The Pain of being Betrayed

Second Meeting

After the first meeting a few months ago. Not much has changed is still the same. Still undergoing long distance relationship, still communicating by phone and text.

And right in 2013, my older brother got married. And this time I invited the lady to come home.

Tut Tut Tut

Phone call sound.

"Assalamu'alaikum." sahut mas Angga across the street.

"Walaikumsalam, dear. What else, dear?" answer me, well we both agree with the word 'honey', our beloved call.

"Not to mention anything dear, what's the matter of calling, usually I first call."

"You have happy news with you. My sister wants to get married, and my mom wants you to come, baby."

"Well, are you serious, baby??" answer that Angga does not believe.

"Seriously dear, I told you about our relationship."

"Keep mama said what?"

"Yes, say nothing, tell you to come to my sister's wedding tomorrow."

"Well, how come baby, I'm afraid after meeting me, mama you don't like and oppose our relationship."

"Darling, don't think too far first, my parents aren't that type. My parents did not look at the physical and material. My parents do not want to interfere in the affairs of their children's spouses. because who will undergo the housewife will be our children, not them."

"Well then. I must've come here, missed her."

"Okay, I'll see you soon, baby. We will continue to call her. About her I'm doing a lot of work, help prepare the wedding tomorrow."

"Well, watch out for the work, baby, don't get anything."

"Yes, my dear, it's Assalamu'alaikum."

"Walaikumsalam." answered the host and the phone was cut off.

After the phone call ended, I went out of the room to the kitchen where the other people were struggling with their respective duties.

I can't wait for tomorrow, because I'll meet my heart. For months we have not met. Because our house is far enough apart, it feels like to immediately go to the marriage level so as not to be far away again.

All preparations are done. Starting from the food for the guest banquet, the decoration of the guarantee all is in order.

And the end of the waiting day came as well. The day my brother will say a sacred promise before God, and of course a happy day for me because I can meet again with the Angga mas.

"Beautiful..!! " said Mas Angga while sitting beside me.

"What..??" ask me not to understand.

"You're beautiful today, baby."

"Ah, Mas can make me float" said I blushed embarrassed for the praise that was thrown at the Angga mas.

"I'm serious, baby. You're so beautiful today." repeated Angga, his eyes don't stop staring at me.

"Well, is his ijab qobul not here?"

"No, Mas, at the girls' house."

"O, but it's good, you can continue to be with you. Go get on that bus, right?" mas Angga said while pointing at the bus in question.

Well, because we're not from the upper class, who have a private car. So we could only afford to rent a Tourism bus to go to my sister's future wife's house.

"Yes Mas, yes already yuk we go up first look for a good position" said I while pulling the hand of the Angga mas towards the bus.

Five minutes after we boarded, finally in the same group that will take my brother to the house of his future wife. Quite a lot of people left, because this is how it is in my village.

After all boarding, the bus drove to the venue will be held. It did not take long finally the bus stopped right in front of a mosque place in his ijab qobul. All the groups went down including Me and Angga.

And again, because in my village if the marriage especially ijab qobul is carried out in the mosque, at home or in the office of KUA. Not in high-rise buildings with good decorations. But do not know also if the event ngadain his people there he he he he. This version of us whose finances are only as makeshift, but still grateful with the blessings given by God to us.

In our religion was 'Islam', the legal requirement of a marriage is, the presence of a female guardian, dowry and witnesses. And for the reception itself is not mandatory. If you can, the provision is there please.

After all is complete, the pronunciation of ijab qobul was started. With one breath my brother said ijab qobul steadily.

"Yeahahh....!!!" the witnesses who were there.

Thank God my brother is no longer alone. There is already a wife who will help in every activity, and her responsibilities in the future will certainly increase. Namely in responsible in the household that will be built later. In my heart I am so grateful for this marriage.

Without me noticing, Mas Angga looked at me meaningfully.

"Why, hum?" asked Mas Angga while holding my hand, which made me realize from the taste of haru that enveloped my heart.

"It's okay, Mom. It's just a shock that my brother finally got married and had a wife."

"You know what I'm thinking right now, right??" asked Mas Angga, who made me turn to look into his eyes.

Our eyes are locked together.

"I again think, if at this time we are married and in front of the penghulu" said mas Angga with a sweet smile.

"Ah, I'm starting again. Not that we've promised to get married in two years, when we've both got the capital to get married."

Well, a few months ago we promised each other we'd get married in two years. Because considering the current Angga mas do not have a permanent job.

"Yes, but after seeing your sister get married, I also want to get married immediately, if the problem of sustenance in shaa Allah must have a way later, if we want to try."

"Yes, I have no problem. Only for now is it better to focus just to get more work.about her even though only a wedding does not make the reception still need a fee, Mas."

"Well, I'll fight to find work again, what is important halal."

"I help his prayer, Mas, hopefully soon get his job."

"Yes, thanks to the future wife" said mas Angga while rubbing his one eye, which made my cheeks hot and reddened.

After Ijab qobul, we were all taken to my sister's wife's house, we were in suguhi various kinds of dishes.

We all enjoyed it with great joy.