
Day after day goes on. The morning changed by day, the day continued by dusk, and dusk passed by night. And so it goes until the creator stops time to spin forever.
The Ica business is doing well.
The first week, the atmosphere still felt quiet.
Still rarely interested to come to the coffee shop.
Entering the second week, the young people began to be interested in the style of coffee shop that is classic and modern, and religious.
the situation is more stable for up to 3 months. Ica continued to open her mind, looking for new ideas that she could develop so that her coffee shop did not make the visitors while they were there.
his first 1 month, Icha was still assisted by Arsya who still faithfully accompanied him. Entering the 2nd month, Ica started working alone, because Arsya was going to go to college with her biological brother.
Since Arsya no longer accompanied her, Ica decided to no longer live in the apartment, she chose to temporarily rent a house along with a maid who took care of her parents' private villa.
After saving money he felt enough to buy a house, Ica intended to buy his own house with the results of his sweat.
That's how it is until now Icha has been about 6 months he runs his business.
Seeing slowly the business managed by his daughter began to develop and live out his bright period, Fajar was happy even he was very salute to what his daughter had achieved. But in addition, Fajar also felt worried if later his daughter had success with the business he managed and he lived by traveling around the property, Fajar did not want if Icha to experience what he had experienced first. Too ambitious with the world and is something more precious forever, the hereafter. Dawn often reminds him and always gives a message to the girl the very he communicates with her.
Icha always received his father's message well, not even a little against him. Because he didn't want to repeat his father's mistake a second time.
He wanted to make himself as a motivation for young people to start living independently without the help of others and start opening any business for his work, while still halal and still running with religious sharia.
That afternoon Ica was resting at her house for a moment, because today was Friday.
So as usual, he always stopped his activities and gave time off for the employees who worked there. adis it was repeating his memorization in the room, he said, after he finished with his Dhuha prayers.
The sound of the phone ringing on the bed stopped his activities. He went to see the phone, the incoming call from the dawn of his papa.
"Assalamualaikum pa."
"Waalaikumsalam, baby."
"How are you doing there, Syadzi?"
"Alhamdulillah Syadzi good pa. How's papa himself?"
"Alhamdulillah papa is also good."
Ica smiled behind her phone.
"What's the matter, Dad, how come papa called Syadzi again?"
There was a bit of a fuss, as he received a call from his papa. One day, Dawn called her daughter twice. It seemed like for this time there was something more important that he had to convey directly to her.
Syadzi is a new name that he used since living in Kalimantan.
Ica wants to organize her new life and forget all the old memories including changing her nickname.
"Yes, son, there's something important you're going to talk to me about."
His tone already sounded serious, like this matter was directly related to him.
"What do you want to say?"
His feelings suddenly confused, Ica felt very deg with.
From there, Dawn fell silent for a moment.
"It's about your future, son."
Ica frowned.
The dawn began to catch its breath.
"You listen to papa well yeah."
"Two days ago, there was a young man who came to papa's house. The young man conveyed his sacred intention to propose to you to be his wife."
Hearing that statement, Ica's heart immediately trembled. If it could be seen at that moment his face turned pale.
"If papa sees, he is a good, obedient young man, Sholeh, simple and responsible. He is a lecturer at IAIN Salatiga university. He is 26 years old and he is also a graduate abroad."
The word of Dawn continues its sentence.
Syadzi was speechless with his erratic thoughts.
"May Syadzi know what his name is?"
Ica said with her voice trembling.
"name's Adan. Ustadz Adnan."
Astagfirullah haladzim, why do I still hope that the young man is himself.
What do you think Syadzi is, he's married. There's no way you can think about it anymore.
"Papa has accepted his proposal fifty percent. And fifty percent more papa hand over to you. What about your answer Syadzi. Are you ready to get married."
Unconsciously, her tears began to flow down her cheeks.
"May Syadzi ask for time to think. Syadzi asked for three days to make a decision."
"May darling. You think well. All your decisions will be well received, whatever they are."
"Thank you pa. Already understand Syadzi's feelings."
"Syadzi had not thought for a long time about Syadzi's feelings and desire to marry. Why did it come again to Syadzi at this time."
He slowly let out his heart at this moment.
"Maybe it's time God brought you together with your real soul mate, son. It's time you put an end to your solitude."
"Did you want Syadzi to get married? Papa's willing if Syadzi already belongs to someone other than papa."
"Syadzi would love for papa to be there with you. Papa wants to hug you, to be a backrest when you are sad. The heart of the parents is not so easy to let go of the girl just like it belongs to someone else."
"Papa wants you to marry the right man. If the time has come for you to go from papa to belong to another, then you must also relinquish your responsibilities to him."
Syadzi was silent as he lowered his face.
"Syadzi dear to papa."
Ica then ended her conversation with her papa. He hung up the phone by saying hello.
His heart still rippled as he recalled his father's words earlier.
Ica was pensive with her erratic thoughts.
At a time when now his life has calmed down without thinking about his feelings or desire to get married, there comes a heart test and the feeling comes again.
Who is this young man, why does he know him? A young lecturer of IAIN Salatiga came to propose to him directly through his parents. He must not be a young man. Ica had come to visit the campus, but at that time there was no young lecturer named Adnan.
Is he a new lecturer, from where he can get to know Ica, has he ever met directly with her. In his mind it occurred to Adnan that it was Zain, but that was very unlikely. The young man is now married to the woman of his other choice.
Ica no longer wanted to think of anything else that would only make her mind difficult and make her recall her past.