Short Stories Romance

Hijrah (The Most Beautiful Gift From Allah)

I woke up this afternoon with a cell phone ringing. I opened my eyes, time showed at twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

“Assalamualaikum,?” answer me on the phone.

“Waalaikum greetings. Bee, get me, okay? Today I sif noon,” replied Nirani from inside the phone.

“OK! But I take a shower first, huh?”

“Iya, there is still an hour left, relax,” he replied and then turned off the phone.

I put the phone on the nightstand after the connection was cut off. Rushed to take a shower, then prayed and darted to Nirani's house.

It looks like Nirani is waiting for me on the porch. She looks beautiful with natural makeup. It's just that there is something stuck in the heart, Nirani's work clothes are too sexy.

“Hai Bee!” greet Nirani when I turn off the motor.

I smile, “Assalamaikum, Honey?”

Nirani's cheeks are flushed, “Waalaikum greetings, Bee,” she replied with a palm that covered her pretty face.

“Aready?” I asked Nirani.

Nirani.

“Eh, any Nak Naveen?” greet the middle-aged mother from inside the simple house.

“Iya, Mom!” I answered while kissing his arm. “We leave yes, Bu?” pamittu.

“Yes, be careful!”

Nirani climbed into the back seat and we darted to her workplace. Nirani is a kind and polite woman. It's just her job that demands to dress sexy. He worked as an SPG in one of the motor companies.

I'm often jealous when Nirani is at work. How not? He is often seduced and even seduced by his customers.

After taking Nirani, I returned home. Coincidentally, I'm off for work tonight so I intend to pick Nirani up from work tonight.

***

“Honey, I'll pick you up, yes?”

I sent a short message to Nirani.

“OK!” reply brief.

I've been preparing to pick up Nirani. Wearing jeans and a t-shirt that I have torn with a long shirt. Not forgetting I sprayed a little masculine-scented perfume, also combing hair to make it look neat even though it was finally covered with a helmet.

“Where to, Nav?” ask Mother.

“Fetch Nirani,” I replied while wearing shoes.

“Nirani again! Nothing else?” ask Mom in a cynical tone.

I looked up and looked at Mom's face for a moment.

“Bu, do not judge people by their appearance,” replied Father softly.

“How can you not be so bad? Just look like that!” ketus Mom.

“Deliver everything to Naveen. As obligatory parents we wish the best for our child, Mom,” replied Gentle Father.

“Teruplah! What is clear is that I do not like the appearance of Nirani!” firmly Mother who passed away went to the room.

The heart feels arrogant with the attitude of Mother who only sees from the appearance of Nirani alone. I also want to change the appearance of Nirani but for now I can't. He's not my right. He is still the responsibility of his parents today.

“Nav, I believe your choice is the best!” A smile of encouragement was carved from Dad's lips.

I smiled, kissed Dad's hand and then darted to Nirani's workplace. He was sitting at the bus stop by himself.

“Sorry yes, Ran?” I said when I parked the bike next to the stop.

Nirani smiled, “Sorry for what?”

“Because you're late,” answered me and sat next to him.

Nirani nodded and smiled back.

“Eat first, yuk? I'm hungry!”

Take me to Nirani.

“Ayok!”

We headed to one of the simple restaurants. Coincidentally there are quite a lot of people. We ordered food and drinks immediately. Not long after, the order came and we enjoyed dinner together.

“Nav?” napa Nirani in between meals.

“Hem?” I said, still enjoying my dinner.

“What kind of woman do you want?” ask Nirani.

I looked up and pointed at one of the tables. Where there was a group of hijab-wearing women eating.

“Which one? There are a lot of people, Nav!” nirani answered with eyes focused on the table I pointed at.

“He wasn't there. It's just that I want her looks like them,” replied me as if full of puzzles.

“Means?” asked Nirani with a puzzled facial expression.

I close my face to her, very close, “My women are in plain sight, they are just a picture of her appearance. I want you to close your aura, Hon!” whispered slowly.

Nirani's cheeks flushed as I expressed my opinion about the dream woman.

“I'm sure, you are a good wife. I'll propose to you sometime. Prepare to apply,” I said.

Nirani answered nothing. Just a red tinge on his cheek.

***

Watu keeps changing. Preparation to apply I have prepared everything without the knowledge of Mom and Dad.

“Bu, Dad. Naveen wants to propose to Nirani,”, I said, while we were enjoying the television show.

