The Smile of God for Marissa

Go back to Yogyakarta

Ba’da sublime, we gathered in the middle room.

“Marisa Darling, Mom and Dad and grandma want to know about your feelings to Aditya.” Mr. Mustafa opened the conversation.

“We want to make sure you really love Aditya? “

“Do I have to answer here, Mom, Sir? “ I feel I'm in trouble. It's not a trivial matter because it's about feelings. I have always never been able to express my feelings openly. But now, I'm being held up to have to convince them of how I feel about the children and grandchildren of this family.

“ I guess here also no problem, let all clear. Aditya's getting better too, isn't he Dit? “ I saw Aditya's face stiffen. Maybe because he didn't want me to be ashamed in front of his family. Or maybe he's worried that I can't fulfill all his family's wishes.

“If you can, Dik Marisa reveals may, Mom. But I'm sure Dik Marisa would be embarrassed to say that she loves me in front of all of you, right Dik ?” I just nodded.

“Jawab only with yes or no.” Pinta Bu Meisya's.

“What should I answer, Bu?”

“Do you really want to accept my son with all his advantages and disadvantages ? That's it, hopefully not too burdensome.” Said Ms. Meisya while looking at me.

I just nodded.

“Insya Allah I sincerely, Bu.”

“Anything includes this simple Aditya family condition, dear? “ This time Mr. Mustafa assured.” Aren't you going to be ashamed of having poor in-laws ?”

I smile.

“Father, Mother, Grandma and Sister Aditya. All men are equal before their Lord, the difference is faith. A man of faith and knowledge who has a higher degree before Him. Why should I be ashamed of having such a warm family ? I am married not to the treasures and riches of the world because I believe God has given the best destiny to me.”

Ms. Meisya hugged me tightly. He kissed me many times.

“Thank you, Son. You are the crown of our family. May Allah give happiness to you both.”

“Aamiin, yes Rabb. Thank you, Mother.”

Aditya looked at me with an ever-expanding smile getting my answer.

“Alhamdulillah, may Allah give you the ease to build a family that is sadinah mawaddah wa rahmah” Grandma also approached me and hugged me tightly, tighter than Mother.

“Aamiin” all guarantee.

“Then, let's now find your wedding ring. I don't want to buy anything that's madzir. Everything should be in accordance with my daughter-in-law's choice. Isn't that right, Mom?

“True, now go shopping for them. “Kata Grandma. I feel like I have no voice. Aditya finally stood up following Bu Meisya and I followed him from behind. Aditya booked a taxi online and the five of us drove down the highway. The first place we visited was a jewelry store.

“Please Mr, Mom there is something we can help you with ?” a waiter came to us who had just entered his shop. Aditya pulled my hand and told me to pick the jewelry.

“Kak, I don't want to be too troublesome. Even if you will buy jewelry for me, you should just choose, Marissa feels unable to do everything.”

“But you will wear it later, Sayle” Bu Meisya persuaded me.

“I will wear whatever my husband and in-laws give me, Mom. Whatever I will gladly accept.

“Ya already then. Let Brother decide.” Finally Aditya who chose everything, necklaces, rings, bracelets and earrings are all very classy. After the vote, there was another dispute between the mother and the child. The mother insisted on paying for all the items that had been purchased.

“Adit's getting married, Mom. So Adit must give this dowry to my wife.” Aditya took out a card and gave it to the waiter. After buying jewelry, we headed to the boutique to choose a wedding dress. I just kept quiet to see Aditya's family make a choice for me. They only ask me once, are they happy ? When I nudged them they immediately told me to try and pay for it. It's afternoon. Ashar's Adhan was already reverberating in the mosque around us. Aditya's family finally ordered a go car that drove him to Aditya's house while I prefer to order a motorcycle gojek. Before we parted, Mother Meisya kissed and hugged me tightly.

“We'll meet next week at your house baby. Get ready !”

“God willing, Mom. Marisa will prepare everything. “

“Alright darling. Today we got here. You don't want Aditya?”

“Thank you, Mom. We are not muhrim so can not go both.” Aditya just smiled at my answer. This afternoon, I met my future husband's family. And for me this is the start of our wonderful introduction.

Arriving at the boarding house, I immediately took a bath and established the Ashar prayer. Then go to the kitchen and join the friends who are cooking for our dinner.

Nine o'clock in the night, Aditya's message came in.

“honey”

“My love”

I could only smile receiving a romantic message from the engineering faculty lecturer. I don't want to repay him. Just read it and change the reaction. I saw him typing. But long ago it disappeared and finally the word online disappeared from my screen. Maybe there's something he has to do so he pauses to type something for me. I put a cell phone on my desk. I want to sleep, because tomorrow I have to go back to Jogjakarta to see my mother and father.

