Trapped in the Love of the Past

Trapped in the Love of the Past

The next day, Kamal actually came back to Kalila's house. The young man kept his promise to come with Paklek. The brother of his late father who lives in Surabaya.

Both men are now sitting on the sofa. Dealing with My Mom and Dad. I wear the best dress. Apply powder, and lipstick to make it look beautiful.

I don't know why my heart doesn't stop beating so fast. What's this like being proposed to a man. Heart so dag dig dug not careless. Cold sweat soaked both palms.

After getting acquainted with each other Paklek and the Father talked to each other about work, the latest news, asking about Mas Kamal's activities. The three of them are involved in a prologue that I think is a waste of time

"Let's drink some tea first."

Said Mommy diluting the atmosphere that looked tense.

Mas Kamal sipped tea in front. Same with Paklek Hasan.

"So my arrival with the paklek here intends to propose to Kalila Pak"

Mas Kamal's.

"Before I want to say to you first, Mother that my status is a living divorcee. I hope that my status does not make an objection for Father and Mother."

Continue Kamal carefully.

I'm down. Squeezing both hands waiting for an answer from the Father.

"Father doesn't mind Kamal's Naughty status. So too with Mom. I leave it entirely to Kalila only Nak Kamal, if he wants ya monggo. I agree too."

I saw him sitting next to my mother.

"Where's nduk?"

Ask.

"God willing, sir."

Answer's short. The heart feels so shaky.

"Alhamdulillah."

Paklek said while embracing his voice.

"I only asked one to Nak Kamal. Take good care and make Kalila happy. Remind him when he deviates. Love him with all my heart."

I saw you breathing deeply. As if it was heavy to take off this child.

I held the hand of my mother who was shedding happy tears. This is the day he is waiting for. Giving up her daughter to be cheered on by a man of her choice.

Kamal looked at me happily. For a moment, our netra clashed. Smile from each of our lips.

Thank you God!

My mind suddenly drizzled. Truly today is a happy day in my life. God granted his servant's prayer at the right time.

Good bye Azzam. I'll close our story. A new leaf awaits my life and I will fill it with happiness with Mas Kamal.

The conversation continued by choosing a contract date. Ijab qobul will be held in 2 months. The wedding was held at my house and mom would arrange it herself. Mas Kamal and I agreed not to hold luxury parties, just small. Inviting relatives and close friends.

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[Assalamualaikum, Kalila I'm ahead ya]

I'll get that message right away.

[Waalaikumsalam Ya Mas, this is still tapping]

Today Mas Kamal picked me up from work. We plan to try the wedding dress ordered at a boutique near the campus where Mas Kamal teaches.

I saw the clock on my phone. 17.25

It looks like the queue of employees who will be tapping out the factory is quite crowded. It's natural because it's Friday, so everyone wants to get home soon. Enjoy the weekend with family. I hurried to get a line between them.

I saw the man standing next to his car. Mas Kamal waved at me while throwing his trademark sweet smile. I replied with a smile that was no less sweet for her.

"I'm sorry, old man,"

My word.

"Not what."

Kamal opened the car door for me.

"Let's go, can't wait to see the wedding dress."

His smile returned.

A moment later the black car drove away from the factory where I worked. It took me 30 minutes to get to that place. Throughout the trip we chatted casually occasionally joking and laughing together. Kamal is a humorous young man. Beside him I was always cheerful. We told her about what kind of home life we each wanted. A fairly short introduction did make me not yet familiar with the figure of Mas Kamal. But from his attitude and behavior, I know very well that this man is a very good person. Not neko-neko and as simple. Religious knowledge and knowledge are very broad. That's what makes me like him.

"Kalila we maghriban used to be in the front mosque huh."

Mas Kamal's Order.

"Yes, it's Mas,"

Mas Kamal immediately turned his car into the courtyard of the mosque.

After the iron horse was perfectly parked, we hurried to the porch of the mosque.

I parted with the man in the foyer, heading towards the ablution place that had been prepared for both men and women.

"Ups..sorry mbak!"

I collided with a woman in the ablution room.

"It's okay."

He answered with a smile looking at me. Then pass from the front.

"It's so pretty." Gumamku.

I'll take wudhu soon. After that hurriedly stepped back into the female shaf.

I see the female shaf is so dense. There are five women including myself who are not in the area. I finally decided to wait until the first round was over.

Ten minutes later, the first congregation had finished its prayers. I immediately took a face from the closet in the corner of the women's room. Then perform the three prayers.

When the prayer is over, I chant the prayer so solemnly. One of them is a prayer that my wedding will be launched by God.

After praying, I folded my face and returned it to its original place. Ring my hijab in front of the glass attached to the wall of the mosque. Lips with a thin lipstick and rubs the powder onto the face. Agarbbeautiful and fresh in front of Mas Kamal.

After that step out towards the mosque foyer.

It seems like Mas Kamal has been waiting for a long time. Because I saw him in the first line of prayer. So he must have finished his prayer from there on me first

Right at the exit of the female shaf.

From a distance I saw the man talking to a woman. And it seems like that face I've seen. Yes she turned out that woman was someone who collided with me at the ablution spot earlier. From their gesture I could see, they were talking about something serious.

The deg!

Suddenly my heart warmed. I'm jealous.

Who is that woman. I never even saw him at the college where Mas Kamal taught. What is clear is that the woman is not a fellow lecturer Mas Kamal.

I decided to stop my steps. Turn to the lady shaf. Hiding behind the door while observing the two of them from a distance.

What is it, what are they talking about so that the look of Mas Kamal's face changes, not as usual.