
With an uncertain feeling, Rasya can only pray in his heart while hoping that his blessing will be received.
But his memory suddenly turned to what Arkan said that he also admired one of Akhwat in his boarding school.
His characteristics are so similar to the woman he will preach. Let's hope it's someone else, he murmured. His daydreams ran out instantly as someone knocked on the door of his room.
Geck..
tock..
''Yes, can Umi enter ?''
''Nam Umi. Unlocked, just go in !''
Ustazah When he opened the doorknob while saying,''It's ready ?'' Rasya.
''This is your seat !'' Ustazah Bila reached into his pocket while giving him a heart-shaped box.
Rasya accepted with a smile."Syukron Umi has helped Rasha," he said, hugging his mother.
Ustazah When her tears return the child's embrace while gently rubbing his back."Whatever Umi's son's sake, Umi's gonna do sya."
***
In the afternoon after ba'da ashar, Rasya, accompanied by his parents and grandparents, began the journey to Jakarta.
Both parents of the Princess no one knows the intentions of the family Ajengan pesantren who suddenly just called asking for an address because they want to visit establish a silahturahmi.
Because he felt that the arrival of special guests from the boarding school where his son served, Mother and Father Aisya was very prepared to welcome their arrival with joy. Not even the responsibilities of the preparation that had been prepared it looked so perfect.
The sound of the roar of the car stopped right in the courtyard of Aisya's house.
"Asalammualaikum..''
''Waalaikumsalam.'' replied someone from inside the house opening the door.
''Masyaallah Bu Nyai. Please come in ma'am !'' Declared.
The guests simply nodded as they followed in the footsteps of Mother Aisya behind her.
"Let everyone sit down please !''
''Thank you, ma'am..''
Before expressing his true intentions, Kyai Farhan as the oldest man on the male side asked Aisya's parents a few things.
''So, sir buk, does Princess Suah have a lover ?''
Mother is also Aisya's father glances at each other. What are they asking about Aisya who already has a lover or not ? Her thought.
"It seems like it hasn't been Mr. Yai," replied Aisya's father who made Rasya breathe a sigh of relief.
When the decision was made to enter the world of pesantren, Aisya had asked her parents to no longer call her by the name of Aisya, but with her new calling, Princess.
Even all the photos that used to be displayed in his house have been replaced with his photo when it was nerniqab.
"So like this, sir buk, we came here in addition to wanting to be generous, we also have a certain intention and purpose. Please speak your intention, Shay !" pinta Kyai Farhan turned to look at his grandson.
With a groin Rasya sighed repeatedly before a sentence was uttered from his lips.
"Asalammualaikum pak buk, introduce my name Rasha Syafaraz the only son of Ustazah Bila with Ustadz Aqil and the grandchildren of Kyai Farhan and Umi Bul-bul.
My intention to come here to want to menghitbah son and mother named Princess, also has become a santri a few months ago in our pesantren. Sorry in advance if I dare to be presumptuous have been idle Son Father and Mother."
"good. Father and Mother can contact the Princess and ask her later. But all I ask for is one thing, are you and Mom willing to help me ?!"
"What is son, God willing while we can help Rasya son," replied Aisya's father steadily.
"I only ask to keep my identity secret from the Princess. If he asks who the man is, my father and mother can use my last name !"
"But why Nak ?"
"There are things I can't explain sir. And let me tell him myself."
"Does Mom and Dad agree with my son ?" ask Ustadz Aqil this time.
"Who would not want to have a shaleh son-in-law like Rasya Ustadz. Bismillah, I personally as the parents of the Princess agreed. We received the khitbahan from Nak Rasya, but with Princess still it will be the one who will make the choice later," replied Aisya's father and those who heard only nodded in understanding.
*Alhamdulillah...
Your parents gave me their full blessing and support....
Let's see who will hide their respective indetities longer. You are my future wife and I am your future husband, you bad girl...
Hem, but I love....
Istiqhomah is always heartbroken !
I'm not here for myself. I'm here because I'm afraid of God. While carrying out God's word.
I'm not here about myself. Only wish to belong to the patronage of His Majesty by observing His Sunnah.
I'm not here for myself. But for you, which will someday be a priority in my life after God and Prophet.
I want you to be my most beautiful jewelry, which will together wade the titian to Heaven, reaching His Ridho.
Allow me with all these feelings that God has entrusted me to make a confession. For a long time, this self has held a liking. Not that I don't want to have you.
I just want to keep you clean for me to touch you. And tonight, I want to say with all my longing. “In the name of Allah, Most Merciful, Most Merciful, Be my companion.”
In the name of Allah, the Most Merciful and the Most Merciful, who created man in pairs. Let me make you the partner of my life to gain love from true love.
I came here to deliver a message. A profound message that aims to carry out the sunnah of the Apostle so glorious. Pouring feelings and love properly. As well as pouring longing to be as great as the reward.
All my longing has now been treated by the presence of me here. And with the permission and the pleasure of Allah I want to make you a wife.
A special name will be easily replaced if it is only written in the heart. Therefore, I want to make your special name not only written in the heart but in the marriage book. Will you marry me?
Rasha syafaraz
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