The soul mate YOU sent

Chapter 30 The new beginning.

"You want to go straight behind the opo and go around?", asked Mas Zaky.

"Ae mas's home, I'm tired. Good thing we want to pray isya ndek rumae abah yo mas, so until the house iso immediately sleep." I replied.

We were on our way home from our parents. Last afternoon after the dzuhur prayer we went to the house of father and mother, then we continued to visit ummi and abah.

"So you didn't notice how awkward Hafizah and Mbak Zizah are. Are you angry with them?"

"Any ae mas rasae, suddenly friendly and kind."

"Yo nice dong, they're g' bothering you again."

I only responded by shaking my shoulder. Mas Zaky knows I'm reluctant to talk about them. He started asking random questions, changing the topic of our conversation. Arriving at home I immediately berberes preparing to sleep or just sleep while playing a cell phone or reading a book. Mas Zaky was in his study, he had a lot to do. I slept for a few minutes with the bell ringing, again and again. I snatched the instant hijab I could use right away and walked out of the room, intending to open the door when Mas Zaky also walked out of his study with the same intention.

"Sopo?", asks.

"G' tofu. Opened ae.", he answered, approached the door and opened it.

"Halo Tania, piye kabare dear? Mama can come in?", greet the friendly figure of the middle-aged woman as soon as the door opens and our gaze meets.

"........", no words came out of my mouth, maybe I was too surprised.

Two figures that I refuse to meet. Especially at this time. Stand straight in front of the door. Realizing my silence, Mas Zaky spoke on behalf of myself.

"Excuse me, is there a need for nopo nggeh ma'am? My wife needs to rest because the condition is still not recovered" said Mas Zaky firmly but politely.

"We're g' long time ago Tan. Mama's permission to enter yo?", said the woman, still in a friendly tone.

Strange, really weird. Last time he came here, he went berserk even to the point of slapping me but why is this friendly now? I saw the attitude of Mas Damar who just stood still behind his mother. What the hell is it? Encouraged by curiosity I finally let them in. There is Mas Zaky here, they will not be able to do anything strange.

"Let's go in" I said as I preceded them sitting on the inner chair in the living room.

As soon as his mother sat down Mas Damar immediately spoke.

"You're so beautiful, Tan's wearing a hijab" she said.

"..........."

"So gini lo Tan, mama's here to apologize. Damar wes tell me everything, opo seng really happened until you married your husband iki. Mama sorry yo when I mama until bad talk nang you. Mama sampek slap you. Mama also apologized because of my grandchild mama until g' survived. Mama is really sad Tan, even though you g' so marry Damar karo but the baby is my grandson. I'm..."

"No! My baby is not my lady's cucue. Although I am sad and sorry my son left but I am relieved, because I became g'ono business again with the Hartadi family.", I said cutting his words.

"Darling g' by the way. Why call mama madam? Anyhow baby I'd have a son'e Damar. Mama knows you were upset because of our attitude the other day, but mama came here to apologize. Lita also wanted to apologize but she was in Malaysia, she said she tried to call you but g' could. We're..."

"G', I'm not saying that it's not a problem that I'm angry. But my son is not Mas Damar's son. The child of adultery g' is assigned to the biological father, the child I follow the mother's nasab. Follow nasabku. So for example, I married Mas Damar, the son of Ik tetep bint Tania Wibisono. Not the son of Damar Hartadi", obviously I try to look strong.

Mas Zaky continued to hold my hand gently but strengthened. Talking about my baby is like tearing back a wound that hasn't completely dried up. My heart is throbbing pain. I looked at the two people who were now sitting in front of me. Taking a deep, long breath and exhaling it, before I finally said back.

"If you're here just want to mbahas my baby seng wes g' there, you better go home. I'm..."

"G' Tan, mama's not done yet. Mama Yo wants to apologize for your rude attitude towards you. Mama accuse you of being ugly. Haruse mama horrified the explanation you were held at, but when I felt hurt because I thought you betrayed my son.", this time he cut my words.

