
"Nan.. don't - don't.. This is the meaning of your dreams all this time?" anita was surprised.
"You mean Nit?" ask Kinan confused.
"He is your soul mate, even if it is delayed. Maybe your dream is a guidance given by God" continued Anita.
"Nit do you know how I feel about her? There's only Nit pain. How can I get married if I still feel hurt?" ask Kinan in frustration.
"I know Kinan how you feel. It must hurt so much that your marriage that stayed two months was canceled, instead he married on that date with his girlfriend" replied Nita.
Every time I remember that, Kinan's heart still hurts. He really did not expect that Refan after all. The date of their wedding planned by his family instead made Refan as the date of his wedding with his girlfriend five years ago.
Kinan took a deep breath, wanting to forget all.
"But Nan, you believe that there is no such thing as a mate, a meeting and death that God has ordained. If you are indeed a match for Refan who would have five years ago, want it now or want five years to come it will definitely happen Nan. How strongly you refuse him he will come to you" advised Nita.
"Nit I can borrow your shoulder" pinta Kinan was sad.
Anita immediately hugged Kinan, she knew that Kinan was sad and wanted to cry. Kinan sobbed in the arms of his best friend.
"Honestly, Nit, I really wanted to turn it down. I want to forget her and erase her name in my memory. Why did he come again Nit and when my status and he's alone now? I know it won't be easy to refuse. I think it's gonna be hard. Can't I live this life alone with Salman. Salman has to get a father figure in his life. Whether Refan can accept Salman and be a good father to him. I'm not sure Nit. Just accept me, I don't think he wants to let alone accept my son" Kinan said as he sobbed.
"Naaaan was patient. Leave everything to God" Anita tried to comfort Kinan.
"Especially Mother said that she had a daughter who was only two months old Nit. A. I can't be selfish to just reject it. The baby is very small. Why was he the reason for our marriage. Added again because of the trust of his father. Why is this happening to me Nit. I. I. would very much like to reject it but I do not have the strength to refuse my parents' request" Kinan said.
"Chinaaan.. Be assured that Allah makes this trial for you because you are able to live it. God has other plans for your marriage. Maybe God told you to learn to live with others first so that when you are united you already have the provision to live both households" Anita gives advice that somehow can be received Kinan's mind and heart.
Kinan's cry had now begun to subside, he had already wiped away the tears dripping down his cheeks.
"Can it be like that, Nit?" ask Kinan plain.
"Allah knows, I only think logically. Seek what is the wisdom of your problems and try husnudzhon with God's plan for your life" Anita replied.
"Thank you Nit, you have given me a little enlightenment at least I am no longer too bad-minded to God" said Kinan.
"Istighfar Kinan's. We can't have such thoughts. It is not that it is clearly hung in a hadith, 'I am what MY people think'. So think good things - good so that good also comes for you" Anita advised.
"Yes Nit, I will remember your advice. Thanks again Nit" said Kinan.
"So what's your plan going forward?" ask Anita.
"I want to ask Mom and Dad to make a meeting between me and Refan. I didn't want to ask Refan directly, what was the reason for accepting his mother's order to propose to me again?" answer Kinan.
"That's good. Will you accept it at that very moment?" ask Anita again.
"No. After hearing the new Refan's explanation I asked for time to think about my decision. I will pray Istikharah asking for guidance to Allah, may Allah give me the right path for my life" Kinan replied.
"You are my best friend. I salute you very much Kinan. The trials in your life are very heavy and come in a row. It's only been six months that your husband died but we were able to get back up. Now you get the ordeal again with the coming back of the figure of the man who once hurt you and he came to propose you back. I'm sure this time you will get through it. Rest assured only to Allah" said Anita trying to convince Kinan.
"Yes Nit, God willing I will be strong" Kinan replied.
"Yes, let's go home. Salmaaaaan lase play ya dear, we go home yuk" invite Kinan.
Yoga and Salman ran over to their mother.
"Dah Yoga, when - when we play again yes. Aunt Anita's chest" Salman said as he said goodbye.
"Bad Salman. Be careful Naaan" replied Anita.
"Yes, you're the same. Assalamu'alaikum" said Kinan pamit.
"Wa'alaikumsalam" replied Anita and her son Yoga.
They returned to their cars and returned home.
Kinan and Salman arrived home just as the Maghrib. Arriving at Kinan's house invites his son to pray Maghrib together.
Then Kinan prepared the dinner of the two of them after finishing his new meal Kinan tried to contact his Papa.
"Assalamu'alaikum Pa" Kinan said.
"Wa'alaikumsalam. Did you call Papa tonight this morning we just met. You want to answer Refan's proposal tonight? Will you give me one week?" ask Papa Kinan curiously.
"No, Pa, I didn't give you my answer tonight. In fact I want to make a request to Papa" Kinan replied.
"What is Nan?" ask Papa Kinan gently.
"Please tell the family of Refan, I want to meet Refan first before giving my answer to them. There's something I need to ask and talk to him alone" Kinan said.
Papa Kinan took a little longer to answer Kinan's request. After considering Kinan's request, Papa Kinan finally replied.
"Okay baby, tonight Papa will contact her brother Refan and will tell you the terms. After that, Papa will contact you again. You wait a minute" replied Papa Kinan.
"Yes Pa, thank you Pa" replied Kinan.
The phone was cut off, Kinan waited for his Papa's phone while teaching in his room after he finished performing the Isya prayer earlier.
Thirty minutes passed, finally Kinan's phone rang and his Papa's name was on his phone screen.
"Yes Pa, how?" ask Kinan directly.
"Refan wants to see you tomorrow. Tomorrow afternoon Papa and Mama have promised to accompany Refan to come to your house. Prepare Son"...
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