When Your Love Knocks on the Door of My Heart

The Ijab Qabul

Anwar's mother has completed her activities on my body. It really feels fresh after doing massage and relaxation.

"Thank you, Miss Anwar. Why don't you spread your wings to the capital, mbak?" I tidied up the sofa I used for the treatment.

"This city still needs me and I have enough of it" replied Anwar kemayu.

"No intention of getting married, ma'am?"

Anwar laughed very hard.

"I am confused myself. I'll marry a woman or a man"

I laughed

"Bak feels like a boy or a girl" I said, not asking.

"Go ahead." Anwar replied with a loud laugh. His friend laughed and immediately got a punch on his arm.

I find it very funny.

"Tomorrow's morning Anwar's mom is the one who came here?" many ensure.

"Well, dear Lecturer. Your husband-to-be won't pay me if it doesn't finish the show"

"Eh...how can I know Zen?" I'm kind of surprised.

"Your flock is what supports my efforts so that it develops and succeeds as it is today"

I'm flabbergasted.

Really can't believe it. So many lines entered by the Zen company. I became a little curious how big the assets and wealth of Zen Pratama. A soul as big as what people who knew him told him meant he belonged to a row of young businessmen in this archipelago.

I shudder to imagine the circles he will face after officially bearing the status of a Zen wife.

"Mmmm. One day the Lecturer also had to take a walk to several subsidiaries of ZP building and company" mbak Anwar tidying up the tools of his salon. With a smile he threw a flower that had been stung in his small bag.

"Good serving in droves, Al. Don't dwell on campus. Entrepreneurial association is more terrible than you think" he advises in a gleaming style.

I smiled nodding.

"How long has Anwar known Zen?" ask me while lying down. I know there's nothing I can do in this house until tomorrow morning.

Anwar and his assistant were stunned for a moment.

"You are. I became suspicious. Have you ever known how your drooping activities have been all this time?" anwar raised his eyebrows.

A curious look emanated clearly from his face.

"Why is Anwar kepo's face like that?" I said while laughing.

"Don't you get set up, huh?" anwar looked at me seriously.

"No ahh. We love each other" I turned my back on Anwar and his assistant. "Don't stay too long, ma'am. Nightfall can't sleep anymore" I chilled.

"Hmmmm.e don't just sit on campus. Live life outside of college and school. Healing..healing" Anwar's mother really mocked me.

Anwar's mother has known since I often bring stitches to her convention store next to the salon. It used to be a simple shop, but now it's grand. Yesterday I saw it was high-rise. At the top of the boutique and the bottom of the salon and spa. Sewing shop has turned into a branded and expensive clothing store.

Anwar is amazing. His efforts are growing rapidly. Actually if he is normal as a man will look handsome and perfect. His face was handsome, his skin was white, and his posture was high.

I smiled when Anwar said goodbye. The tissue box hit my back.

"Mbak Anwaaaar." my screams were answered with his will.

"Bodoooo..."

I can only sigh. Basic man-genesis, I whispered in my heart.

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Early morning a gentle knock on my bedroom door sounded. Some sounds and steps have begun to be heard indicating the activity this morning will begin.

I rushed to the door of the room.

"Not in the key" greeted me still in a hoarse voice.

"Assalamualaikum, Almira" the soft voice of Khala Fatmah appeared at the door with a smile. I greeted him by kissing his hand.

"Vaalaikumsalam. With whom and when did Khala come?" I asked while looking at the living room directly opposite my room.

"Together with Zen. Last night at 10 o'clock. Some families will come from here" Khala Fatmah put a medium-sized suitcase on my bed.

"Sorry, Khala. Still a mess" I said embarrassed.

"It's okay. Here I bring clothes for Ijab Qabul. Zen asked, coincidentally already in the message. Later after you shower we can immediately try"

Khala Fatmah opened the suitcase and saw her plastic underwear folded neatly in purplish pink. Ahhh.so soft. Khala Fatmah picked up the clothes and showed them to me.

"You likey?" ask Khala Fatmah with sparkling eyes.

"Beautiful and gentle, Khala. My God, I love the color" I said as I touched it.

The material is smooth with neatly arranged sequins. Like a modern kebaya with tunic modifications. Must be expensive. I admire the kebaya in the hands of Khala Fatmah.

"Bring it first, Al. After that, the preparation. At 4 pm Anwar will come" suddenly mother appeared at the door with bi Amora.

I nodded and smiled.

I asked Khala Fatmah d6an's mother for permission to go to the bathroom.

I'm not the kind of person who likes to linger in the bathroom. In less than twenty minutes, I have completed my private activities. For a moment I set myself with the appropriate thing, while waiting for the dawn prayer to reverberate.

Here I raise my hand, asking for all the happiness of the Creator. Today is my historic day to begin the step to the glorious level of worship. I asked for strength, patience, and sincerity physically and mentally.

I ask for His pleasure in every step and decision I make.

