The End of the Waiting

Honeymoon

The call of the Most Love awakens Amara from her deep sleep. He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. Time has shown four o'clock over thirty minutes. Amara immediately got up, took a shower and did the duty.

After the dawn prayer, Amara recites. The chants of the verses of the Qur’an sounding melodious echoed in his room. It was a habit that he would teach after prayers.

The atmosphere this morning looked dark overcast hanging in the sky. Shortly thereafter, rain water washed over the earth. Amara opened the door leading to the balcony and stood there enjoying the rainwater that soaked the body. His eyes closed while feeling a coldness sweep over his skin.

“Like this big little boy of yours, Mara. Holy hooch! You can have a fever and flu later,” the nagging of someone whose voice is quite familiar in the ear. Amara did not have to turn to know who the owner of the soft voice was.

“I have always loved rain, Mom,” replied Amara opening her eyes, turning her head towards Raisa who was looking at her anxiously. His lips curled up to form a smile. “After the rain, the sun will reappear. So also with life, after pain, happy will come say hello.”

Raisa shook her head slowly. “Hurry in. You will be sick.”

Amara nodded and stepped back into the room. He immediately took out a towel to wipe his wet body, then immediately changed clothes.

“What problem is there? I see you're thinking a lot.” Raisa seemed to understand the state of her daughter.

“No, Ma'am,” Amara replied briefly. “Mommy is healthy? Take a break until the situation is completely restored. Remember four more days your son is married you know,” he continued while chuckling softly.

“Mother is just praying for your happiness. May Allah keep you under all circumstances.”

“Aamiin. I will also always pray for father and mother to be given health and long life so that they can always accompany me.”

Raisa smiles haru. His hands were embracing his daughter's shoulders affectionately. She had already heard from her husband about their meeting with Haris a few days ago. The meeting seemed ordinary, but as a woman Raisa knew that dilemma will always be felt after.

“By mother talk?” asked Raisa gently.

Amara looked at her mother and nodded.

“Four days you'll be someone's wife. After marriage, you belong to your husband.” Raisa took a rough breath and exhaled slowly. “Before marriage, you must make peace and forget the shadows of the past. After marriage, you will devote your life to your husband. Do not let memories or stories from the past interfere with your marriage.”

Amara nodded in understanding the direction of her mother's conversation.

“You still have a taste with Haris still left?” asked Raisa carefully full of probes.

“Gak, Mom. I've even completely forgotten about it.” Amara was honest.

“If there is still a feeling left in your heart, ask God to immediately remove that feeling.” Raisa's message that was responded with a nod of the head.

“Say father, Haris parted ways with his wife. You know that?”

Amara nodded. “Know. But it's none of my business and won't affect anything, Miss.”

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Akram sat alone with his father while playing chess accompanied by a glass of coffee that still reflects hot steam.

Occasionally the middle-aged man chuckled because the child was completely unwilling to budge against him.

“Akram.”

“Yes, Papa!”

“You already know your future wife's past. Good bad he in the past do not let you bring it up to make him hurt,” Ahmad Arsalan said seriously.

Quietly before stepping into a serious level, Ahmad Arsalan had indeed found out about the background of his prospective son-in-law. However, the middle-aged man and his wife did not refuse let alone judge. They support whatever happiness their son has.

“Although it has changed for the better, it does not mean that the wild side also disappears just like that. There are times when the attitude and nature will appear, whether it is when. You have to be able to control yourself not to bring up her past. Understand?” continue with great emphasis.

“I get it, Papa. I have accepted it, it means I am willing to accept all the consequences that will happen later,” Akram replied calmly.

“Good!”

“Maybe that's my test later. May I bring my wife to always be on the path of kindness. God willing we will both learn to remind each other later.”

“Papa just remind.” Ahmad Arsalan did not doubt his son. He who is older alone must admit that in terms of attitude, Akram is calmer and not easily influenced by anything.

Although Akram has known of his future wife's past, he has no doubts. For him it was a life lesson. There is no bad man as long as he strives to be better.

To Be Continue ....