Starting From Grey

Proposal For Mutia

Two people have been created living in the world.

Allah's Taqdir unites the soul of man.

Reminds the heart that life is temporary.

Don't be thinking about the material.

(Sayr Nasyid Ar-Royyan)

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A bright night, as bright as the smile of the moon that colors. As bright as the star that wanders the vast sky.

A bright night, as bright as a dream that flies into a shadow full of memories, fondling with memories that never go out.

Mutia Syarifa, the girl who was smiling tonight was looking at the star lover, complementing the sky and loyal friend of the night.

Tonight, whether the girl has any reason if anyone asks, tonight is not as usual. On this clear night, Mutia was alone beside the house looking at each other with the moon.

Tonight, Mutia turned into a girl figure as she should be, she felt a sense of unease and also disunity. But tonight Mutia was also smiling broadly.

His memory returned to memory two years ago, precisely when he was following a routine study conducted by a rohist organization in his faculty.

"Assalamualaikum" said a man Mutia did not know at the time.

"Waalaikumsalam Warohmatullah," Mutia replied with a gaze, she did not see the face of the man in front of her, she just tried to remember her voice if one day met.

"Sorry to interrupt, ukhty." The man tried to make small talk and this really bothered Mutia.

"No, can anyone help?" mutia asked only me the limit for politeness, because obviously Mutia is not the type of person who likes pleasantries. Because according to him it feels stale and useless, still mending stale rice to make chicken feed if the stale bases are useless.

"I'd like to ask, can I?" Mutia seemed to be on the threshold of patience. He has no intention of being alone here. Right now he was in front of the rohis meeting room, he was waiting for one of his rented friends.

"Sorry before, can go directly to the subject. It doesn't seem beautiful to look at if we're just talking alone in this quiet place." Mutia said firmly, the man sighed a few times.

"Actually I was also reluctant to make small talk, but I knew it would be strange if I went straight to the point." The man said no less firmly, Mutia smiled faintly. He guessed what the man in front of him wanted.

"I just want to ask you something" the man said firmly. Mutia she wanted to hear the continuation of the man's speech.

"Is antum still free?" asked the man without aling-aling. Alias shoot directly. Mutia looked up for a moment to see the expression on the man's face.

Mutia thought there would be a flat face, but beyond belief what she saw was a blushing face and unnatural behavior. Mutia smiled as she shook her amused head.

"I'm sorry before," said the man in the wrong manner.

"I am not a fan of girlfriends before marriage, so it can be concluded by myself, no" said Mutia while cleaning up the book on her lap. He moved from his seat.

"I'm sorry, Assalamualaikum." Mutia let go of the man who was still misbehaving.

A week later, Mutia was reunited with the man as he walked towards the gate about to return home. He just bowed his head not intending to say hello, not because he was arrogant but he was not sure of the truth that the man was the same man - he hesitated with his memory.

Mutia relaxed while muttering some of the verses she memorized.

Until the moment he forgets the verse he stops, he thinks while remembering the continuation of the verse. Until he accidentally uttered loud enough and when the verse was cut he forgot.

A voice continued his verse making him strangled happily and continued walking, after the verse was finished he only realized something was up.

"There was a voice, then" said Mutia then looking back. There were two men standing a few steps behind him.

One man who was smiling was the man who was a week ago, although he was a little hesitant. And one man with a flat face who looked at him then turned his face away.

Mutia felt that she did not know him, then Mutia turned back and stepped. But Mutia realized she was being followed. Because it was a little uncomfortable he turned and sat on a bench by the side of the road.

The two men paused for a few steps, "May I know your home address and your parents' number?" the man who was said to be a flat-faced Mutia let out his voice.

"Sorry, what for?" ask Mutia astonished. He had already put together a lot of good and bad prejudices in his brain. But it seemed like the prejudices he had assembled were mostly bad.

"To propose to his son," said the man firmly, while the other man only grinned indistinctly.

"I'm sorry, you seem to have the wrong person" said Mutia exasperatedly, at the moment she was not joking, she was in a down mode mood.

"Did my face look like there was a sign that I was joking?" asked the man still with his real face flat.

Mutia scratched her non-itchy nose. "I don't even know you," Mutia said in a less friendly tone, don't blame Mutia if she's hired. Understand today the date of the monthly guest Mutia came and besides that she was upset because the lecturer she was waiting for almost an hour turned out to change her lecture hours. Though today Mutia only attended one course only.

"My name is Sharif Abdul Majid, the final semester at the same faculty as you." Mutia scratched her forehead which suddenly felt itchy. Wanting to rebuke the man in front of her, but Mutia could still hold back her emotions.

Mutia took a deep breath, squinting her eyes at the man who a week ago met her who was laughing.

Is something funny?

Mutia exhaled heavily, she stood up from her seat. He tidied up the clothes he used just a formality after sitting down.

He turned his head towards the two men who were currently staring in astonishment at him. Leisurely Mutia mentioned her home address and her father's phone number, she didn't mind if the man wasn't ready to take her word, then he closed with a greeting and hurriedly left the two men who were currently silently looking at Mutia in surprise. I don't know what was in the minds of the two men, Mutia did not want to bother.

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"What are you doing?" ask the father to sit next to the child.

"Nothing, just the middle of a rial with the moon." Mutia was still cool with her friend the night.

"You're an adult" said the father stroking Mutia's head.

"Yes dong, the son of a City University professor." Mutia said proudly.

