Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 11

Believe me, marriage is good. There are menenin, there are guardians. We are not married young. Allah will have provision for Allah.

I quietly digested every word the Princess said. Is marriage really good?

Allahs... Close your soul mate to the man of your choice who is best for my prayer servant in heart.

Graduation is underway. Not infrequently I hear the sneers of my friends who watched the viral video yesterday.

I could only stroke the chest saying Istighfar asking to be given extensive patience.

When reading the names of accomplished children, I wish there was one name I mentioned.

" We call to our son Zahra.."

The voice of the host echoed in this building.

I shut my mouth, there is a sense of haru that is bursting because it can still give the best for parents. And I believe that the problem that happened yesterday was the process of maturing for me.

***

The graduation ceremony is over. Mama hugged me many times, "mama's proud of you baby.."

" Thank you ma, this is all also for the support of papa and mama." Reply relieved.

" What are your plans going forward after reaching for Spd Zah?" Ask papa enthusiastically.

" Zahra wants to be like mama,pa. To serve to educate the children of the nation." My answer is full of confidence.

" If you can give advice, go serve to the village of grandmother in Pekanbaru."

Papa's words surprised me. How can papa tell me to serve in my grandmother's village. If you are still in the new Pekanbaru city, it does not matter. It's deep into the corners. And I've never had a hard time on vacation at Grandma's.

" Why silence?" Ask papa.

" E. g. anu pa.." I was confused as to what to answer.

" In the village of grandmothers desperately need teachers with graduate degrees." Answer papa casually.

" Zahra was afraid of not being there." Reply timidly.

" There has started to advance, has entered electricity as well as a good starting signal. Just serve there." Say papa again.

" Give Zahra time to think yes pa, ma."

***

I'm getting more and more upset. After two weeks at graduation I just stayed home. Finally, I tried to exchange ideas with my best friend, Princess.

And unexpectedly I got a short message from the Princess that made me have to think back.

' My friend Zahra, I don't want to defend your mom and dad. But believe me, the choice of parents will not be wrong as we live with a sincere heart. Insha Allah ridho parents are ridho Allah as well. Never go against your parents' plans. Hope you find your soul in a new place. Oh yes, tomorrow I will go to semarang following the duties of the husband. See you at another time....'

My tears were seeping through a short message from my best friend. So wise he enlightened me who was still unstable. I returned a message for the Princess. ' Thank you, my friend, I wish I could be like you. And God willing I will follow the advice of my parents. Always be healthy. May Allah bless you always. Careful yeah. ' I added the emoticons of love.

I won't see another best friend like Princess.

***

The day of my departure to Pekanbaru city arrived. From Soekarno Hatta airport Towards the sultan Syarif Kasim airport.

Mama and papa took me to this remote village. I last went to Grandma's five years ago. The rest of my grandmother always came to our house.

We arrived in the city of Pekanbaru. Aunt Lidya and om Iwan are waiting for us.

" Hey Zahra..." Sapa Aunt Lidya.

He hugged me tightly.

" Kangen is with this girl. The girl who never wanted to visit the village." Sindir aunty Lidya.

We've taken three hours to travel. My body hurts all. It's a boring trip. How can you feel at home from Jakarta to Pekanbaru? I was just shaking my own head imagining a super-broken road.

" Tan, how many hours is it?" Manya tired.

" Patience is... In an hour we arrive. I can't wait for my only granddaughter to come set foot in my grandmother's house." Answer aunt at length.

Mom and Dad were just indistinct smiles.

I reflect on my fate. Should I serve in this remote village? I have so much mirrored my fate. Almost twenty-three years of living in the city and has become a city child, who if going anywhere is very easy. Moreover, I was facilitated by papa's car. Then in the village should I live independently?

I put the handset in my ear to drive away the boredom that came engulfing. I closed my eyes trying to sleep for a while. Because what I will pass along the road is a palm tree lined up. My inner fate is busy mengedumel itself.

" Zah get up!" My mom shook my shoulder many times.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to gather my consciousness, split up in the streets earlier.

" Uda get to." Mama said, taking down the things we brought.

" Uda till ma?" I asked back.

Not yet had my mother answer my question, a face that began to wrinkle with a head covered with squat appeared from behind the car door to welcome us. Yes it's grandma.

Mama hugged Grandma, there was a sound of crying coming out of grandma's mouth.

" Are you healthy?" Grandma asked as she looked at the full face of my mother.

" Healthy ma, Zah let's salim with grandma!"

" Zahra's coming? Which...where is my most beautiful grandson?" Grandma's crying sound is getting louder.

I got out of the car. I hugged the old lady in front of me, "why cry grim?" I asked while laughing.

Ah, my evil. Laughing at my own grandmother. Grandma's neighbors started to arrive, they were confused as to why grandma was crying so loudly.

" Zahra my grandson... Huuh.huuu..."

Papa approached us both, "why is mom crying?"

" Dark......"

It's just my name that is always called Grandma.

I finally led my grandmother into the house. We gathered in the living room.

Grandma looked calm now. Grandma was still sitting next to me and holding my hand.

" Why did Zahra come and Grandma cried?" Askaqua.

" Grandma is sad, my granddaughter has long been unwilling to step on your grandmother's hometown, even if it's this corner, this village is your father's birthplace." Obviously grandma is long.

" This town boy will stay here with Mama's mother." Papa said cheerfully.

" huh? Really it?" Grandma said in disbelief.

" Yes mom, we want to dump him here to be a mama's friend. So that he becomes an independent child." He said while looking at me from a distance.

Ah, I'm so sad. Turns out....

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Day starts night. We're done with dinner. Grandma cooks chicken gulai kampung by hand. He said, to welcome his children.

So sweet to my grandmother.

I got my room pass prepared by Aunt Lidya.

Comfortable room even if only accompanied by a fan. Sayup-sayup heard the sound of crickets singing. Can I stay in this place for a long time?