The Pain of being Betrayed

Determination of Wedding Date

Days change week, weeks change month. There have been many things we went through, starting from Mas Angga stopped being a travel driver and moved to the same city as me, and working in a toy store as a toy mechanic that has been damaged children, the salary is not much but it is more than enough at that time.

Right at the end of 2013, my family and I came to visit the parents' house Angga, in order to silahturahmi while looking for a good date for our wedding.

Well, both of our families have known each other by phone, and have given each other blessing for us to step into a more serious level that is marriage.

We leave after dawn prayers. Because considering the trip there is quite a lot of time consuming. This time my sister did not come because she was traumatized when we first visited there.

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As usual, the trip there takes five hours drive, right at ten o'clock in the morning the car driven by Angga mas enter the yard of his house, which turns out our arrival has been awaited by the Angga family.

We went down and greeted one by one the people who were there.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said my father.

"Halaikumsalam" replied the people who were there.

"Please enter Sir, Buk" said mama mas Angga again with his friendly smile.

We went in and sat down on the floor, this time I could see quite crowded in the house, there was an older brother and his children present welcome our arrival, Angga, it all seemed so sweet to have received our presence so well.

We were treated to a few dishes, as well as drinks.

"So we came here, want to convey the good intentions of our children" said one of the traditional leaders in my village who participated there.

"Mommy, and you already know what I mean" he continued.

"Yes, sir, we already know that, so how good is it, sir?" ask mama mas Angga.

"The color of our children is equally confident in their decision to go to the level of marriage. And even in terms of age they deserve it, as good as we move it."

"If we as parents of Angga, agree sir, and I also agree with the father's words. So when's the best sir?"

Finally our two families negotiated first, when is a good day to hold our wedding, after quite a long time finally all the families have decided a good day that is in April, which is the month of April, for his Ijab qobul on the twenty-fifth, and his thanksgiving on the twenty-seventh.

"So it's agreed, sir, Buk. If our kids get married in April of tomorrow."

"Alhamdulillah is sir. But for his preparation we apologize can not help, because the circumstances are quite far. It is likely that we will come at his thanksgiving event only, ijab qobul in shaa Allah papa and his brother-in-law will attend."

"No problem, sir, Buk. Just help his blessing and prayer just for the smooth running of his event later." said my aunt who from earlier only became a loyal listener only.

Finally, everything is fixed. Makes me and the Angga do not stop releasing smiles on the lips. This really makes this heart very relieved because the relationship between me and Angga is certain.

We ate with joy, because the meeting between the two families went perfectly.

After eating, we took a short break before returning home on a tiring journey.

At three o'clock in the afternoon we said goodbye to go home.

"Color is already afternoon, we beg you to say goodbye first sir, Buk," said my mother saying goodbye.

"Well, Buk. Be careful on the road and please take care of my son while there."

"It must be Buk, son Angga we already consider like his own son really."

We also went out to the car after shaking hands, mas Angga drove his car died on the home page.

During the return trip, everyone was busy with conversations about his future plans. Unlike me who was very happy at that time, a smile was always engraved on my lips, wanting it to feel like the day was coming quickly, so that we were no longer far apart.

Not felt, at eight o'clock at night we arrived home with tired faces because it had traveled quite a distance.

Mas Angga was immediately paid to go home, because the car he was using at this time was his boss car. Alhamdulillah while working anywhere, mas Angga always given the trust by his boss. Because indeed the Angga people are very fun to talk to, very easy to get along.

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Time passed by so quickly, there was only one month left of our wedding day. I also quit my job, as well as Mas Angga because there are obstacles in his workplace until finally he decided to stop.

I can not force the will so that the Angga mas still survive working there. I don't want to be said selfish, while it's a mas Angga himself has been very depressed working there, finally I can only encourage him to find another job.

Actually at that time I was a little worried, because soon we will get married. While Mas Angga does not have a job, later after marriage will eat what?, it is impossible to depend on my parents.

Oh no!! I have to what now? how can I make Angga not offended by my words.

Indeed we before marriage have a dream, if married do not want to live one roof with my parents, nor with their parents. Because I understand very well how to live one roof with parents or in-laws.

But now our financial condition is not possible to stay alone even if only to contract.

Mas Angga did not stop trying, he still contacted his old friend who used to be a team with him in Batam. But maybe because it has not been his sustenance Angga mas has not been able to join his.

It's okay, I still continue to encourage Angga mas. So that the Angga do not despair to get a job, because this is all also for the sake of our future.

No way, after marriage I'm still defying my parents. Because in essence the responsibility of my parents no longer exists, because it has been extended to my husband later, namely Mas Angga.