Prospective Husband?!

Pfui, kuhembuskan my breath hard. I’m bored. Again, future husband in question. Imagine, already two months there is no topic that is more the trend in the home, apart from her husband.

Starting from Papi who always nyindir, already want to fondle grandchildren. Mami who repeatedly advised me not to be too picky cane. Then Bambang, my sister, who I hope can neutralize the atmosphere, did not stop teasing participate. Even the twins Rani-Rano, who still had ice em pe, went along with lecture.

“Ma’am Ajeng not already be an engineer, because I’m dong the time, thinking about family. Anyway, Rani at Rano not already want to be called ‘aunt and uncle’. Tika wrote the new sixth grade, his nephew already four! ”

“Yes, Ma’am. Nowadays, the woman must be aggressive. Mbak Ajeng hell, it works solely ngaji learn ama! “Rano replied twin words.

I could only stare, nemu where more opinions like that.

“Let there you learn!” Hardikku bit harsh.

“See, kaaaan?!?” Cried they both compact.

Huhh, basic twin!

***

“Ajeng …!”

I heard Mama call from the front. Slowly I rose from my desk. After smoothing the hijab, I’m out.

“What, Mi?” I asked soft. At first glance I saw was the figure of a man, sitting in the corner.

Both Mummy eyeball looks radiant. Oo … Oo …! There must be something not right, I muttered to myself. Iiih .. su’udzon! But ….

Yeah, right.

“Maya, kenalin. This Papi’s right hand in the office. Great, yes! Still so young was Vice President Director. Come on, kenalin first. Bui … this kid. ”

“Boy, Auntie!”

“Uh, yes. Boi! ”

I can only keep amused. Mummy … Mummy …!

Taste geliku suddenly disappeared, when during the next two hours I had to listen to chat with Si Boi Mami earlier.

Remarkably, they behave! I thought grumbled to herself, hearing the stories that merely smelling abroad.

“So, Auntie, while studying at Harvard, I had to try their own business. The result is tolerable. I can walk around America and even Europe every time holiday! ”

Hihhh, exasperated me! Especially see the radiant face amazed at Mami. It’s really not sensitive nih child. How could you not feel dicuekin? Stay aja say. I do not care who’s just silence and the occasional nod. Kupanjatkan gratitude beyond measure when it finally Si Boi home. Alhamdulillah!

***

I saw Bambang laugh. Annoyed, I threw a pillow at him. People ask for advice at length story, really just diketawain?!?

“Bang, serious, dong! Anyway, if you’re asking for problems later Mummy Boy, awass if you agree! “Seriously threatened. Bambang was still grinning.

“Ma’am Ajeng how, anyway? Usually Mbak who told me patience with all things. Why, why now instead panasan this? Just calm, Ma’am, wait! Innallaha ma’ashshabirin! “She said, quoting one verse in the Quran.

Yes, yes. Why am I so do not be impatient Gini. New also ngadepin the Boy. Astaghfirullah!

“Ma’am confused, Bang! Out in the same house on mojokin all. You understand, right, choosing a husband was not easy. Nyari that Salih is now difficult. Mbak do not want gambling. Wrong-wrong choice, the stakes are huge. No kidding, the world hereafter! ”

Momentarily, I saw the seriousness in his eyes. Just a moment, before he returned tease.

“What needs to Bambang who nyariin ???!”

Throw pillow back float.

***

Kriiiiing …!

Oops, turned off the sound alarm that woke me. Hours are three more quarter. I get out of bed, rushed into the bathroom to do it. Bambang room I noticed the lights still on. Faintly audible sound cassette Murattal.

Also achieved his intention to stay up tonight, I thought. Surprisingly, habits for exams with the pattern of SKS (System Last night racing) still seems entrenched.

Quick forgave the thought of Bambang and exams. My eyes are blank watch face in a mirror reflection. I wiped ablution water droplets are left with a small towel. Oooohh, it seems like this girl at the end of the age of twenty-nine? I noticed that my face shape more and more gaunt. I realize, how pale face. Some where the departure of the usual red hue there. It may disappear with age. Ya Rabbi, Papi and Mami’s no wonder so worried. It was not pretty eldest them, towards old, again!

“Ir. Ajeng Translation: Background. “Kueja my own name.

“Do not worry ukhti yes, this is not a bad fate!” I whispered comforting. Somehow I had to keep resignation to God. Mate, rizki, and death, He is decisive. Paired in the world is not a certainty that we will achieve in life. No, there are other things more important, more certain. There is death, death is certain we face. Something very often I say to another Muslim brother, when they crowded troubling future husband who did not come.

“Actually, we are funny, huh? More often disputed marriage, it is not necessarily occur. Ajeng mean, over time and age, should not make us forget to think positively towards God. It may be our candidate is not created in the world, but are provided in heaven. Maybe God wants to give a better, who knows? “I said optimistically, two years ago.

Astaghfirullah! Yes Ishbiri ukhti, isbiri ….

My hands are still looking, praying, when I heard the resounding Fajr azan. New day again present. Alhamdulillah, thank you O God, for another day the chance charity and repentance, still you gave.

