The Smile of God for Marissa

Weddings

Shamsya's parents and his brother were found. The SAR team, TNI POLRI, found them in a place that was hugging each other. All are in rotting condition. Syamsya screamed at the condition of his parents who were almost unrecognizable. It was the clothes his father, mother and sister wore that made him know it was his family.

I held him tight. I whispered Istighfar to calm his heart. The spoiled girl who has been stubborn since then, still does not want to say lafadh istighfar. He chose to scream and scream. Hugging the body bag regardless of the foul smell, he kissed and he wiped the body bag. Many times he did to a bag containing three bodies that could not be separated.

Everyone who saw it was moved. Some volunteers continue to view Shamsa's activities without any intention of stopping it. I had no trouble with everything that people did, seeing them let Shamsa act, I finally decided to stand up and stay away. Lina, who had been looking at me emotionally, immediately pulled my hand

“Shyamsya, Son. Mumpung mother and father are not buried yet, now call your lover to marry you in front of the body of your parents,” Middle-aged mother who I later knew as her bulik Syamsya approached. He looked at Shamsa with hope that Shamsa would answer immediately. I see Syamsa still cool with his activities hugging the body bag in front of him regardless of his aunt's speech.

“Sayang . . . ! “ By aunty Syamsa once again. This time he held Shamsa and invited him to sit in a chair that was lying in the corner of the room.

“Currently, marry ! Your parents and brothers are still in front of you. Let them see your happiness.” Said the middle-aged woman while staring at the gentle Shamsa.

This is the tradition of some Javanese. Maybe not all Java but I know, some of them carry out marriage in front of the bodies of loved ones. I've seen it a few times, Peni got married when her grandmother died. He called Indra his loved ones to marry him simply. Ines too. He was married when his father died of cancer and I do not know who else carried out such a custom, which is clear between conscious or not, I saw Shamsya directing his gaze to my commander Qomar. I would have almost fainted had I not remembered that my position in this place was a volunteer in charge of helping others, not to burden others.

“But Bulik . . .” Syamsya. Between brave and not he stared at Qomar.

“ Syamsya ! There is no time for them to see you. You're not sorry, son ? Hurry along ! Call your lover to marry you today too. “ urges middle-aged mother to Shamsya.

“Yes, Yes, come on, show Om, who is the man of your heart's choice who today is willing to please both of your parents. “

“Mas Qomar, Om. Di . . . he's the one !” Shamsya's index finger pointed at Qomar who was glued to his place, not believing what he had heard. Uncle Syamsya walked over to Qomar and in a stern voice he said, “ Nak . . You've heard my nephew drop his heart on you? Get married today. All for the sake of Shamsya's parents who will soon be buried. “ Qomar silent. A few minutes he was staring.

“Mas Qomar, will Mas Qomar marry me now ? “ pinta Syamsya. I don't want to see how Qomar reacts. I lowered my face. I think my feelings are gradually feeling sore. My heart is slashed, bleeding. My pride was disturbed but somehow I was unable to stem the turmoil that was raging stronger. The tears that I had endured since Shamsya had looked at Qomar, I was rude and I did not know how to do.

Shamsya ignored the surroundings. It's as if he doesn't think we exist. Some vague words came out of his mouth. Many times his Buliknya failed to calm him down, before Qomar finally came and hugged him tightly. I want to run away from this room. But I paled even though I knew my heart was bleeding. I would like to see developments about Shamsa and Qomar. I wonder how Qomar accepted the challenge that was far beyond his expectations. I also want to know how Qomar feels. Will he consider his love for me as he said yesterday or he will close that feeling in order to help Syamsa.

“Insya Allah I am ready to get married today. I'll invite my parents to come.” Said slowly. I felt the lightning strike my head. I felt dizzy but I still did not want to get out of my seat. I want to wait for that procession and enjoy the pain in my heart.