Many voices outside the room are getting louder. The clock on the wall of the room has led to the number five. I took a deep breath. I will soon be a wife. Ahhhh.iya, last night my best friend Fiola and his fiance called me. I apologize for the sudden Ijab qabulnya event and there was no plan to invite anyone.

The door to my room was opened and several people appeared, seen by Anwar last.

"Again, Miss Lecturer. Are you ready to make over?" ask him without a stale base. I'm laughing a little.

"Other artists use the term make over, mbak?" short protest. Anwar's brother glared at me while giving some orders to his other relay to perform the tasks required for today's activities.

"Ok.the first thing you do now is try the bride kebaya that Mom Fatmah brought"

Anwar began to do the action. The kebaya that I tried several times was opened to be reduced to the parts that he thought should fit in his eyes. Fifteen minutes later.

"Perfect" he said satisfied.

"Now do you want to have breakfast first or go straight to me?" tanyanya while preparing various makeup equipment.

"Next, mbak. I have breakfast on the way. Besides it's too early" I took my seat as directed by Anwar.

"Sister, nanya's father does he want to directly ijab qabul both or brother will come out after ijab qabul?" my sister asked from the open door.

"After ijab, the deck"

"Alright, brother. The spirit of the bride"

"Hhhhhhh" I laughed.

Anwar gently began styling my face and my hair. Sometimes he smiles and teases with his funny words.

"You're groggy, huh?" he said while wiping the sweat grains on my forehead.

"Yes, mom. I didn't expect everything to be impromptu" I tried to unravel the tension in my mind.

Anwar's mother laughed

"Rilex, Al. Everything will go well. Don't lose to your sister. After the halal gas tancap yaa?" claw Anwar while laughing.

I laughed spontaneously

"Heh..aduuuh, don't be so hard on his laughter. The dressings fall apart later" Anwar gulai.

"Mbak, why the hell is seneng so called mbak Anwar if normal men" said I made him glare. Just like angry mothers. I'm laughing a little.

"Later if you have become a real man you call me brother yes" he said gemulai.

"Ishhhhhh" I replied spontaneously.

"Why?"

"Call father. As you age, sir" I said to Anwar's laughter.

"Steel.." said kemayu.

"It's done" mbak Anwar twirled to watch me with details it felt like an item he was on his assessment.

Anwar's sister told a colleague to pick up some final documentation on my makeup.

"Thank you, ma'am" I said slowly. Anwara smiled as she tidied up her entire equipment.

"Name-sama, Al. Hopefully happy yaa.pasik can momongan" he said sincerely. I'm guaranteeing.

"Al, half an hour more ijab qabul will start" bi Amora appeared on the door of the room. I'm stunned. In a moment.whisper my heart slowly.

Didn't feel two hours struggling with makeup mbak Anwar. I saw the wall clock showing at 7:25.

My room is back neat and clean. Even some typical wedding ornaments have been added by colleagues mbak Anwar.

I felt a different aura from the makeup of my own room.

The bustling noise in the living room made me want to know what was going on. Bi Amora smiled.

"The bridegroom and his family have arrived" bi Amora tells. I was small. My heart is pounding erratically. Since yesterday I haven't seen Zen, nor have I received any calls from him. The word mother should not communicate in any form until the ijab qabul is implemented.

Whether it's a tradition or a necessity I'm reluctant to think about it. I just accept what mom and dad have prepared. I think parents know better what's best, even if sometimes scientifically it doesn't make sense.

Once again, we must respect the traditions in the family to the extent of any of our science and educational status. The experience of parents means a lot.

My sister, mother, and some of my close relatives came to me with a smile.

"God is the beauty of the bride's impromptu mother" said the mother who was greeted with laughter by my sister and others.

Dad came in to see me. Dad's clothes were neat and religious. How handsome my father was at a young age. Her smile was enchanting. Hmmmmm I deserve to be crazy about you.

"MasyaAllah is a beautiful father's son" Dad hugged me and kissed my head. I'm flattered by Dad's compliments. Father never forgets to praise us his children in any way.

"Thank you, dad" I hugged Dad lovingly.

"Have you agreed with Zen?" ask me to make sure.

"Yes, yeah" I replied embarrassedly.

"A 5-gram set of prayer tools and a diamond ring, huh?" I made sure again.

"Yes, dad" I nodded.

"alright. Qabul's work is about to begin. Many prayers may be good" said the father more to us all.

"Eager, bang" bi Amora who was the younger brother of the father smilingly stroked the shoulder of the father. Mom smiled encouragingly.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahiim." said the father slowly and then walked out of the room.

From the curtains of my room I could see all the activities in the living room. The sound of prayer was echoed and Mr. Penghulu gave very clear instructions from where I was sitting.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Almira Rashad bint Abdullah Rashad Rahman with the dowry in cash" the voice was clear and smooth which was welcomed by several people.

The tense me started to feel moved. I have become the responsibility of a man who is now my husband.

Zen Pratama's