"G' needs to apologize. Madam Sekar know? The saying 'the way people talk shows the person's identity' and I thank you for your attitude the other day so I knew it would be like my life if I became a member of your family and if I accidentally made a mistake. So now I'm grateful that I didn't get married to Mas Damar", I tried to say it with a calm and relaxed expression, even though I had to work hard.

"Taaan.", Mas Zaky's soft voice caught my attention.

I looked at him and he shook his head with a warning look. Astaghfirullah, could it be that my talk has gone too far?

"I'm sorry if I offend you guys".", I said sincerely.

"G' Tan, you really are. We were jerks and g' knew ourselves. I'm actually Tan's mess, I'm sorry. Our attitude is outrageous to you. I yo want to apologize seng worthy about the incident ndek camp kemaren ilu. I'm..."

"It's good that you realize your zinc opo is wrong. Where ono people talk about love but the behavior of the bumbling cake so.", this time Mas Zaky who cut the words Mas Damar firmly.

His voice was cold and heavy, spreading a menacing aura. I know he's mad about this. But he can still control his emotions well. He couldn't possibly start a fight just because of this, especially Mas Damar came to apologize.

"Let's Tan, mas. I'm on behalf of Damar yo sorry. Damar wes did not teach ndek house when he finished his story. Mama yo g' thought out iso-isoe he did koyok nang you.", said his mother Mas Damar with a look of regret.

"You really, I'm an asshole. Sorry I'm yo Tan. Sorry Zak, I'm gonna bother Tania again. I promise the last iki Seng. I see Tania is comfortable with you. Please keep looking after Tania yo Zak. May you be happy. I'm gonna be a loser again. I want to be happy like you Tan. I will change my life for the better. You accept my apology, right?", Mas Damar said to both of us.

I kept quiet for quite a while before I finally decided to accept her apology. Looking at Mas Zaky I nodded, giving a sign of accepting Mas Damar's apology. He responded with a smile.

"I thank you mas sorry, may you yo iso happy with your soul mate later."

"You don't worry, I will take care of Tania wholeheartedly according to the guidance of sharia.", continued Mas Zaky.

"Thank you Tan, Zak" said Mas Damar and his mother.

"Alhamdulillah, so wes g' ono trouble again yo. Silahturrohim'e g' until bad ends. May Allah bless us all from the events of iki" said Mas Zaky with a smile.

"Aaaamiin", we concurrently guarantee.

Around nine o'clock they came home. I who was tired and wanted to sleep soon lost interest. Just sitting leaning on the headboard while reading a book entitled "woman of heaven" a gift from Amara.

"G' so sleep'e?", asked Mas Zaky as he walked into the room.

He said he wanted to clean up the notes that were still scattered on his desk. After a few minutes in the bathroom Mas Zaky took a basket to join me. Lose himself and put his head on my lap. Both my eyebrows raised. This really surprised me because he had never been like this before. We did hug a few times even while we were sleeping but.this makes me feel pounding. I watched him close his eyes. Lying quietly unmoving, could it be that he was already sleeping? Unknowingly my hand raised up through his thick eyebrows from right to left. Why are her eyelashes this flick? It's more flickering than mine, it makes me jealous. My finger went down her nose bone, traced her jaw line and ended up stroking her lips. Perfect. That's all I can say when I look at him. His face, his posture, especially his attitude. A smile expands on my lips. When I raised my hand Mas Zaky prevented it. Holding my hand on her cheek. And opened his eyes slowly.

"I love the way you touch my face" she said with a smile.

My cheeks are flushed. It's not the first time I've touched her cheek but my heart's pounding won't swallow and it's getting tighter. I couldn't even say a word to respond to his words. Looking right into my eyes, Mas Zaky began to parse the word.