“Astaghfirullah,”gumamku when I saw Syamsya buried his head in the chest of Qomar. The crying broke out there. Again, I can't do much. Tears running down my cheeks were not only sad to see the bodies of Bu Yuli and Mr. Darmawan, and his brother Syamsa, but because it turned out that there was a gaping wound watching the scene presented before me.

“ Be forgiving and have people do what ma’ruf and turn away from the foolish. “The soft voice of the man who had been sitting next to me that I myself did not know how long he had been near me, accompanied me to look at Shamsya and Qomar. I was embarrassed because he looked at me and smiled.

“ Ma . ..sorry, Brother.” I said. Once again a great shame arose. I am ashamed that a human being knows that my heart is jealous. I am also ashamed that love has overcome my senses. I should have understood the actions of Shamsya, who now needs more moral support from Qomar. I might as well have to be a little heartened towards the actions that Qomar has already taken. Not to be jealous.

“ Brother is jealous, so I need to talk to you about that. Sorry.“ he said as he reached out a tissue to me.

I just kept quiet. If only I could choose, I would run away from this room and hide from people. I want to go all the way to bring my heartache to my mother and I'm putting it all together to make me feel calm. But all I'm shaving.

“Why silent ?” the man next to me looked at me full of probing.

“Ti . . It's okay” tears on my cheek rubbed with my palm. The Tishu that the male in front of me was still lying next to me. Looking at me, the man next to me smiled.

“This is what you need ?” He held out a whole tissue to me for the second time. I'm shaking. I didn't take a single sheet.

“Hopefully can lighten your load. Wear ! It is not good to use your palms to wipe your tears because there may be bacteria that will enter the eyes.” I embarrassedly touched the tissue and wiped my tears slowly. For a moment I looked at his face. He is very handsome. What amazed me so much was that, though handsome, he did not indulge in the privileges given by God to captivate the heart of women as Qomar did. He stayed calm and kept cool, didn't talk much and everything was perfect. I'm gonna head down right away. Then I held my head up and cast a glance at the two teenagers who were still hugging.

I felt my chest sigh. My lukaku gaped wide, and my spirit weakened.

“Adik doesn't want to share his taste with me ?” ask the man who has been with me since, looking at me. I just shook my head. Don't know what to say.

“Risa, you're still here apparently ?” greet Lina while approaching me. His hand he stretched out to guide me out of the room, but he immediately abandoned his intention. He looked at my face and turned to the handsome man next to me.

“Why ?” tanyanya.

“It's okay, Lin. God willing after this is fine. I just need to sit for a while.” The man next to me told Lina to sit in his place.

“Sit, Ma'am. Accompany him.” He said as he passed leaving the hall room.

“Eh, tell me what happened to you!” lina urged. “Jangan said that you were moved by Syamsa. He has already hurt your heart.”

“Syamsa . .” is all I can say.

“What ? Syamsa why ? “thanya full search.

“Marriage.” Answer's short. I held off lara and I saw Lina glaring.

“Who will marry her?”

“Qomar.” Sahutku short. Lina sat down weakly. He immediately grabbed my body and buried my head in his chest. I wanted to cry but I paled. There is no point in me crying because all the decisions have been made. Just carry it out and execute it today.

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The corpse is finished being shaken. All were silent, waiting for the arrival of Qomar's parents and the ruler. Some middle-aged mothers lead Shamsya and Qomar to a room. I know, there's Bulik Shamsya there. He asked Shamsya to marry in front of the body of his family. He also made Shamsya decide to ask Qomar to marry him.

Three o'clock Qomar's parents came. Penghulu had waited half an hour ago and the wedding procession was finally carried out. Here's time. The moment when I felt all my hopes shattered. A barrier or even an abyss had opened wide before me. The chasm that forbade my heart to continue its journey into the heart of my commander Qomar and this is very painful. Like forcing a thorn that has stuck in the flesh, left to remain inside will be tormented while if we pull it we will be hurt.