***

Done deal with Mami for problems Boy, I must face turns Aunt Ida who are ready to promote the candidate. Duhh! Again, I can only nodded.

“Auntie hell is up Ajeng. Anyway see aja first. Gratitude, gratitude Ajeng like. He’s headman. His father, including buffalo skipper of the most wealthy in Java. But not cheesy, really. Also college kids just like you! “Aunt Ida spirited campaign.

Two days later, my aunt came back with ‘balon’nya.

“Junaedi. Call June aja! ”

I just nodded. No reply to the submission of a helping hand.

During the next conversation, many times I had to restrain myself, to not run into. I do not want to offend Aunt Ida. Moreover, he meant well. Only, June cigarette smoke really makes me sick. In fact do not cease. After a bar, connect a bar. Just past the steam locomotive!

Boldly he also commented on my appearance.

“Eng … no offense yes, Jeng. I like his own confused look in women who wear veils. Why do not be smart to choose a color and fashion! If I have a wife, would not buy clothes that tell the colors bright, lit. At the same time varying. As artists we used the religion of Islam that you know, now. No nothing yet little visible neck or calf?! I mean let me not look like a sack of walking so you know, Jeng! Hahaha …. ”

Cash look on his face changed. Without waiting for his sixth cigarette out, I excused myself into. Soon I heard June farewell. Alhamdulillah.

When Aunt Ida asks my opinion, I replied cautiously.

“Excuse me, Tan …, it feels Ajeng not comfortable. Especially cigarette smoke it, you know. Because Ajeng have the same allergy to cigarette smoke. Which seems heavy smoker June, again. Sorry, Tan …, ‘ve ngerepotin. ”

The shadow of disappointment seemed adorned face Aunt Ida.

“Bener, ya … do not regret? Auntie just trying to help. Ajeng also must think about feeling the same Mami Papi. Hard to know, that such nyari June. ‘ve Handsome, dokterandes again! Moreover you are also old enough. ”

Persuasion Aunt Ida was unable menggoyahkanku. With still disappointed, he went out. Had I heard Aunt Ida talking with Papi and Mami. He had ever heard their comments are suggestive disappointed, sad. O Allah, strengthen your servant!

Gradually Day night. I’m still in the room, motionless. Various feelings play in my heart. Meanwhile, rain mists.

***

Lunch was so hot. Sluggish pace toward home. Tired of the way it was half a day, from one library to another library IPB. But the book I was looking for had not yet met. Though the book is I need to deal with post-sarjanaku exam soon. Vain hope to be able to relax back to Depok. Kutumpangi train really full. It was fortunately able to stand upright, and not inclined thither, jammed the other passenger.

“Assalamu’alaikum!” I feel bad again, see the Mummy is not alone. A man berjeans, with a prayer rug in the shoulder, and cap on head, seemed to accompany him. Do not … do ….

“Wa’alaikumussalam. Well, this Ajengnya gone home. Maya, here unfortunately. Recommend, Saleh. Mr. Head’s son who recently graduated from boarding school in Borneo. You can certainly work together to manage the activities mosque here. Why, Ajeng …, why even silent? Sorry son Saleh, Ajeng really shy person. ”

Duhh, Mami!

This time Mummy to let me alone with his guest. Uncomfortable, I asked Rani with me. He agreed after I promised to accompany him to hear lectures on the Wali Songo, next week.

During Saleh spoke, I looked down and hold. I could feel his views are jelalatan at me. With a style that is high, Saleh told him about the various books written in Arabic which he had mastered. Not playing. Then he began to discuss one by one the differences of opinion among Muslims. Problem qunut prayer, prayer Iftitah difference, the problem of finger position when tahiyat, and others are similar.

Frankly, I do not really agree with how. Well that all we need to know. But to me, with more meributkannya, will only exacerbate the existing differences. It is enough that each hold on to the Sunnah of the Prophet. Surely it would be better, if we just try to find common ground or common, and not even widen the gap.

“If according to Saleh, the case of Bosnia it how?” I asked divert attention.

“Oooh, that. Ane strongly disagree. Ane opinion and analysis, it should not be a problem Bosnian heralded. That will make it increasingly entrenched attitudes. It is time pattern ngebos attitude, and appreciation of society against those who have a position, to be directed appropriately. In order not to overdo it. “He described at length.

Turns me confused.

“I … I do not understand what he meant Saleh.” I say a little stutter.

“Why? Ane Is it because the language used is too high or how, until Ajeng difficult to understand? ”

I added gawk.

“Not that, this …, in which Bosnia, which Saleh mean?” I asked more confused.

“Lha, who asked why even confused?! Who ane talking about ya about Bosnia, Boss-Mania, right intention Ajeng?!! ”

UFH, I held the laughter that almost exploded. I’m confused, it turns out there are still people who fuss about things that are relatively smaller, and forget the other problem is greater. From the corner of my eye, I saw Rani pringas-pringis hold amused, while toying with her pink headscarf. Very funny.

“No, that Ajeng mean persecution that occurs in our Muslim brethren in the State of Bosnia.” I tried to explain patiently.

