UNEXPECTED MARRIAGES

BELINDA RAGE

 

WHY SHOULD HE?

Adara rolled her body to the right and to the left. Uneasily. Although it had closed both eyes, it did not bring him to the dream world. The seconds of his meeting with the man to be betrothed just kept looming and kept spinning repeatedly in his mind.

It's like God is playing destiny on him. About a month ago, he met the man, yes, who else if not Ibra. The person who suddenly came to advise him and Candra not to sit alone in a hidden place but with a tone and style that seemed to accuse that they were dating at that time, without wanting to hear the explanation. Making an incredible upset. Strangely, in the second meeting, Ibra again upset him even more severely embarrassing him for punishing him who arrived late

by reading An-Naba's letter. He who has not taught for a long time, of course, is not smooth in reading the letter. Unfortunately, during OSEK (Orientation

Introduction Campus), Ibra is the senior of his group. Making his OSEK days so unpleasant even feels so excruciating. Since then, he has been desperate for a meeting with Ibra. Because there are always events that are very not wearing every time you meet with Ibra. But, the meeting still happened, still with a very emotionally draining moment. It's in the campus canteen. With full confidence, Ibra seemed to be transformed into a psychic who can read his mind and know that all this time he was afraid of the man. Although it is ‘reh’, why

Ibra did not choose to pretend not to know instead clearly said it, making it always seem wrong in front of the man. Or actually Ibra is deliberately always wanted to make him wrong, embarrassed, and upset?

Aaaahhhhh, this is so annoying. It's a shitty fate.... Why should she be the man who is set up to be her husband? Is there no one else in the world? What exactly did God mean to do this strange destiny?

A drop of clear fell down her soft cheek. Suddenly he felt so bad. To receive an arranged marriage is already something that is very heavy for her especially after knowing her future husband turns out to be Ibra. Something so heavy it became squared its weight. As if he wanted to disappear from this world. Right now too. Now either.

A drop of clear flowed back down her soft cheek. His chest felt tight imagining the days that would pass in front of him. That would be very grim. How not, all this time to meet him he was not willing let alone to join and live together in the same roof in a bond called marriage. At once he felt hatred for God, Papi, Adam, and Budi. They are the ones who make these wedding plans happen.

The tightness in his chest was becoming more and more. He wanted to rampage, rebelling as hard as he could. However, the shadow of the papi that collapsed while holding the left chest immediately re-spun in his memory. Creating a horror that is so unfolding and does not want to repeat itself. Finally, she could only cry out even though it felt like she wanted to scream. Because of the depth of the taste, his body shook holding back his extraordinarily powerful sebak.

Meanwhile in another place but at the same time, a young man was sitting on a brown prayer mat. His hands raised up with a looking face, he spoke to his Lord.

“Yes God, God the owner of the universe. Only in Thee do I link up all my troubles and fretfulness, which seeks to digest for itself what Thou hast predestined upon me. Me, as your servant, which is certainly not

will never escape from mistakes, certainly will not be perfect in maintaining

my good prejudice to you.  And I

hope, You forgive my sins.”

“Allahu Ya Rahman Ya Rahim's. You are Most Merciful and Most Merciful. You already know I want to be with You. All this time in my prayers, I always ask that you give me one day a sholeh companion, who loves You and keeps Your commandments to always cover the aurat with sary’i clothes and long hijab dangling. And that someone I found

to Fatimah, a veiled girl I've loved for a long time. You must have understood that it was a figure like Fatimah that I meant in my prayers all this time. A figure who will be involved in perfecting

half of the religion that has not been fulfilled. The figure who will be the mother of my children, as well as a good example for them. But suddenly and never before, you did not draw near to Fatimah or a girl like Fatimah but a girl far from religion and did not cover her aura. This makes me wonder, what kind of girl did You answer? Why is it so contrary to my prayers all this time? Do you consider my prayers unworthy of the moon? Or am I just prejudicing You?”

“Ya Ghaffar's.... Again, forgive my sin if in every word I bless Your greatness. Truly, I have always believed that whatever you set upon me is best for me. So did the girl. Though I now judge him not by my prayers, but by Your giving him, I will accept, though still filled with many question marks. I leave it all to You and I will pass it even though it will be so difficult. Because you know that I don't

I will be able to hurt my adoptive father, a very meritorious person in my life.

I'd rather accept this matchmaking despite the pain than have to

he made me cry because I was disappointed in my attitude. Therefore, O God, if

Ibra cupped her two hands that looked up earlier to her beautiful face. A sense of relief instantly flowed into his entire soul. Then he grabbed a small, brown Koran lying on the bed beside him. Opens slowly. As if already very memorized by the contents of the qur’an, the twenty-eight juz he was looking for was easily found. With a melodious voice of shahdu, he then chanted verse by verse al Waqiah letter, the first letter in juz twenty-seven.

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Morning's approaching. Sunlight has peeked behind the branches of mango trees that grow in the yard next to Mr. Gunawan's house so that the sound of Iyem bik blaring from the direction of Belinda's locked room door.

“Non, wake up non! It's noon! Breakfast was ready, no! You also need to shower, right! Gotta go to college!”

Actually inside, Belinda heard Iyem's cry, but she decided to pretend not to hear. Both of his ears were covered with pillows.

“Non, non Belinda! Wake up dong non! It's noon non!” Adam who happened to come out of the room, was about to go down for breakfast directly approached the bik Iyem.

“What's up, bik?”

Bik Iyem turned his head with a face implying a bit of worry. “Not know, den. Ga usually non Belinda long answer bibik call. How does the aunt worry?”

Hearing Bik Iyem's reply, Adam's usual face immediately turned frantic. He knocked on the door with a rather loud knock. “Bel! Open the door, Bel! It's brother!”

Silent. There's no answer. Inside, Belinda not only covered her ears with pillows, but now on the pillow was a blanket covering her entire body from head to toe. Even so, sayup-dye

he still heard the voices of people outside calling out to him.

“Bel! You are why the hell?! If you do not want to open the door, then the door will break you!” Hearing the word ‘dobrak’, as fast as lightning

Belinda threw away her pillow and blanket. She didn't want her brother to really

will break the door. “I'm fine, brother! I don't want breakfast yet

just!”

Adam immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The worry that had been afflicted by him instantly vanished instantly. But he never stopped asking again. “But you have to go to college, Bel!”

Belinda was upset. Sometimes her quiet brother was chatty as well. “I'm not feeling well anymore! So you want to have a day off!”

Hearing the word ‘not feeling well’, worry again ambushed Adam. “You're sick, Bel?”

Belinda's lips immediately pursed in annoyance. He was no longer able to withstand the turbulent feelings from last night. “Sister, please don't scream in front of my room again, yes! I'm not sick! But I

angry with all of you! So go!"

Hearing Belinda's reply, Adam and Iyem looked at each other.

“ANGRY??”

Seriate....