The Soulmate Must Meet

Episode 22 - The Beauty of Togetherness

All right, I don't want to remember anything with Fatimah. What is more interesting now is that Khodijah and Aisyah, it turns out that they both love the same person. Abdullah's name, santri from Semarang. The person was friendly, I had met him once, and it was Aisyah who introduced him to me while we were attending tabligh akbar. Khodijah did too, introducing him to me on another day, and in a different event.

I had thought that between Khodijah and Aisyah I did not know that they loved the same person, but it turned out that my guess was wrong. They love the same people, which is very strange. How could they not be hostile?

Usually if two women love one man and knowing each other will certainly cause conflict, let alone we live together in one room. However, unlike them, as if nothing had ever happened. I once asked Aisyah about it, but she only smiled, as did Khodijah, she replied with a smile.

Today I saw them talking while enjoying the natural coolness of the mountains in the city of Cirebon. This mountain is bordered by Kuningan, so it is clear that there is no sea breeze and the heat of the beach. Every week we the santri of the Guava cottage enjoy the morning air, Sunday is a holiday, a day that is free to play around the cottage, or it could be a day to go home to visit relatives.

I forced myself to approach them.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” my sap.

“Wa’alaikumussalam,” they replied simultaneously.

“Anggun, since when are you behind us?” ask Khodijah.

“Since..”.

“Definitely nguping yaa...!!!!” ledek Aisha.

“Ah, no... just hear a little!” godaku's.

“Let eavesdrop too, after all there is no secret between us,” said Abdullah.

“Wah... like the movie title alone, there are no secrets between us,” Aisyah.

“Hehe. Indeed, now is the season soap opera,” continued Abdullah.

Some santri passed by and said greetings to us, as well as to us, while welcoming greetings. A bright morning, and a wide smile etched from the lips of the santri, all seemed to rejoice on this Sunday. The joy was reflected in the faces of my two best friends.

“From yesterday I noticed, you guys are so excited in chatting, what is it talking about?” my many.

Khodijah and Aisha looked at each other, then smiled shyly, surely they were talking about things that are personal so that there is shame, or they have prepared to express their own feelings?

“Oh... we are just discussing about the wives of the Prophet,” Abdullah replied.

“Prophet Wife?” i'm appalled.

“The Betul is Graceful, the Prophet is the propagator of the religion of God, he also lives a normal life like a human like us. Having lust and compassion, but the most important task is to establish the truth about the majesty of God,” Aisha replied so eagerly.

“Then what does that have to do with your conversation?” I still don't understand.

“I want to ask you first, how would it feel if you lived in the days of the Prophet, then were married to him?” ask Abdullah.

I did not answer Abdullah's sudden question. Especially if you have more than one wedding. Yes, not in the time of the Apostle, marriage was not a matter of nasfu alone, but rather because of the conditions of war that women really need protection.

“Hei, Graceful! How do you even daydream?” abdullah's voice again surprised and broke the daydream I didn't want to admit.

“E-eh. Who is also dreaming. I was just thinking about your question a little bit earlier.”

“Loh? Do you not want to marry the Prophet? Isn't that heaven's guarantee? Because the prophet is God's chosen man.”

“Mmmm... maybe, I will definitely be one of the lucky and happy women he can marry,” I replied while continuing to imagine myself in the era of jahiliyah.

Hearing my answer, Abdullah even put on a smile. It was as if he found the meaning of my answer.

“It is not necessary to be the wife of the prophet to enter into God's paradise. Being a sholehah wife for the husband must also go to heaven.”

“But what about a polygamous husband?” my many.

“A sincere woman gives her husband remarry in the way of Allah, her guaranteed paradise. But remember yes.. ikhlas.”

“But it is difficult to find that sincere woman,” Khodijah said.

“Iya, in this day and age, polygamy is a disgrace for women,” Aisyah continued.

Abdullah sat on a rock, under a tree. His eyes looked at the bird that was playing in the branches of the tree. Khodijah and Aisyah also sat on the green grass of the road, and so did I. We looked like three disciples being advised by a teacher.

“Why are so many husbands cheating now?” ask Abdullah.

“Cause they're striped!” exclaim Aisyah.

“Not... precisely because many women are not sincere to be in polygamy so the husband secretly does that,” replied Abdullah.

The answer is so contrary to us, as if he were accusing women of the moral destruction of husbands.

“So, you blame women?” serang Khodijah's.

“No... that's not what it means.”

Abdullah took a deep breath.

“Mmm... Would you rather choose a husband to meditate or remarry halal?” Abdullah asked.

We look at each other, the two are certainly not agreed upon by us, the better we choose a faithful husband.

“Not both,” I said.

“That's what makes a lot of infidelity happen. God makes it easy for men and women in marriage. Without a large cost of marriage can be done, but because selfishness under the pretext of faithfulness it results in many affairs. I am not a polygamist, but in religion there is a suggestion, there is a polygamous procedure, to avoid jinah and infidelity, so that the integrity of the family is maintained in Islamic norms.”

“So you think wives should let their husbands marry again?” ask Khodijah.

“If indeed it happens, that is the right way to keep both of them from the torment of hellfire.”

Abdullah's answer made goosebumps, I did not expect this santri to have a logical understanding, not making it up, and indeed it happened in the current environment. As if polygamy was a lowliness for women, on the contrary, Abdullah gave the view that polygamy is the glory of women, and women also hold the key, whether the husband goes to heaven or hell in married life.

Perhaps, because of the emancipation of women who are being encouraged by women to make polygamy is low. But I don't know.I don't want to make an argument on my own, because marriage is a rope to unite two families, two tribes, two cities, two countries, two worlds. So it should not be tainted by infidelity.

Khodijah and Aisyah were silent. The change in attitude from Khodijah also astonished me, usually he would give us advice and views most often when we discussed the three, but at this moment, it seemed like he was at a loss for words. He was like a bird put in a cage, silent a thousand languages.

“And sincere is not easy. Therefore, if there is no sincerity from the wife it is better for the husband not to do polygamy,” continued Abdullah.

Clever! Abdullah turned out to be unselfish, he viewed polygamy from the object, not the subject, as his male self. It is fitting that Khodijah and Aisyah admired Abdullah, it turned out that this santri was very wise, he could provide a solution to a problem, and the solution was not of his own desire, but saw the point of the problem.

“Hopefully the men understand polygamy, like you.

“Haha. All are lessons, as well as me, still learning to do the right thing. Not a good thing, because good and true are different meanings, different actions.”

“But... You are suitable for polygamy!” ledekku while glancing at Khodijah and Aisyah.

My two best friends opened their eyes, this heart laughed out loud, only this time my two friends died fleas, not much talk in front of Abdullah, the sign that their hearts were filled with romance, burning with the fire of love. And I don't know if Abdullah loves both of them, or one of them.

But I did not see the jealousy between Khodijah and Aisha, they were truly extraordinary women. Giving up the fate of his love to the owner of love, the Lord of the universe, they are the best friends sent by God for me.

As is the case with love, he is present in this world to reconcile, not to mess with. Sincere love is a love that can give without having to be selfless and only receive, such love is owned by God. The substance that always gives what is needed by humans, and instead gives choice to humans, to worship it or not. Truly, we humans are so petty that we always forget the pleasures God has given us. Wallahu a’lam.