The soul mate YOU sent

Chapter 14 Ta'aruf Last

I don't feel like time is passing very fast. It's been almost two months since Mas Damar disappeared. As well as my Ta'aruf, today is the last day. The plan is to meet Mas Zaky after the doctor to check the womb. I asked Lani to accompany me but she couldn't because she had to go back to the village to serve her recently deceased brother.

The clock is at number eight. I'm ready to go too. White knee-length dress with a small black polkadot motif made from chiffon without arms wrapped my tiny body. I haven't seen much change in my stomach. I can still wear my clothes without any difficulty. I'll get a white cardigan and a small bag in bed, ready to go.

Arriving in the living room I heard the voices of people talking from the front yard. It turned out that Mas Zaky and Mas Yayan were chatting in the garden chair. I swagged near them.

"Then Zaky wes neng kene? We made a goddamn rodok deal, right?"(how come Mas Zaky is here? We made a little afternoon, right?), I asked when I arrived in front of them.

"Tan Assalamualaikum. Sama umi in order nganter cake gawe aunt. And that also nganter you. Come on." Come on."

"Lek bawang-sawang kowe kabeh iki wes fit loh, wes ndang impermino kono."(if you look around you guys are suitable, already quickly inaugurated there), ledek Mas Yayan while standing. I was lazy to serve it. He knows what I want. It is definitely not this wedding.

"Wes ah, yok mas we leave", take me and walk straight away without waiting for an answer.

"Diiih, the sensation of being pregnant youngaa.", was heard chanting Mas Yayan increasingly excited.

When we were in the car, it was a bit awkward than usual when we met. Maybe because my mood is not good because of Mas Yayan's teasing or what, I don't know.

"Zinc endi clinic, Tan?"(which clinic, Tan?), Mas Zaky's voice broke the silence.

"Ituloh mas, zinc joint clinic in Tongan area."

"Arep is having breakfast at home?"(want to get breakfast first?)

"Zaky's pushing breakfast? I'm a wes to."((Zaky hasn't had breakfast yet? I was already.)

"I'm yo wes mau.", he said grin. Seeing her smile made the awkward atmosphere disappear. To be honest, I started to feel comfortable with him. Honey, maybe we're not friends. My heart stays by Mas Damar's side. I did this ta'aruf only as an obligation to my parents.

"Mas Zaky doesn't po-po nganterin me prikso?", asked me later.

"No po-po, why is it?, you are disturbed? I'm waiting outside" he replied mantab. One of the things that amazed me was that he never hesitated.

Upon arrival at the clinic, it turns out that there is no need to wait long. Maybe because it was still early morning, there were only a few patients in front of the obstetrician's room. A couple whose age is not far from us. Looks like they just wait for the day of birth in view of the size of the stomach of the wife. Seeing them chatter spoiled certainly makes the envy of anyone who sees. No exception to me. Unknowingly the corner of my lips was already drawn to the side, forming a smile.

The results of the examination while there was nothing to worry about. Just have more rest and not too much thought. But how is it possible?!! There are a lot of problems that need to be solved right away. But at least my fetus is healthy and fine.

"Saiki arep nandi?"(now where are you going?), ask me when we're on the road.

"The plan is I want to stop by nang BDI seng do not follow want to take the book ma material, all you know me to my friends there."

"BDI iku opo, um?"

"The islamic dawah. You don't mind, do you?"

"No problem."

Today is our last ta'aruf meeting. Six times we met. And never once did I sit in the front seat. Not that I want to, haha. We always go to crowded places, lots of people. Like the mall, the square, or once in a day we were only in his convection place. He reasoned not to cause slander. I never minded that. His attitude was always kind and sweet, although he kept his distance. We never touched even once. Skip the day we crashed, it wasn't intentional. You could say I never took the initiative to take her somewhere. It seems that I did this to the extent of respecting his decision.

We arrived at a complex building with a large mosque. There were a lot of people in the building. Seeing them I hesitated to go down. It's the first time I don't trust myself to meet people. No, not because I like to be inferior but because I don't seem to fit in among these people.