"Tan, do you know what I mean by reading Al A'la's letter as a companion dowry for you? Al A'la iku artie 'The Most High', the verses of the letter I describe Allah as very high, very much in the know even though we are in hiding, in secret, a warning to those who repent and do not repent, a reward for them and the eternal life of the Hereafter. I want to take you to Islam. With God's permission, you become a real person. Remembering Allah with every breath. Obey God's commandments of your own will. Your past is wrong, but I want to be your future. I marry you with sincere intentions, as imam seng iso lead you to a safe world afterlife. May we iso together until heaven. It's just you" he said without cutting our eyes.

I didn't feel like my tears were dripping down his face, until Mas Zaky wiped my cheeks with his fingers. Hearing him made me know that he was always thinking of me. After a moment he stopped, he continued.

"You want us to meet first? Decide on your house before I take S2 in Cairo. I think you'll know me to the zinc girls often don't see the cottage, campus, forum. Women robed with hijab, not infrequently complete karo veil. I was surprised when you came home from school, wearing a white-gray uniform with a knee-length skirt and ponytail hair. I thought when I was wrong abah g' iki want your soul mate same me? No, not because I g' like you, but because our environment is the same. When I like you, opo again fitting you smile and laugh while joking with Yayan. I love it so much I'm with you I'm grateful you're cueing me."

"Kok that?", I asked curious by the words that sounded out of sync.

"Come, aboute I have to break down to let g' out of sharia. Let me g's get 'maksiat. With you indifferent to me, I become a self-righteous iso ben g' approaching you by the way zinc hated by God. You know every time I want your smiling face opo seng doesn't sell? I wudlu continue to pray sunnah two rakaat or I saw read the Quran, let the devil zinc likeness you to make my heart ngegoyahin. Even when I was in Cairo, I was still like that. I'll try g' nanyain you at all nang abah or ummi. Sampe' ende a month before I returned nang Indo, your father zinc directly call to me nanyain opo I still want to be fooled with you. Roso senenge I pas iku ngebehi my thesis accepted without rejection, but I keep praying istikharah more than two months until I'm steady iki matchmaking. Iku one of the considerations I keep hold of iki matchmaking despite knowing your status seng pregnant karo Damar. With a new intention to bring you close to Allah, return to Islam right. Alhamdulillah same God we are loving until now.", he said ended with a big smile.

I cleared my throat that was choked by the cries of haru with all his words before finally making a sound.

"Hhhh, basic. G' just likes Tan, but I love you. Insha Allah love seng diridhoi same Allah."

My heart is burning to hear it. I waited for him to say something like this all along. Like a million kilograms of weight lifted from my heart. I can't help this excitement. I'm really happy to hear that.

"God willing, my God" that is the only word that can come out of my mouth.

A second later I had already bowed kissing her soft lips. Closing my eyes pours out the longing I've been harboring all this time. A soft kiss slowly without fear of being rushed by time. Long time our lips are linked until finally we take off with breath gasping. I took my face away from her and looked into her eyes.

"I yo love you. Truly love", I said with teary eyes.

I looked down and we kissed again. Spilling each other's love. The longer it went deeper until I unknowingly lay in bed. I know where this leads. I had nothing to hold back, I knew how she felt about me and I knew she had been holding back. I let him lead me through a prayer, before we finally did it for the first time. With eyes that look at each other with love. Halal husband and wife relationship.

I felt a kiss on my face, reluctantly making me open my eyes.

"Assalamualaikum.", his greetings were gentle when our eyes met.

"Vaalaikumussalam. What are you doing?", I asked in a raucous voice.

"Wes wants three o'clock, let's take a shower. We still pray tahajud before dawn" he said as he pulled my hand and raised my back so I was in a sitting position.

With reflex my hand held the blanket that covered my body so as not to sag. Mas Zaky chuckled at it. He was already wearing pants even though he was still bare-chested. My cheeks flushed remembering what we just did. I don't mean to remember the ugliness I did before, but the feeling of doing it with her exceeds all the feelings I've ever felt before. I feel like a new person.

