Why Different?
Marriage is About Accepting
In the presence of the high priest and several witnesses, Juan made a promise to be firm on a religious belief that he would embrace to death. Two sentences of the creed he chanted, greeted hamdalah uninterrupted speech from people who had the opportunity to witness the hijrah process of a delinquent named Juananda Saputra.
“From now on, you are a Muslim. May Allah be pleased with every step you take to be firm in His way Said the imam of the mosque jungan his makmum.
Juan could not hold haru. Clear fog enveloped his eyeballs, gathering at the corners and ready to spill at any time.
“This is just the beginning, Ju. Your journey is still long.” Abi Hamzah brushed Juan's shoulder.
“Thank you for waiting for me until I arrive at this point, Abi.” Juan whispered back.
Abi Hamzah smiled softly. The aura of his father spread filled the mosque which eventually began to be full of pilgrims who were about to perform magrib prayers.
“Allah has determined the way. That trust is not in Abi's heart if Allah does not love rida.”
Hearing that, Juan moved even more blue. He then hugged Abi Hamzah, soaking in the warmth that the man gave his best. While Abi Hamzah, who was also unable to hold haru, had shed happy tears which he then wiped before falling on Juan's shoulder which was still in his arms.
The newness continued until when the Azan reverberated. Then Juan and Abi Hamzah and other pilgrims galloping to take positions, fill the front saf-saf and make sure there are no gaps.
In the prayer he had performed for the first time after becoming a Muslim, Juan felt his heart tremble. Like something with a strong magical power had touched her, making her powerless to hold back the tears until they fell freely. Every prayer that came out of his lips made Juan's tears flow more and more. For the first time in his life, Juan felt that God was so close.
There is nothing wrong with the teachings of any religion. How we call God and how we communicate with him does not make things different. It is only a matter of how we believe what God is like, without changing the true essence that God is only one. And at this point, finding the faith to embrace Islam for Juan was one way for him to better understand what the word Esa meant.
Magrib isya. Although not as great as before, Juan still shed tears on his last rakaat, just before he turned to the right while greeting.
Prayer after prayer he chanted with tightly clenched lips, but a heart that spoke great. Not grandiose. As someone who sins a lot, he simply asks that his heart be confirmed and his intentions be set straight. In order for his patience level to be raised and he was allowed to become an even better person.
“Amin.” Juan finished his long prayer while rubbing his face using two clean palms. After that, he inched closer to Abi Hamzah, kissing the back of the man's hand for the second time.
“Child Abi.” Abi Hamzah rubbed Juan's head many times. The pride arising from the old eye has explained everything. That it was true that was Juan's position in his heart. Not just as a potential ghost, but really like a boy he takes care of and he is taught with all his heart.
One by one the worshippers left the mosque, with Juan and Abi Hamzah swinging their steps more lightly.
In the usual days, Abi Hamzah would go to the mosque on a motorbike. But especially today, the man deliberately took Juan on foot because he said every step taken to get to the mosque was well calculated by the angel.
“As a Muslim, Abi believes that marriage is a worship he does for life. All kinds of trials and obstacles will surely come to test our faith, and the love that we glorify at the time before marriage may not affect much.” In the midst of the journey of those who lived another quarter, Abi Hamzah spoke.
“So, Ju, before you actually apply to Zahira, please think again carefully. Are you ready for all the consequences you have to face in the future? Because when you get married later, the problems you face can be many times greater and more complex than what you have faced while still dating.”
Although his lips still did not say, but Juan understood very well what Abi Hamzah said. As a child growing up in a family environment that was not harmonious, she knew that getting married was not just about me loving her, I wanted us to live together forever. But also about accepting.
Accept that one day, that love may not be as big as it was and we must find a way to keep the marriage going. Accept that one day, the physical beauty that is in our partner will fade and we must find a way to keep them looking attractive even though their face is full of wrinkles and hair full of gray hair. Accept that there will always be more to look at, and we must find a way to be grateful not to look at the other. And many more. There is still a lot of acceptance that we have to do, Juan understands very well about it.
Juan would not become arrogant by claiming he would not change. That his love for Zahira will remain intact, or that they will remain firm on the feeling of love that they knit for a long time. However, Juan will not be a coward who immediately pulled a step back just because he knows, in front there are already many obstacles that are ready to block.
No. gabe. Juan's fighting soul wasn't that low, then he wouldn't give up. Moreover, that person was Zahira.
Their journey ended without Juan giving a response. However, Abi Hamzah also did not seem to object. The middle-aged man patted Juan on the shoulder before they walked into the house.
“Assalamualaikum...” say both together.
The greeting's answer was heard from only one voice, and it belonged to Zahira. Shortly after, the woman appeared to open the door. Then when his gaze met Juan, his eyes glazed over. Haru can no longer be arrested. His lips were throbbing with anxiety, then tears began to melt, moving down to adorn his alabaster cheeks.
“Well, cry again her, Bi.” Juan tried to melt the atmosphere by throwing jokes. Abi Hamzah also welcomed with another joke, but instead of subsiding, Zahira's cry became even more.
As if he had been hurt in such a way, Zahira cried to the slightest. His breathing was dull in just a short moment, making the two men before him who were even still standing in the doorway instantly confused as to what to do.
Fortunately, Umi Maryam came to help the more Zahira turned into a reog. Already knowing that the only princess of the puppet was crybaby not play, Umi Maryam did not try to persuade Zahira to stop crying. Instead, the saffron-yellow hooded woman hugged her daughter, rubbing her head without saying anything. Through his soft touch already like representing the word, “Nnothing, cry as much, no one ngarang.”
“This is an example.” While watching Zahira cry in his mother's arms, Abi Hamzah whispered softly. “You must endure the crybaby of this child, for a lifetime.”
“Later, could be worse. It could be, he will cry only if you forget the wedding date, or because you do not hug him during sleep. Usually, if you are married, what was once trivial can be more big tempahara.”
Peeking the sentence, Juan took a deep breath. It won't be easy, but he will do his best.
“Originally crying is not because the owner purchased a private island, anyway, like Juan still able, Bi.” Her chirps. A second later, he and Abi Hamzah laughed together, while Zahira whose cries had begun to subside could only peek from inside her mother's arms while wondering inside, “Why are those two men laughing?”
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