyas to Fatimah who immediately sighed.

His lips smiled while nodding. "Aami... I'm sorry, Mas. Assalamualaikum."

"Valayam warahmatullah..."

As his steps slowly drifted away from the terrace of the house Ilyas. The woman held back her already unstoppable crying voice.

Yes, the world is like this. Not all can choose and succeed with his wishes. Sometimes, that desire must be overcome by reality. If fate doesn't write our names to be with the people we want.

That, why. God wants us not to love his creatures more than the recommended level. Because when all that's not delivered. The pain will be more pronounced. Because the truth is not in his favor.

If this were the case, most humans would blame their destiny. I consider this life unfair. In fact, all is not so. We are in a hurry to take something that is not necessarily our right.

***

The wedding day arrived. Ilyas shook the hand of Fatkhul Qulum at one of the nearby mosques of the Qonni family residence.

"Qobiltu nikahaha wa tazwijaha alal mahril madzkuur wa radhiitu bihi, wallahu waliyyu taufiq.”

After the pledge in the echo firmly in one breath. Everyone there called out 'right'. Moreover, Ilyas' friends were witnesses. All shouted the loudest.

"Alhamdulillah..." Ilyas shed his tears. The tension soon dissipated, as the prayers Ustadz Irsyad had recited for him and Ayudia Qonniah.

After a series of agreements were completed, the young man approached his wife who was also seen looking down earlier.

"Izin, touch your forehead, yes." he said trembling. Qonni himself only responded with a nod of his head.

Ilyas's hand was clinging, he offered a prayer for his wife with his soft and broken voice. After that land a brief kiss on the forehead.

"Barakallah.., thank God," he murmured while putting a moment of his forehead on Qonni's forehead. The young man touched Ayu's cheek, wiped away the tears and lastly clasped his hand tightly.

Safa, who had been guarding Nisa, approached the two brides. Ilyas hurriedly greeted the child in a sling of Safa. And hugged her tightly just after the tiny body of Nisa who uses the white robe changed hands.

"Assynoltom... Abi's son." Ilyas cried while kissing Nisa's cheek many times. He was happy, now he could be closer to the princess than Aaron. And according to what he expected. Without the need to steal time, and look for opportunities to meet with Nisa. Now he could see his stepson every day.

Everyone who saw it was also moved. Removing the tears of each one that just kept flowing down his cheeks. Because Ilyas' sincerity in love with Nisa is clearly visible even if not spoken verbally.

...

Time seemed to shift so quickly, the event was over. The invited guests including the family who continued the event at home have gone home.

When the ashar adhan was soon reverberating Ilyas still did not dare to go up to the second floor. In fact, he wanted to wash his body to make it fresher and change his clothes with a cleaner one.

On the other hand, Qonni who had just finished changing clothes seemed hesitant to approach Ilyas who was still standing next to the house near the fish pond with his daughter.

"Mass?" be careful he comes closer.

The bespectacled man immediately turned his head.For a moment he was stunned to see Qonni with his home game. Still can't believe it, she's legally his wife now.

"Mas wants to change clothes, Ashar soon."

"Oh, yes," still feeling nervous. Ilyas smiles.

"Here Nisa let me be with you. I know my room, right?"

Ilyas. He really did not know where Qonniah's room was. When he arrived, the man who had brought his bag said nothing.

"Can I have a meeting? I don't know your room" he replied, which made Qonni nervous.

"My room is on the second floor. Not far from the stairs, right?"

"Yes but, I'm new here.., it's not good to play nice."

Qonniah sighed, he nodded in understanding. Because Aaron used to be like that. Without thinking again he immediately took a step, walking first followed by Ilyas then while smiling.