Thank You for True Love

11 (NOT) MATCHMAKING - PART 1

Arriving at my favorite home page. I can already imagine the comfort of sleeping in my room, I will be able to enjoy after this.

"Alhamdulillah, finally come.."

I was getting ready to get out of the car but I saw Adit still stuck behind the wheel. I broke my original intention. I just remained sitting next to him, without a sound, waiting for him.

Maybe he needs some time to get ready for Dad. I remained silent waiting for him, until Adit finally realized I was still by his side.

"Why not get off soon?"

"Waiting for you, my future husband.."

Ahaa.., in my heart I laughed amusedly by myself after saying it. Adit's face that was originally a little gloomy instantly became sparkling.

"Thank you, my beloved future wife..."

I chuckled more and more in my heart, like the dubbing dialogue in our television dramas.

"Darling, may I ask permission to hold you for a moment?" Adit seemed hesitant to say it.

All this time he was very caring for me, not wanting to make me uncomfortable, so he always made sure whatever he did would not make me angry or disappointed.

I silently looked at him. I didn't answer the question. Only I opened both my hands outstretched toward him.., with a heartbeat that began to be abnormal again, with breath that began to hold slowly as if to stop.

Adit immediately brought his body closer to me and with a single move, I was already held in his warm embrace.

Our bodies are fused in silence, silence. Adit's embrace tightened and I ventured to reply, hugging him tightly.

I could feel his heartbeat, the pounding in his chest, as well as his deepening breath. My heart felt that warmth, the warmth of love. Just love, not lust..

Before long, just for a moment like his door earlier, Adit had already let go of his embrace.

"Thank you, baby.."

His face was calm now. There was only a sweet smile on her lips and a shady look in her eyes.

Both of us got out of the car, towards the front door that was still closed. When I passed the terrace I saw at a glance Dad's car was parked in the garage.

"Dad's home.." My whisper to Adit.

He just smiled and said, "Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim.."

I opened the door and took Adit in and sat in the living room. While I go straight inside.

"Assalamualaikum, Mommy, Daddy. Dinda has arrived."

"Goddessalam.."

There were simultaneous answers from Father and Mother from the living room and kitchen. I approached Dad and then Mother, kiss their hands, then I went to my room to clean up some of my luggage.

"Oh Dad, Adit's in the living room. I'm going to go to the room for a second.." My husband continued his steps into my room.

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Dad got up from his seat, after meeting Mother and throwing smiles at each other, then went out into the living room.

There Adit was still sitting alone, silent, trying to organize his heart as best he could.

"Assalamualaikum, um.." As soon as he said the greeting as he saw Om Arya, his father Dinda came out to see him.

He stood up in welcome, and reached out first to kiss the hand of Om Arya, who was replied with a nod and a soft clap on his shoulder.

"Vaalaikumsalam. How are you..?" Ask Dad.

"Alhamdulillah, healthy Om. Om and Aunt are healthy too, right?"

Dad just replied with a nod of his head again. Quiet for a moment, then Adit ventured to start the conversation.

"Yes, Papa and Mama said hello to Om and Auntie.."

"Oh yeah, thank you. Say hello from us to your Mom and Dad.." Answer Father kindly and smile meaningfully.

"Ready, Om..!"

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"Dinda, please, this is all you've prepared at the dinner table. If so, immediately take Daddy and Adit to lunch. Mother clean the kitchen for a while.."

I immediately tidied the dining table and arranged all the dishes Mother's cooking. It didn't take long, everything was ready.

I walked towards the living room. I saw Dad and Adit sitting across and smiling at each other. Maybe they're talking, I thought..

"Dad, lunch is ready. We'll eat yuk first.."

Dad immediately moved into the dining room while inviting Adit who also immediately stood up and followed.

Mother appeared from the kitchen. Soon Adit approached and kissed Mother's hand.

"Assalamualaikum, Aunt Nina.., healthy Auntie?" Sapa Adit's

"Vaalaikumsalam Adit. Healthy aunt. Come on, just sit down, let's have lunch first.."

We immediately sat together, enjoying a lunch made by Mother that I always miss.

After lunch and Dhuhur prayer, we talked together in the living room. It seems, this is the most thrilling time for Adit as well as me.

I saw Adit. He seemed calm, though I knew in his heart that it must have been ticking the countdown of the time bomb that was getting closer to the time it exploded.

"Om and Aunty.., before Adit asked permission, there is something Adit wants to tell Om and Aunty.." Adit's voice sounded calm accompanied by a small smile on his lips.

"Ayoo Adit, you can definitely..!" Support in my heart.

"Please Adit. What's up?" Dad still looks calm, waiting for Adit to finish his point.

Adit turned to me for a moment. I know, he needs me by his side right now. Immediately I moved the seat to the side, because I was still sitting next to Mother.

"Look Om, Auntie.., Adit wants to talk about our relationship, Adit and Dinda's relationship.."

Father and Mother are still silent and continue to listen, waiting for the whole purpose of Adit.

"We both plan to continue our relationship to a more serious level. As soon as our college is over, we want to get married. I ask permission and blessing from Om and Aunt to marry Dinda.."

Really, even though Adit was delivering, but it felt like I was dying holding my own breath.

And what Adit said just now had surprised me too, because he brought himself, on behalf of himself and me of course, when in fact the one who asked us to convey this was Adit's parents.

In my heart I was moved, not expecting Adit to be able to express everything calmly and confidently, without any prior preparation.

"I'm proud of you, Adit. I love you..!!" I cried in my heart.

My focus shifted to Father and Mother. They're still quiet. Not a word was said from the beginning. Dad was again busy with his phone, while Mommy remained silent. I'm starting to get anxious...

A few minutes passed. Dad finally put his phone on the table. Staring at us one by one, ready to interrogate.

"Dinda, are you really sure about Adit? Are you ready to marry her?" Pissed Dad with a very serious look.

I nodded quickly. "Yes, Dad."

My eyes moved on Adit. Straight looked at Adit who still looked calm without trepidation.

"Adit, are you sure and serious about Dinda? Are you ready to marry her with all your duties and responsibilities later, as Dinda's husband and priest?"

I hear it only scared. How heavy is the burden of Adit as a husband later. Ah, I feel like I've been burdening him a lot too. I'm sorry about Dit, uh, honey...

"God willing I am ready, Om..!" Adit answered with complete conviction.

"Are you also willing to fully support Dinda, live her properly and will not abandon her?? Remember, he's our only son, our favorite son.." Firmly Father in his question.

"God willing I can too, Om..!" Adit still showed his seriousness without the slightest fear.

"How can you live it, now you're still in college.. Do you want to rely on your parents' wealth alone..?" Pursue Dad again.

"I've had my own income for a long time, Om. Before I went to college I worked. I also lectured from my own labors Om, not asking my parents.." Adit answered with more confidence.

But this time it was me who was surprised by his confession just now. Adit is working? Have your own income? Financing his own college..? Adit, this is you lying or joking..?!

I immediately looked towards him. And he just smiled at me. Duh, Adit. Please don't mess around in a precarious situation like this...!!

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