The Soulmate Must Meet

Episode 37 - Ring on the Sweet Finger

“I will guard this heart by marrying you.”

Joseph's words still ring in his ears after meeting my father in prison, after we had brought Amir's body to his final resting place a week ago. A small wedding party had been prepared by Masriyah maam in the boarding hall, it turned out that she welcomed our marriage, even she asked to be the host, I misjudged all this time.

Ms. Masriyah already considers me her own child, even though I had thought of a no-no if I failed with Amir. I am very fortunate, this is a gift from God after I faced His trials I was given a family, loved by those around me. Everyone around me was made a family.

Maybe, when I feel alone, feel a kara, actually it's the beginning to find a family, I learn to understand the knowledge obtained both in theory and practice, learn to hang out, learn to help others. Everything I get now is the result of my efforts falling awake in learning to mean life in this world.

The makeup artist from earlier was busy putting on my makeup. Ms. Masriyah allowed us to use the custom in marriage, because the custom of marriage must be preserved as long as it does not harm both parties. Only her clothes remained covered, I wore a bridal outfit while still wearing the hijab, so this bridal outfit was even more amazing.

Outside this bridal room, there were boisterous people, my heart was pounding, happy and sad, if mother were here, it would be very happy, her face was beaming, the usual face holds sorrow. However, I tried to convince myself that my mother looked at me in heaven, with the happiest look.

“Loh... how to cry?” said makeup artist.

I didn't realize these tears were falling.

“Let her make up wear off,” she said again while wiping my tears and tidying up my make up.

I just kept quiet, looking at my face in the mirror.

“Udah usual if the bride crying.. later the first night also even laugh,” he said.

I was embarrassed to hear it.

Masriyah came in, I saw her from the mirror, her face was very happy to see me wearing a Muslim wedding dress.

“Let's go out, all invitations have been waiting for the presence of the bride.”

I rose, this heart was so moved that Masriyah wanted to pick me up, she was indeed a woman of God's choice to take care of me. I wanted to kiss her feet to say thank you.

We slowly approached the door, a boisterous sound was already heard in the ears, slowly approached, and when the curtain of the door opened, everyone clapped their hands to greet me, tears of happiness could not be contained any more, I saw Dad in a suit, wearing a skullcap, he got permission to attend my wedding. Next to him, Mr. Iwan smiled at me, giving a thumbs up.

Are there two women waving at me, Khodijah and Aisha? God, I haven't been for a long time

meeting them, I wanted to embrace them, and between them there was Abdullah standing, holding the woman's hands, apparently they both had chosen their way of life to love one man, if you look at the familiarity of the three, of course, the three of them are married. But I don't know who was the first to marry, maybe Khodijah because he looks more mature, I never got his invitation.

I was led into the middle of the hall, where there were all sorts of ornamental flowers, and Joseph stood there, his face very different, more handsome in his bridal attire. Next to her stood her father, and a ruler, this heart thumping more and more, today I will be a bride. A wife.

It was as if there was a poem in my heart echoing:

I'm ready

give up this life

into your path.

after the promise

to the end of the last

amen.

All gather to witness ijab qobul in marriage, where a man promises to marry and give a dowry as a bond both to live the days in the future.

“You are like an angel descending from heaven,” whispered Joseph.

I blushed.

“Will we wade through the seas of this world?” whispered again.

“God willing, I will always be beside you, in joy or sorrow,” I replied in a whisper.

“Ehem!” dad was puffing beside me.

We soon realized the marriage process was about to begin. Then my father asked the ruler to represent my marriage, after everything was ready, the ruler married us.

“I received his marriage, Anggun bint Ahmad Fatonah with a dowry a gold coin paid in cash,” said Yusuf loudly.

All exclaim ‘sah,’ and penghulu close with prayer. Thank God I finally got the priest I dreamed of.

***

Joseph approached me who had just finished praying. Then he kissed my forehead, and gave me a smile. The night was getting late, the rain was falling, his voice was gurgling outside the room. I realized that this is the night that every couple always awaits.

“Enlightened by you a regret, marry me?” tanyakanya.

“Why ask like that?” I asked back.

But Joseph was silent, why did he ask that question? Will the darkness come to me again?

“Of course, I never regret marrying you, baby,”.

“Can you repeat again, I have not heard,” Yusuf smiled.

My face may be red, for shame, Joseph is teasing me.

“I never regret...hhfhf.”.

Suddenly a kiss landed on my lips.

“Why do you never regret it?”

“Because I love you,” I replied.

After that, there was only the sound of rain falling outside the room. The lights in this room are dim, all towards true love, love that unites two hearts, that never want to part. And within each one, there is a sea of romance that keeps surging, achieving happiness, merging into the household ark. Sakinah, mawaddah, warrahmah. Aamiins.

FINISHED