The Pursuit of Fatimah Love

Afif Abizar and Fatimah Assyifa Khairunnisa

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Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi plagueatuh

Dear Umi and Abi...

Excuse me...

Loving Umi and Abi, raising me. But full of iniquity I repay your love and affection. Umi, Abi I apologize for the mistakes and mistakes I have chosen today. Forgive me for not being able to bring my feelings to you.

I'm sorry that I can't accept a proposal from the man of choice Umi and Abi, there's one reason I can't explain right now.  I love Umi and Abi, allow me to repay my devotion to you one day, without having to accept the match you have agreed to, but for now let me avoid for the sake of peace of heart. Please don't look for me*.

Greetings full of love

Adinda Fatimah Zara's

Today is the day that most shakes Fatimah's heart. When he is faced with the fact that his parents are bound to an arranged agreement with one of his closest friends when he was a child.

"Piye Fat is ready yet? you are an adult already supposed to be married" Umi, asked while pouring a bowl of soto right in front of Fatimah.

Fatimah was unable to give an answer. He prefers to look down and give his sweetest smile. Umi could not know if Fatimah was sad that night.

Since Fatimah was born, she has been betrothed to Abinya's best friend's son. Many times Umi reminded him of this matchmaking so that the princess was not entangled in an illegal relationship before the time came.

Huft....

Fatimah was only able to let out a long sigh and lowered her head. Her fingers were busy squeezing the dangling hijab covering her long mane. He's just trying to look okay.

"She, comes from a good family Nduk. By the permission of God, they are the ones who helped us from the fall several decades ago. They have invited you, even long before you went to puberty. Now they want you to be his daughter-in-law. Allow Abi, to keep their promise to them"

Fatimah, getting lower when the chant said the Abi spoken so calmly. He has no power to give a direct rejection of the request that concerns his life after this. Fatimah chose to leave her parents politely.

In the corner of the room, he began to roll out prayer rugs spilling all the heart-wrenching chaos. His soul screamed, but his mouth locked could not make a sound when faced directly with his parents.

O Lord, shall I accept this match? I myself have never seen it. The rumor I heard, he is the crown prince who has a bringas and tempramental attitude. Will this servant be able to accompany such a man.

O my Lord, as a woman I dream of the best husband to join me in perfecting this half of religion. This despicable servant wanted a companion like the Prophet's friend, Abu Bakr As-Sidiq who had a generous nature. Firm and courageous as Umar Bin Khatab, loyal only to one wife like Ali Bin Abi Talib. Will the man I'm dating have everything I expected of him? I'm afraid I'm disappointed, I'm afraid I'm hurt.

O Lord, forgive imperfect servants, but demand too much perfection for this life. 

Fatimah, again shed her tears on the prayer mat that was held on the cold marble when she remembered the figure of her dream companion. He even repeatedly said the same do'a to his Lord in order to seduce the creator.

Now he must fall into a trance when his hope is taken forcibly in order to realize devotion and love in both parents. That night in the midst of stuttering the night Fatimah, chose to leave for a moment the palace that has given happiness in his life for twenty-three years.

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"Abi..." a shrill voice rang out filling the joglo house that was far from the hustle and bustle of the city. A piece of paper bearing blue ink had been left on the princess' prayer mat along with the still-wet clear melt.

"What's up Umi? these nights screaming?" replied Abi, the middle-aged man who was making a miser in his room. He stepped calmly towards the source of the voice, not forgetting the palm of prayer that was still attached to his right finger.

"Fatimah Abi's. Fatimah.." heed Umi, with a trembling voice unable to withstand the turmoil of her heart. Instantly his legs felt like they were boneless. The woman with the floral-motivated rayon robe chose to drop her body weight on the mattress by carrying a letter in her grasp.

"Fatimah why Umi?"

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