The 2nd Wedding

Chapter 1

As usual the weekend break I will use for time with my son. Salman is just three years old. And this year's birthday is just a celebration of her father's absence. 

Saturday and Sunday Bik Ijah who used to look after Salman every time I went to work did not come. He only looks after Salman when I work or on the day I am overtime or have to enter the office despite the holidays. 

Salman is a smart boy. At just three years old, he was very wise to speak. Usually children of his age are still slurred or chelate to speak every ability of Salman above average. 

Salman is also an independent and not spoiled child. I am very grateful especially with our circumstances like this after the death of Salman's father six months ago makes me have to bother making a living while taking care of Salman after work. Salman seemed to understand our situation, he never had much behavior or spoiled whining when I came home or on holidays like this. 

In the morning, I cooked fried chicken in the kitchen. Salman really likes fried chicken. Maybe because he watched too many movies ipin upin times yes, so my son is contaminated. 

"Mama" Call Salman. 

"Dear Mama's already banguuun?" My answer. 

"Udah, Mama I'm hungry" he whined. 

"In the meantime, Mama prepare Mama's cooking first after that you take a shower first just eat" I replied. 

Salman returned to the TV room and lay on the sofa. Perhaps his consciousness was not yet fully and he was still lazing about - laziness. 

After I finished cooking I went ahead to see my son. 

"Darling to take a shower first" take me. 

Salman, who was lying down, sat down and stood up to me. I carried her, undressed her and then took her to the bathroom to bathe. 

After clean and fragrant, Salman who just finished bathing I brought it to the kitchen. I sat him in the front seat of the dining table after that we had breakfast together. 

Ever since my husband died, I started teaching Salman self-reliance. All he had to do was do it himself because in this house only two of us remained. And I have to do my own job. There used to be Mas Bima who helped me take care of Salman. 

Mas Bima who bathed Salman while I prepared food in the kitchen but now everything has changed. Mas Bima was calm there and we had to keep living this life without Mas Bima. 

After finishing eating, Salman returned to the TV room to watch his beloved TV, while I cleaned the kitchen and washed the dirty kitchen utensils. 

After all, I followed Salman forward. Accompanying him watching TV and chatting fill the holiday. 

Suddenly the sound of a house bell sign that a guest is coming. As usual, Salman was very enthusiastic when he heard the bell ringing. He ran and peeked out of the front window. 

"Who's dear?" I asked Salman. 

"Oma and Opa, Mama quickly open the door" replied Salman and yelling pleasure. 

I immediately grabbed my hijab and walked forward to open the door. Sure enough there were both of my parents who were already standing in front of the gate of my house. 

"Mom, Papa, why didn't you tell me to come?" Ask surprised. 

"We wanted to surprise Salman. Where's Oma's granddaughter, Oma kangeeen" My mother immediately walked into the house looking for Salman. 

Of course Salman sangar was delighted and ran to welcome his Oma embrace. My father immediately put the car into my yard. 

Now my parents are chatting with Salman in the TV room. I brought a drink I just made for my Dad and Mom. 

"Actually in addition to wanting to escape kangen with Salman, there is something Papa and Mama want to tell you" Papa said. 

"What do you and your mom want to say, it seems so serious?" I asked Papa. 

"Look Kinan, last night Refan's parents came to our house" replied Papa. 

Hearing the name Refan called my feelings so bad. There must be something very serious about this. After all this time why they've been to my parents' house. 

"Kinan, Refan's wife passed away two months ago" Papa said. 

"Innalillahi wainnailaihi.. " I was very surprised to hear this news from Papa. 

"His wife died while giving birth to their daughter. Now Refan lives alone taking care of his daughter" continued Papa. 

Trus why it was special they told my family. My feelings are getting less and less from hearing Papa's story. 

I just fell silent as I kept staring at Papa, waiting for the continuation of Papa's story. 

"Mama Refan delivered a request. They want to continue the mandate of Papa Refan who was delayed five years ago" Papa said. 

Whahuh? Why this could happen again. The story has passed and closed five years ago. Why is it back in the discussion? 

"They know that now you are widowed and Refan is widowed. It may have been the destiny of God to make your way a second time" Papa and Mama seemed to be heartfelt enough to convey the message of the Refan family to me. 

"But Pa, Ma five years ago it wasn't me who turned him down but from their own side. Now they want to touch him again? It's not that easy, Pa, Ma. Sorry I can't" I refused. 

"Kinan, daughter of Refan needs the figure of a mother. And you too have become a mother. Of course it won't be difficult for you to take care of the baby again because you already have experience" Mother tried to convince me. 

"It's not that easy to connect a broken rope. They broke that rope. It used to be those who came with the same intention after I agreed to arbitrarily Refan canceled everything" Kinan replied

My heart aches again in the light of what happened five years ago. Back when we were little my parents' house was next door to Refan's parents' house. Refan also used to be my schoolmate in elementary school. 

Then her parents moved out of town and back to town when we went to college. From that moment on, Refan and I were like strangers. We never greeted each other even though our houses were neighbors. 

Six years ago his father Refan died and according to his mother before he died his father had expressed confidence that he wanted to match Refan with me. 

One year after the departure of his father Refan for good the family of Refan ventured to convey the trust of his father to my family. 

Both of my parents welcomed their intentions well. Papa and Mama asked me to accept Refan's family proposal. Because of my devotion to both of my parents, I finally accepted the proposal of the Refan family. 

But what's going on? Two months before the date of our marriage, Refan unilaterally cancelled the match, arguing that he already had a candidate of his own heart. 

Refan has a girlfriend, Almh. Our wedding plans were cancelled. Mama Refan apologized to our family and said she was deeply ashamed of her son's actions. 

My parents accepted the apology of the Refan family. Our wedding plans were cancelled. 

Two months later, Refan was married, but not to me, but to his girlfriend. Which made me even more hurt to circulate the neighbor's talk about the reason Refan refused an arranged marriage with me. 

I had heard with my own ears the words of the neighbors who had scared me and embarrassed to leave the house. 

"It is fitting that Refan refuses to be in a match with Kinan because his girlfriend is much prettier than Kinan. Look at the appearance of Kinan who was always covered with his hijab and his face was also too plain. While Refan's girlfriend is very fashionable, smart in style and takes care of her body. Her face is also very pretty"....

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