This morning, after my dawn, I immediately put my clothes on. I'm going back to Yogyakarta. I laid out clothes in a small suitcase that used to accompany me wherever I went. Sisy drove me to the nearest bus stop. After ten minutes of waiting there was finally a bus coming and taking me.

It was still very early in the morning, this might have made the bus I was riding very loose and empty of passengers. Or there's another reason, I don't know. A man came up to me and pulled the fare. I pay according to his request. After that, I sat down listening to the murottal of the Koran from my phone while occasionally following the verses chanted in an ummi tone.

Two hours later I arrived at the Yogyakarta tourism terminal. I got off at the passenger disembarkation and walked out to book an online taxi that would take me quickly back to my house in Sumberharjo Prambanan. Nine o'clock I got home greeted by Sister Marni who was cleaning my room. Pati's father has been in the office since half-seven and mother, must be in a class teaching students at N 1 High School in my district. I deliberately didn't tell my return today because I didn't want to interfere with my parents' activities. I prepared my own application.

“Assalamualaikum,”

“Waalaikum greetings, Sister Risa ? Why not go home and say it ? Mother did not tell Mbak Marni that Mbak Risa will go home today so I did not order anything to welcome.” Marni helped me lift my little suitcase.

“The application is still two days away, Ma'am? Did Mas Reza mas Willy not go home?”

“They insya Allah will go home at the wedding Mbak.” I put my clothes and suitcase on my closet and followed Ms. Marni to the dining room. I saw Marni making me tea and I immediately took a plate for breakfast,

“Mbak Marni we have breakfast! I'm already hungry once.” I spooned the rice and took the vegetables and side dishes that mom cooked. I miss mom's cooking. And today part of my longing has been fulfilled. I ate voraciously, after which I walked into the kitchen to wash my used dishes.

“Put it down, Ma'am. Let Mbak MArni who washed” I do not ignore all the words of Mbak MArni. I washed my plate and walked to the living room to get my phone. I saw a regiment group chat that was busy talking about the most frenetic campus event, the sun campus band won the festival. The victory celebration will be held in the mini mala campus auditorium. I just heard about this plan even though they already said that the announcement had been posted since yesterday. I chat group of national scientific papers, there discussed the plan of activities for the winners which will be held in two weeks. I had to prepare myself for the call to get a chance to study at a famous campus in the Netherlands. May Allah will that I may go there. Even if I can't, it's definitely the best I have to accept.

Suddenly my phone shook. Call from my brother Reza.

“Assalamualaikum, Dik”

“Waalaikum greetings warahmatullah, Kak.” I fixed my sitting position. The other brother asked when the wedding would be held.

“Marissa doesn't know, Sister. They have not yet come to apply.”

“They come?”

“Insya Allah ahad Kak. So now Marissa is in Jogja to prepare everything.”

“Mother said you haven't come home yet. Why now you say you're on a jogja, bad boy.”

“Risa deliberately didn't say that she came home today.” I just smiled hearing my brother say I'm a bad boy. It's not the first time he's told me that.

“Review yes, if Kakak gets to the house I'm not your head.”

“Bby Kak. You can kiss too.” My god. Brother Reza laughed.

“Cium ? No it is yes. Brother wouldn't kiss a bad boy like you. Don't dream !” Phone is off without confirmation. I smiled at my sister's treatment. Just put my phone down I saw a phone coming in again. Without seeing who called me, I immediately opened the conversation.

“He doesn't want to kiss a bad boy like me, why call again ?”

“Adik, assalamualaikum”

Wa . . . waalaikum salam. Sorry who are you?” my face may have gone pale. Turns out I was talking wrong.

“I Seno. How's Brother doing?”

I could barely speak until I finally heard Seno calling me somehow.

“Adik!”

“ I . . Yes “

“You're still with me ?”

“I . . Yes Kak.”

“ If you allow after Brother comes home from duty, Brother will propose to you.”

“Cannot Brother. Can't do. “ I was surprised and spontaneously my mouth always says no and no. I stopped after I heard Seno cry. I didn't hear it until my heart heard it.

“Can Brother's mistake not be forgiven so Sister refused my application?”

“ Bu . . . not that, Brother. That's not. “ My tears have started to flow. I don't want to falter with my stance

“Then why did Little Sister reject me ?”

“I'll be married soon, Brother. Forget me.” I'll hang up and I'll turn off my phone and put it on the table. My tears immediately flowed and for how long, until I finally could control my emotions.

Marni ma'am who saw my behavior can only see me while cleaning the room.