"Let's go home."(let's go down), Mas Zaky's voice made me aghast.

"Klo g' mudun, g' po-po right?", I replied reluctantly.

"G' po-po, yuk down. They're g' gonna fucking shit."

I still doubt. But seeing Mas Zaky's smile and his hopeful gaze made me go down as well in the end. As we walked closer there began to be one or two people watching. And in the end almost everyone looks at it even if only for a while or just keep paying attention. And I know what the cause is. Of course this unbalanced scene, me and Mas Zaky must be. In a place where all men wear pants and clothes koko material, there are even those who wear thop or suits with peci, and, while all the women wore a robe and hijab at length it was I whose clothes were clearly the most exposed. Good thing I used my cardigan after I left the clinic.

I see Mas Zaky relaxing, not affected at all. Huuuuf, yes, it is already a concern as well. Going back to the car is also free. We arrived in front of a room. I can see there are some people inside.

"Assalamualaikum aki, ukhti.", said Mas Zaky at the door.

"Waalaikumussalam warohmatullah, aki.", they answered almost simultaneously with a fluffy smile.

But the smile soon disappeared as their eyes realized that I was behind Mas Zaky's back. Not much different from the people outside. It was clearly a look of shock and curiosity on their faces. Realizing the direction of their gaze, Mas Zaky stepped aside to make me look clearer and started introducing me.

"Akhi, ukhti, introduce this Tania, she's the girl I've been with" Mas Zaky said with a big, sweet smile

That made them even more shocked. I just smiled stiffly at their eyes. Wow.., I was like seeing an exhibition of various kinds of facial expressions in this room. Funny to see their reaction. "Hi. hello, I'm Tania.", there was clearly awkwardness in my voice.

After that Mas Zaky asked his female friends to accompany me, while he had some business with some of his male friends. Some of them started talking to me and asking questions. It turns out that they are friendly and also do not care about people's affairs. The questions they ask are also general in nature and do not lead to privacy.

It's just that when Mas Zaky's business was over and we were about to leave, I accidentally heard some women talking in a low, half-spirited voice.

"I'm wrong Mas Zaky find' girl for ta'aruf."

"Don't care, Ra?"

"Yo see ae, cook that pakeane. G' fits Mas Zaky."

"Not necessarily the dress g' according to the shari'a of bad behavior Ra, maybe the nature'e baek. Makane Mas Zaky wants to ta'aruf her."

"Wes Ra, g' by ghibah tau."

"You're yo!, sopo seng ghibahe se. We are told to find a good soul mate in order to provide calmness in our hearts and lives. Lek make sure ourselves ae g' can, how to keep the honor of the husband. Liaten, short skirt ngliatin kaki, g' pake' hijab ngliatin haire. Gimana mo spelled out nature'e good klo dressed ae g' good. Duh Mas Zaky's keblinger po piye yo, kok kasian.", the owner of this voice as if not take a breath while talking.

Hmm... It hurts too when I hear that I'm not good enough for Mas Zaky. I wanted to go to the woman for talking about me as if she knew how I was. I think that if the clothes are covered and the hijab has exceeded the knee does not like berghibah turned out to be the same as the complex mothers who are more arisan.

"Ra, g' good tau' talking to people like that. If he is heard surely sa..", before this voice mlsngkapi his sentence, a deep and firm voice mengngiterupsinya.

"Ehhem.., afwan ukhti. Note g' can yo ngeghibah and hurt the hearts of others. You're starting to smell the carcass of your brother you just ate", Mas Zaky's voice sounded so cold and your map gave me goosebumps. I wondered how the face of the woman who was gossiping was. Because now there is no sound.

After that Mas Zaky incessantly apologized. Starting from the exit of the building, in the car, even now as we waited for the lunch we ordered to arrive. To be honest, I was a little shaken by the words of the woman. It never occurred to me that I would be affected by such words and relate to Mas Zaky. I don't want to get dizzy. After this, we will never see each other again. But I want to end ta'aruf's wish effectively. Well at least it works for me. Haha.