“Alhamdulillah,” replied Father filled with gratitude.

“Whose name?” ask Mother.

“Nirani.”

Silent.

“Allowed, Mom? Yeah?” my many.

“Serah!” said the mother who left me.

“Dad agree, Nav! Because I believe in your choices. You can choose a woman who will not incriminate you in the afterlife,” said Father.

“God willing, Yah.”

Nirani and I have never met. I am too busy with work to make meetings very difficult to divide the time. Sometimes, work time is over but it has been late at night. However, I am proud. Nirani never had a problem. I set my heart on proposing to Nirani tonight.

Me, Father and Mother darted towards Nirani's modest home. Honestly, this is the first time Mom and Dad stepped foot in Nirani's house. There's a thump in the chest. Not because of Nirani, but because of Mother's face that seemed to be less than blessed with this engagement.

The heart just hopes, may all be well and will be a harmonious family between the daughter-in-law and her in-laws later.

Bismillah!

I got off the car followed by Mom and Dad.

Suddenly at the door of Nirani's house, my heart thumped. Oh Allah, I have not asked Nirani for her mother. This heart is already so shaky. What if I've seen Nirani's mother?

Dad patted me on the shoulder slowly, “That's quiet, don't be so nervous. Are you sure you want to apply for Nirani?” ask Dad with a smile carved from his lips.

I can only smile because my heart is actually feeling something strange. Dag dig dug is not careless.

I knocked on the door.

Chequek!

The door of the house is open. It was the middle-aged woman who greeted us with a warm smile.

“Please enter,” he said then opened the wide door for us.

I nodded then went in to follow Nirani's mother.

“Please sit. For a moment, I get you a drink,” said Nirani's mother who passed to the back.

My mom and dad were sitting on the black sofa.

Where's nirani?

I glanced at every corner of the house, but Nirani was not seen even his mother had returned with drinks and snacks that he brought.

“Please,” said Ibu Nirani who serves food and drinks for us.

“Still, Bu.”

Silent.

I gathered the energy to ask Ms. Nirani for permission to propose to her daughter.

Oh my God, it's so hard for my mouth to speak! My meeting with Nirani's mother was not my first.

“Nav?” said Father who surprised me, “What do you want Daddy to say?” continued.

I'm shaking. Breathe in and start saying.

“Bu, Naveen came here to bring parents to propose to Mother's daughter, Nirani. Did Mom allow Naveen to propose to Nirani?” my question ended with a sigh of relief.

Ibu Nirani smiled, “Mother return it to Nirani. Just a minute, Nav. Mother, Father,” said Nirani's mother.

I waited with a big bang in my chest. Not only that, sweat was as if it was pouring down the shirt I was wearing right now.

“Assalamualaikum,” said the woman with a voice I know very well.

I look up, “Nirani?”

My eyes are round looking at Nirani's appearance tonight. He seemed to be wearing a hijab and a syar’i gown as I wanted. His lips smiled when he saw me.

“Nav?” said Father who surprised me.

“Iya?” I answered while looking at Mom and Dad.

Mom smiled at me, and so did Dad.

“So apply enggak?” said Mother with smiling lips.

“Oh, yes. Naveen forgot!” I replied while rubbing the nape of the neck feeling clumsy to see the new appearance of Nirani who had emigrated.

“Ran, tonight I want to propose to you. Will you accept this proposal to be my wife?”

Without waiting for a long time, Nirani nodded and accompanied the 'Alhamdulillah' words of our two parents.

*

Our parents were chatting in the house, while I was chatting with Nirani on the outside terrace.

“Since when did you hijab?” I asked Nirani.

“Since we didn't meet. Because I've wanted to go hijab since I was close to you. Now that I'm out of work, I'm determined to hijab. I want to ease the responsibility of my husband, the world and the hereafter,” the responsibility that makes me touched, happy.

“Still, Ran. God willing, I will guide you to the land. Remind me that I was wrong to teach you, because I am also just an ordinary human being who did not escape from wrong and sin,”, said I who was staring at the beautiful face of Nirani.

Nirani.

"Nav, Nirani is a good woman. He convinced Mom. From her hijra, I can see the sincerity of Nirani's heart. Take care, son!" said the mother who came out of the house simple.

I smiled, "God willing, Mom!"

O God, may my choice come from You. For I am sure your choice is the best.