"Keliatane I'll look at your cheeks more often zinc reddened so forward.", the god then kissed me on the cheek. "Come.", take me while leading me to the bathroom.

With a blanket wrapped around my body I followed her to the bathroom. This was also the first time we had a shower together. Sharing the bathroom. Now I feel like we've really become husband and wife, sharing everything. Towelpun we share. Hidhi.

After all the activities, we decided to have breakfast outside. The clock on the dashboard of the car shows seven at least ten. Mas Zaky also said it would take me somewhere. He didn't say where he was going. We stopped at our chicken porridge vendor for breakfast. After breakfast the car gradually down the streets of the poor city that is crowded at this hour. It took us over thirty minutes to get to one of the mother and child hospitals. I cringed confused. Is there anyone we'll look at? But Mas Zaky didn't tell me anything about a brother or who was admitted to the hospital, what else mother and son. Without asking the receptionist Mas Zaky directly down the hallways of the RS.

"Seng ono mas want us to look yo? The sopo? We g' bring souvenirs?", ask me curious.

"G', later we will be able to get souvenirs" he said with a smile featuring dimples.

"Kok?", I'm more confused.

He just kept quiet and continued walking without explaining any further. Until we finally arrived in front of a room. Mas Zaky knocked on it a few times before holding the door handle and opening it. It features Amara holding a baby.

"Surprise." said Amara and Mas Zaky simultaneously.

I still don't understand what's going on. Why is Amara here? But it was when I said goodbye the other day that she wasn't in camp. Who's the baby he's carrying? What do they mean by surprise? It all rotates in my brain.

"And you g' seneng?", asked Mas Zaky who looked worried.

I still cringe confused. Not yet understood this situation.

"Ehmmm..iki ono opo anyway? How come you're here Mar?", I asked in the end.

"Hadeeeeh, very slow seeeee. I'm here because of my surprise'e Mas Zaky for you. Kok reactimh g' muasin it." he said sebal.

"Surprise opo se?"

"Mangkane you ojo diem ndek front of the door, here come in. Check your own opo surprisemu.", said Amara.

"Let's go" said Mas Zaky, holding my hand, into the room that resembled a nursery.

She just took off my hand when we were standing right in front of Amara and the baby being held. When I saw the tiny figure in the arms of this Anger it was really a big surprise for me.

"Akmal.", my voice was a whisper, because my throat was suddenly blocked.

"Surprise.", this time Mas Zaky said it with a soft whisper in my ear.

No words came out of my mouth. I just turned around and hugged her tightly while crying. Crying happily because I can see Akmal again.

"You want to take Akmal?", asked Amara.

I took off our embrace and took Akmal from Amara. Kuciumi her soft cheeks and the top of her head. Breathe in the baby's scent. Fresh and soft fragrance. Tears will not stop dripping.

"So zinc adopt Akmal Malang? Where's foster's parents? How come you're just ono here?", I asked in a row.

In response to my question, Amarah handed me a large, thick brown envelope that required me to pass Akmal to Mas Zaky. After I opened it and I read all the letters, my tears broke. The unimaginable taste.

"God willing, so Akmal wes is legal to be our foster son?"

Mas Zaky nodded with a big smile. The worry on his face was gone replaced with a sense of relief. Finally, they told me about everything from the adoption application to Mas Zaky to the city where I volunteered to take care of the process of adoption. Amara worked together on this secret. Until I suffered an accident when the letter was published, Amara was willing to return to Malang first by taking Akmal for examination before he was handed over to us as his foster parents.

"God, mas. Very thanks. I really-mistake. I'm so happy" I said still with a cry.

"Alhamdulillah if you are happy. We start from the beginning, together with Akmal yo. May we be a happy family of the world and the hereafter. Aaamiin" he said as he hugged me from behind with Akmal in my arms.

Aaami. May Allah always give his happiness and protection to our little family.

The End's.

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