That man is my husband

Starting a New Life (Season 2 is over)

I looked up again as my husband's teardrops grew more and more on my forehead. I stared at the bead in my husband's eyes that were already filled with tears.

Slowly I began to direct my hand to wipe away her tears. Just like when she wiped my tears.

"Why are you crying, my husband?" I said softly while not stopping rubbing my husband's cheeks alternately.

"Am I not dreaming?"

Hearing the question I pinched my husband's cheek and he immediately complained of pain.

"Hows it? Not sick?"

"Yes, this is not a dream. It's real and I'm so happy."

Not just you, my husband. I am also very happy. I didn't even expect to be your wife dreaming never even at all.

I am also conscious of our will if God is not free then all will never happen.

Of love? It will flow and grow with time. And I'm sure there's no reason for me not to love him. Maybe not yet but I'm sure I will definitely fall in love with her-my husband.

"Are you serious about accepting this marriage?" ask husband.

"Does my face look like a liar?"

I asked my husband back. My husband quickly shook his head. "Of course not. I. just don't believe. And I was so happy that God finally granted my prayers. This is what I've been waiting for, you want to accept me on your own consciousness. Not because of coercion."

"I'm sorry .. I'm late to realize it," I regret. Then I ventured to hold my husband's hand.

"Let's start over, start a new life. We're improving our relationship. You want my husband?"

"There's no reason for me to refuse. Of course I will welcome your wishes with open arms. Because you are my life, my purpose and my source of happiness. Maybe I didn't have the courage to say I love you. Too cowardly indeed. But I always believed you were my soul mate. Just wait until Allah SWT wills us to be together."

I really can't speak anymore. In addition to saying thank you for being loved by a man as sincere as my husband. A moment later my husband suddenly carried my body back into his arms. Hugging me so tightly as if the hug was hinting if he would never let go of the item in the slightest.

"Do you know my wife. There's something I want to tell you."Still in a position to embrace I also chimed in his words while raising my face to meet each other.

"This is a secret that no one knows except me, God and the Angel of Charity" my husband said

My husband's tone turned serious and it made me curious. What secrets is my husband hiding?

"Whatis that? Why do I feel like your life is full of mysteries? Do you really like puzzles?"

He chuckles. And I realized one more thing. She was so charming when she smiled like that.

"I'm like this for you."

"Huh? For me?" many wonder.

"Yes. This is all for your sake, for the sake of keeping my heart as well so that there is only you in my heart."

Truly hearing those sweet words made my cheeks instantly feel hot. I'm embarrassed. And now I'm drowning my face in my husband's chest. I'm shy.

In the next second my husband held both of my shoulders and moved away from his embrace until he unraveled.

"You want to know, no, what secret do I mean?"

I nodded slowly. "Of course I want to know, my husband."

"So that I graduate from the Aliyah Madrasah and no longer a foundation with you I secretly always follow you. You know I've been in love with you for a long time. I just don't have the courage to approach you. Until that incident when we accidentally collided with each other. But what really happened was that I deliberately crashed my body so that we collided with each other. And it gives me a way to be with you and to say everything I want. Marry you."

"What's? so you were intentional? Wow, well, I didn't listen wrong? Have you ever loved me before? Since when?"

"Since I carried a nine-year-old girl crying from a fall. I've liked you since then."

"Huh? Really true?"

"Of course it's true. Comeing! I'll tell you."

Then my husband led me to sit on the sofa. We only realized that from then on we were standing. With great enthusiasm my husband recounts his memories of the past.

Memories that until now still imprint in his heart and memory. While me? Forgetting to even feel like you have never experienced it.

Maybe because he who does not know how to interact, makes himself a person who is cold and annoying.

I think it's a relief. Now with my own consciousness I accept this marriage. I will start a new life and will certainly carry out all my obligations that I have never given him.

I would never waste a man better. If possible I'll tie it firmly so that it doesn't come off easily. Especially floating like a boat or kite that was hit by the wind.

He's a man I didn't like at first because of his arrogance, now he's my husband. If I can be honest, this marriage is like a substitute marriage. Because the man who was about to marry me had an accident which until this moment was not known his fate.

But I once promised myself. When someone voluntarily donated one kidney to connect my life. That moment I was determined. If she was a woman, I would make her my brother. But if he's a single man I'll make him my husband and if he's a married man then I'll make him my older brother.

Sounds ridiculous indeed. But that is my promise, the promise of a girl who is still in school. And I did not expect that a promise would lead me to my husbands.

"We celebrate this togetherness. How's it?"

"You, you want." I quickly nodded.

"I've been working on this plan all day long. And I hope you like it."

My husband is acting so mysterious. Makes me feel curious again.

"What, anyway? Why are you so mysterious?" ask me as I chuckle.

"I've already said. You are my life, my purpose and my source of happiness. Therefore I have prepared everything to make you happy. Although a time like this would not exist, a time where you consciously accept me. I'll keep making it happen."

"My husband...,"

"My wife...,"

We could only hold hands while we kept calling my husband and wife. Don't forget my eyes and my husband both condensed. Once you blink the clear liquid it will shed.

"I want to celebrate this happiness in the Maldiv. We're doing honeymoon."

"What?! Honeymoon?" I was surprised to hear that one word. That sounds ridiculous.

"Yes. Wanna? I feel like I want to have you all right away. I'm afraid you're gone again."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay here with you."

"So how about the offer."

"What offer?"

"We're honeymoon."

I thought for a moment. Try to choose between saying yes or no. Not yet have I chosen my husband to make a decision unilaterally.

" deals! Your silence indicates that you agree. Now I'll call Tia to arrange our departure."

Huh huh? What the fuck is this husband.Why did he decide unilaterally?

"I haven't made a decision yet."

"It's too late because Tia's already prepared everything."

I swear by what? Is this man in front of me really my husband? Now he's really turned into a different man. But I like it.

I can only look down. Until the next second. My husband broke my question-and-question feeling.

"Don't think much. Now we better have lunch. I'm so hungry."

Back my hand was pulled. Then hold it very tightly. Although annoyed at deciding unilaterally, but this success makes me happy.

My husband and I went hand in hand with an endless smile to make anyone who saw it will get a wave of happiness.

It's like a dream, I hope this happiness won't end soon. May my husband and I get through this life together. And Allah has always bestowed happiness upon my little family.

My eyes, I pointed to the hand that had been grasped by him. Seeing and feeling held tightly made me smile happily. May the grasp of his hand never loosen and may this grasp of his hand lead me to His heaven. Aamiins.

It's completed....