I can only surrender. Bring it to pull out the thorn in my flesh because the risk is the same. My heart was wounded and bleeding. But I will still hope that the blood that flows will be able to heal.

Shamsa and Qomar, who had been taken up, sat at a table that had been laid out by neighboring Syamsa refugees. Her aunt Shamsa and her husband and witnesses and rulers were already preparing to perform the Qabul ijab.

After the ijab kabul is performed, a funeral procession is prepared. I stood following the pre-departure procession of the body. Mr. Syamsul, the village head gave a speech representing the family and finally the departure event was held.

My feet were about to step up following the pilgrims escorting Syamsya's parents followed by Lina and the cool man next to me but I paled. The HP in my pocket rang as the body carrier moved away. New numbers decorate my cell. I hesitated to pick up the phone. I saw Lina looking at me as if asking, Who ? I shrugged my shoulders. This dashing man of two days faithfully accompanied me looked at me.

“Why doesn't Brother pick up his phone?” tanyanya.

“New number” I replied accordingly. Actually not because of the new number, but at this time my feelings are still reluctant to talk to people let alone phone calls.

“Do you always reject a new number ? Perhaps there is important information to be conveyed. Try calling back,” is very patient the man accompanied me. I followed his orders to call the owner a new number. But I haven't had time to press the call button, my cell is ringing again.

“Assalamualaikum” I opened a conversation and I heard a voice across answering greetings. I see that all the people have stayed away, honoring the funeral of Syamsya's parents while I can only sit down to receive a call from the rectorate who expects me to attend this afternoon because I have to attend an essay writing competition in Jakarta. I saw my surroundings looking for Lina. It turns out he's gone somewhere. Maybe he's been with Sulis and the others to the funeral.

Intentions to step into the funeral. I immediately walked towards the functioned room to stay in to improve. It's late afternoon. The drizzle is still with us at the moment. A moment after I finished with my preparations, I stood up. I looked at every corner of the room to make sure that nothing I needed was left behind. I got out of the room right when everyone was at the funeral.

“Where's sister going ? “asked the mysterious man I met behind the school garden anxiously. I'm just smiling. “Sadik doesn't want to attend the funeral ? Why ? The girl whose parents left behind desperately needs your support, Dik.“

“Pardon me, Brother, today I have to go. “ not to mention my sentence is finished he has cut.

“Did the event make Sister hurt and want to leave this location ? Please rethink, society still needs all of our energy. Do not because of our personal problems scattered so that the work that should be finished so abandoned.”

“You misunderstood. I didn't leave without reason. The Rectorate instructed that I immediately go home to attend the essay competition in Jakarta. The call from the new number was the phone from my guidance counselor who used his wife's number. He asked me to come home soon because the essai I sent to the national level competition one month ago was nominated for presentation. Tomorrow I have to present before the yuri to determine the top three. Please pray the blessing because two more days I have to leave, I have to take care of the administration for our departure.” I said. Surprise.cool abiz's face in front of me was beaming. His hand reached out to congratulate me but I refused. I don't want him holding my hand for no reason. I don't want him to know how cold my palms are because I'm happy.

“ O, sorry, I think Sister complies with lust and wants to leave the evacuation for no reason. Good luck, may Allah make it easier for you to win. Bringing the good name of the area. I just found out that the girl I know isn't just any girl.” Speak slowly.

“Amin, thank you Brother. Come, Assalamualaikum”

“Waalaikum greetings.” The answer. Just as my feet left him, he called me.

“ Brother ! “ I stopped the step and turned to fulfill his call. “How does Brother come home ? If you'd like, let Brother deliver.” Bargainly.

“Thank you. The school car is waiting downstairs. Let's sister, Assalamualaikum “ I left the location after saying goodbye to all residents in the refugee camp. A pair of eyes lead me and this I will make my capital and encouragement to be able to win the match.

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