That man is my husband

Worrying

Time rolled so fast, it did not feel the time to let go of my loneliness was in sight.

Yes, today is the time where I will change status from myself to wife of people. Abi's responsibilities changed to my husband's. Hah, it feels like this is too fast.

Right now I'm in the middle of the room enjoying the magic touch of professional artists. I've never dressed this fancy before. At most just a moisturizing swab and a lipblam spread on the lips.

Two hours passed but there was no sign of me being called. I was getting bored and filled with this kebaya I was wearing. Feels stiff and amused due to being exposed to sequins - bayet all over the kebaya shirt.

Lonely.., yes, I just listen to loneliness. There was no sound of a microphone, there was no sound of a song that was singing. It made me wonder. What's really going on out there.

Out of curiosity I was about to look out, wondering if the show was over or not.

I turned the doorknob along with the Mekap team who just returned after I had ordered to find information. Information on the circumstances in my wedding hall.

Slightly squinting, when I saw the Mekap team's facial water turned pale, on his forehead was also seen a streak of sweat. Like running a marathon.

"What's wrong? Everything's fine, isn't it?" ask me to the Mekap team of three people.

They look at each other. It seemed like they were discussing which of them would open their voices.

"What's wrong? Try saying?" ask me again when not getting one answer from the three Mekap artists.

I know they're in fear, worry mode and look awry. This makes me even more curious.

"Well, if you don't want to tell me let me find out myself."

"Don't Miss!" the three compactly held my steps.

"Then tell me! Why I waited two hours but was not welcome to come down. Is this really the show? I'm forbidden to see my husband? Why am I dressed like this? Hah, astaghfirullah," I can only be privileged. Wanna get angry? But this is not my nature. As a result I can only continue to be privileged in my heart.

"Anu, earlier... earlier the groom's entourage has not come," said one of the Mekap team stammering.

I'm shocked. Haven't arrived? Wh why? How can? A few statements continue to disturb the heart.

"Why can? And now, they've come, haven't they?"

They shake doubtfully.

Was it not calm because of this? Is this what makes my heart restless? Oh Allah... Astarghfirullah's.

My mind wandered to the day before the wedding. My future husband Mr. Zain suddenly sent a chat. Though during the time of Ta'aruf he had never once contacted me except through his sister-Reni.

Mr Zain:

Me :

"Wa'alaikum greetings, sir. Udah, kok. Thank goodness."

Mr. Zain :

"Alhamdulillah. Oh, yeah, sorry maybe you asked - Tumben asked me to call you. I don't know, I don't even know why. Just want to, again, there's something I want to talk about with you, Aisyila Renata Sanjaya."

My heart was pounding, when for the first time Mr. Zain called my name in full. Ah, it feels like that. Why should it be this happy? Just mention the name.

Lucky this communication through a mobile phone, so he will not see how this facial expression reddened me. Immediately I reply to a chat from Mr. Zain. I also wonder what he wants to talk about. I'm curious.

me :

"What's the matter until Mr. Zain calls me?"

The message was sent and marked blue. That means Mr. Zain from earlier did indeed reply to my message.

Mr. Zain :

"Whatever happens, don't be sad. I know you're a strong woman."

Ting...

My message tagp reads. I really don't understand what Mr. Zain said.

Me :

"What does Zain mean?"

Mr. Zain :

"We will not know what our fate will be like in the future. But I hope the good fortune will always be around us. Sorry, I suddenly proposed to you and thank you for choosing me. From the beginning I was sure that you were a good woman, a woman who would bear descendants of Soleh and Solehah. Wait for me, tomorrow we will be united in a marriage bond. And may you be my first and last mate."

My daydream came to a realization as Mekap's team patted my shoulder. Oh my God, what is this feeling? Astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah.

"Miss why daydream?" ask one of the three Mekap teams.

I shook my head slowly. I chose to sit back and get rid of bad thoughts. Bismillah, God willing, everything will be fine.