Looks Saleh nodded.

“Ooooh, that one. Yes … obviously oppression can not be justified. Not in accordance with humanity and justice, “Saleh said optimistically, then ….

“By the way, where Bosnia was, anyway?”

Rani Laughter erupted.

Duhhh, Mami!

***

At night, when I protested to the Mummy, about the candidates that, unexpectedly, even the mad Mami.

“Why, it is how you anyway? Bambang said Saleh you wants the same. Pas temuin Mummy, you said not the way you want. So actually, Saleh which candidate you that? “Mummy voice rising.

I was shocked. Bambang who sat in a chair eating smile. Beware, ye de ‘! I whispered passionately.

“No such thing as Saleh, Mi. Ajeng want a pious, devout worship. People who have not approached the understanding most menyeluruhlah, about Islam. That Islam is not just theory, but no proof. That does not look Ajeng jelalatan constantly from one end of the hijab to socks, as if to bid for merchandise. Ajeng know, Ajeng age was far from enough. Ajeng also want to get married. Where’s women, who do not want a family, and have kids? “I went on the verge of tears.

“But …, please. Do not corner Ajeng. Mummy Please help Ajeng order to stay patient, stay the same God resignation. We should certainly try, but do not push yourself. Ajeng’ll have to wait until dark, Ajeng ready. Rather than married people who ruqyah un-Islamic. Please Maya, Mi … please! “I saw Mummy’s eyes filled with tears. She took me into his arms. Together we berisakan. Papi take over, patted my shoulder. Rani and Reno was silent in his chair.

“Maafin Mummy, darling ….” Mami’s voice whispered, hugging me tighter.

***

Kesibukanku write a diary stopped.

“Ma’am Ajeng … phone tuh!” Yelled loudly Rano.

“From whom? If the Boy Antonio, Didier, June, or Saleh, Ma’am do not want to accept! “I said rather loudly.

Hening, no further calls from Rano. I’m relieved.

Alhamdulillah, since the incident that night, we moved slowly trend topics. Mami no longer thrusting candidates, before asking my willingness. Some uncle and aunt who came, had to go home with disappointment because the promotion was canceled. I want to calm down first, respectively.

I grabbed a pen. With a heart as light as cotton, I began to write:

To Candidate My husband ….

I was on this day a year to grow again.

Thirty years already. Alhamdulillah. I hope, the years passed, though keremajaanku tarnish, but will never diminish existing ghirah Islamiah. Hopefully I can keep istiqamah in His way.

Examination of post sarjanaku is complete. Soon, one-frills adorn my title back. Not long ago I also took sewing and cooking classes. With a big heart too, Mummy must admit, that skill in the kitchen, now is unrivaled.

Alhamdulillah, now I’m more able to concentrate to write, and gave various lectures at several campuses and mosques. Just a little of that, I can do as an embodiment syukurku for His blessings untold.

My future husband ….

I understand, if until now you were not also present. The problems that befell the Muslims so much. All forming one long list in our agenda. I’m sure ketidakhadiranmu solely because of busy mission there. A noble work, which only a few people called to come to feel responsible. God willing, it will make the waiting as if it never existed.

My future husband ….

But if you were ready for me in this world, when you’re ready to add one more trust in this life, which would be a plus in front of Allah (may), then came. Do not you worry about the college that has not been completed, or work which is still odd. Insha Allah, faith will answer everything. Entrust everything to God. If he continues to provide rizki, but we are not in a state of jihad in His way, then how could God will abandon us, while we always strive in His sabil!

Multiply pray, Prospective Husband, wherever you are. God willing, my prayer is always with your efforts.

Regards,

Adina

NB: By the way, whom you name, anyway?

“My name Syahril Syahril ….”

Deg! I flinched. Kugenggam pen fell. Taste-taste I heard one voice. A little on tiptoe, I walked to the front. Before I had pulled back the curtain that limits the dining room with living room, I heard Papa called me.

“Ajeng …!”

I almost fell, so he approached tergesanya. At first glance my eyes swept the shadow of a bespectacled man, who stood not far from Papi, with downcast face, close to the chest. Behind him, Bambang stood with his trademark smile.

“Well, son Syahril, introduce, this is the name Ajeng. Oom eldest daughter. Why, why even looking down? “Papi ngebas voice heard again.

I looked for a moment, which was called Syahril still down.

“Come on, shake. It’s pretty, Jeng … Mas Wismoyo son’s friend Papi since the first revolution, as well as her Ass Bambang on Dos FISIP. Just pass it son? ”

Syahril nodded. But, still there was no helping hand.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Ajeng. I Syahril. ”

By Jove! I still stared, stunned.

“Insha Allah, today I will berta’aruf with Ajeng. If Ajeng agree, khitbahnya be held tomorrow. After that … hopefully we can jihad together …. ”

A bit vague I heard that last sentence. Papi I saw a big smile, glancing at me.

“What, Jeng … khitbah? Ngelamar, yes …?? ”

I nodded short, blushed. Laughter Papi widened.

I’m still stunned.

My God, my future husband … eng … engng … oops, do … do … this, you?