"But not married yet, huh?" ask the father seductively. Mutia who very directly lowered her shoulders limp.

"It's not an adult, is it, Dad."

"Yes, I'm just afraid not to do it." Mutia frowned, she knew her father wasn't just kidding.

"Astagfirullah, right. O Allah my great son will soon be married." Mutia glared at the father's ucapab.

"Dad," said the spoiled Mutia.

"What's wrong?" ask the father without guilt.

"Ih, Mutia's not married yet." Mutia sat down on the chair beside the father while leaning her head spoiled.

"Remembering is prayer" said the father.

"Mutia is getting married, but not anytime soon" Mutia said.

"What do you know?" ask the father in a serious tone. Mutia shook her head.

"If you don't know what to say. It is not good to precede the will." Mutia leaned her head more and more the most comfortable thing in a time when her heart was troubled.

"Mutia did not want to separate father," said Mutia again, she looked at the star-studded sky, there was a hint of invisible fear inside the lantern of the Mutia world.

"What if you get married, you'll split up with dad?" ask the father while carrying the child in a trap. Dhimas knows there is a fear in the child, but it should be known also he is still reluctant to release his child. But time went on and Mutia was very mature to build a household.

"Well, if Mutia gets married, Mutia will join the husband" Mutia said slowly and then tightened her arms. Yes, not when married a woman must follow wherever the husband goes. A wife and husband are like birds and wings, if they are separated, they are incomplete and perfect.

"But you can still meet dad, right?" Mutia nodded in agreement.

"But it can't be as intelligent as it is today." Mutia's father sighed.

"Life goes forward, we will not remain where we stand. We have to move forward to meet a lot of things. Meet new people, a new atmosphere and perhaps solve old problems that carry over into the future." Mutia nodded in agreement at the beginning of the father's words, but she looked up immediately upon hearing the father's last words.

'Solving old problems carried into the future.'

"I mean dad?" tanya Mutia looked intensely at the father, judging each look of the face shown. Yet he only gained one thing, a calm and dignified face.

"Dad will be honest with you" said the father seriously, Mutia took off her embrace and sat up straight.

Mutia's father sighed, then turned his head towards Mutia and smiled faintly. He looked straight ahead again.

"What are you worried about marriage?"

"Nothing" Mutia replied quickly. The father again sighed.

"Mutia, marrying that sunah rosul lo, '' said the father.

"Yes marriage is sunah rosul, and Mutia still wants to be called the group of the prophet Muhammad therefore one day Mutia will get married."

"When?" asked the father turned his head towards Mutia, now replace Mutia who sighed.

"Mutia doesn't know dad, a soul mate can come at any time, right? As Father said, we cannot determine fear precedes will."

"Mutia, you do know that my father once failed in building a household. But it's dad's destiny, it's a lesson for dad as well as the people around him to take the lessons. And I am 100% sure that you have your own destiny in your life. All you have to do is not make the same mistake as me." Mutia silently looked blankly ahead.

"Look, Rifa's brother is both father's son. But he doesn't have a destiny like father does. In all things there must be ibbroh that can be taken. So what are you afraid of?"

"What Mutia was afraid of was that Mutia had taken the wrong step and chose, father. Mutia was afraid, if Mutia would one day change her choice in the middle of the road."

"Hi, look at father," Mutia's father said as he held onto Mutia's shoulder to face towards him.

"Every decision carries risks, so we must be prepared to accept the consequences of our choices" the father assured.

"Mutia knows father," said Mutia taking off her father's hand and then leaning back on his father's shoulder.

"Want to?" ask the father in a relaxed tone.

"Who would want to marry?" mutia asked with a giggle, although in her heart she felt sliced as she said it. She's like an unskilled old virgin.

The unskilled old virgin?

What is the current status of Mutia like that?

The father only chuckled at the child's anger, he could only shake his head. "Is there anything Mutia is waiting for to propose? Or does anyone need a lamar father?" ask the father with a suspicious face.

"What a father, no yes. Mutia wants to be proposed. What does the world say?"

"Why did Khodijah not propose to Prophet Muhammad first, what is wrong with women proposing to men?"

"Yes, but it's different, Dad." Mutia was still firm on her stance.

"It was a time of emancipation of women, men and women of equal standing." Dhimas still teases his son. Seeing the protesting face of the child made him a little relieved.

"Yes, let's go in." Dhimas invites Mutia in, as the day passes and the air becomes more and more suffocating with a million chills spreading throughout the body.

"Dad, is there something you're hiding?" mutia asked as she was at the door.

Dhimas sighed, he turned to face towards Mutia. "Didn't Dilan tell you?" ask Dhimas. Mutia frowned her forehead thinking then shook her head.

"What does this have to do with, Brother Dilan?"

"He knows everything too, forgive Mutia's father," Mutia's father said as he touched her son's shoulder.

"Why are you apologizing?" mutia asked in surprise, she thought back to the weight until the wrinkles on her forehead increased.

What's wrong with Dad and Dilan?

"Father received a proposal from a man a few years ago," said Dhimas lirih.

"I'm sorry, I really just want what's best for you. I don't want to impose my will. But somehow because of what charm so dad easily agreed to the proposal." Mutia looked at the astonishment of the father, she did not expect this. He was not angry just that he felt very surprised by this news.

"Don't say brother Dilan–––" Mutia's sentence was discontinued because he saw his father nod his head.

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