The 2nd Wedding

The 2nd Wedding
Chapter 5



According to Papa Kinan's phone, the next day at ten in the morning Papa, Mama Kinan and Refan had arrived at Kinan's house.


After five years, Refan and Kinan meet again.


"Please sit down to Refan" said Papa Kinan.


"We go to Salman's room first yes, want to accompany Salman to play" continued Mama Kinan.


Now only Kinan and Refan are sitting together in the living room of Kinan's house. For a moment they were silent, as if at a loss what to say to start their meeting.


"How are you doing Kinan? Long time no see you" said Refan began their conversation.


"Alhamdulillah good. You?" Kinan asked back.


"As you can see. I am still mourning the passing of my wife forever" replied Refan.


Refan looked at Kinan's face while Kinan chose to lower his head.


"Sorry Nan." said Refan.


"I'm sorry for what?" ask Kinan.


"That's what I did five years ago. I know it hurts you a lot" Refan said.


"It's too late for you to say it. It's all over" replied Kinan.


"I know Nan, at that time I was too selfish to cancel our wedding just like that without ever telling you why" Refan continued.


Kinan looked down at his two hands clasping each other.


"Astaghfirullah. "really Kinan never imagined this would happen to Refan. For five years his household life was like getting a curse.


O Allah, forgive me if I ever do wrong or say and pray wrong for him. I really don't want this to happen. I never asked for anything bad to happen to her life. I'm sincere and I've got a much better replacement, Mas Bima. But it turns out that he has been sentenced for five years. Inner Kinan.


"I leave everything to you Kinan. If you do not want this marriage, you will reject it. I won't refuse this time. I have no power anymore. I don't want to be blamed again for the cancellation of our marriage for the second time. But if you agree to it there's nothing I can offer you. My wife died two months ago, she was my life all along. I can't forget Nan, I love my wife so much" Refan looks sad and fragile. She cried remembering the departure of her lover for good.


"Sorry, I can't answer it now Fan. I asked Papa to meet you because I wanted to ask you directly why are you willing to accept our arranged marriage this time? I don't want to happen and then repeat. We just leave our marriage to the family and we never meet or talk about it" Kinan said.


"You already know why I didn't reject our arranged marriage Kinan. I'm putting everything on you. You decide this time. Whatever your decision I will go with you. Right now my daughter's happiness is paramount. She is the only legacy of my wife. Fortunately there is him, otherwise I would prefer to join my wife to leave this world" replied Refan.


"Astaghfirullah. istighfar Fan's. I know it's very hard, because I first felt it six months ago. My fate is also not far from yours. My husband died in an accident six months ago. He left only our only son. But I have to be strong for my son. I lived this life and chose to raise it even without Mas Bima again in our lives. God willing, now we are strong enough to accept everything. I'm sure you can also go through all these trials" Kinan entertained.


"Everything is very heavy. It won't be easy to forget them. I can't forget my wife and you can't forget your husband. Maybe we shouldn't have accepted this match but.. Back again, I don't have the strength this time to go against everything. There was Renita who fought with me but now I live alone" said Refan.


Kinan was silent thinking about what he should do at this moment. Refan had already given up this matchmaking process completely to him. He is free to choose to accept or reject it.


"Let me take a week to think about it, Fan. I really can't answer it now. It's also very heavy for me at the moment. Because I also cannot forget Mas Bima" replied Kinan.


"We are still the same - equally injured Nan. I see, I'll wait for your answer" replied Refan.


"Okay, please have a drink. I'll call Mama and Papa in Salman's room. For a moment... " Kinan immediately stood up and walked towards her son's room.


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