We've Been Matchmade
Woman Oh Woman
I stared at the screen, hoping for a reply from Dinda, but until now, the reply had not come. Even though it was past the five hours I sent, he just read it without giving a reply. Two days off from college, which means I can't see him. Aghhh, this is really very torturous!
It's only an hour late that it's so cranky like this. Besides, if it's traced wrong first, it's Dinda, so I should be the one who's angry, not her.
Fucking Women!
I think Dinda is different from most other women who like to lash out. He who used to be when High School was famous for being cheerful and indifferent despite being treated badly by his friends turned out to be the same. Decline choose!
[It's not fair, just because it's an hour late you nyuekin me like this. My message was not answered. I thought you were different, it was the same!] I sent that message to Dinda again.
It didn't take long, he replied.
[Oh, so you regret being betrothed to me? What do you expect me to be like? Just shut up when you're late, you eat delicious meatballs I'll wait for myself!] reply Dinda.
[Who eats delicious meatballs, I eat meatballs to treat Lucy.]
[Lucy who?]
[Friends. Medical students too. One force. He helped me get extra work and gave me free diktat. That's why I bought meatballs as a thank you.]
[Wow, Dihya Azizi is eating with a girl. I guess you're different from the other guys, apparently ..].
[What the hell is Din?] one minute, two, three to ten minutes. Dinda didn't return my message. I was immediately frustrated, sending a few more messages, but still not reciprocated. When I called, he deliberately refused my call. Dinda, you've made my heart unsettled.
***
Annoyed, Dinda did not give a reply. I was waiting for. Because it is not good to eat, drink and sleep. Can only be upset, back and forth, up and down the stairs until Umi who was paying a salary reprimand because it was disturbed by me who continued to go up and down the stairs.
"Why are you, son. From that moment on, fretting. Can't be quiet. Wh why? Any problem? Speaking of umi." said umi.
"That's ... Umi wants something for Dinda, right? Let Dihya be anther." I said. The idea of coming to his house just appeared, but if I came without any need other than clarification later he was worried that Dinda would avoid me.
"Nothing. Why tho? You don't fight with Dinda anymore, do you?" umi quickly caught the problem I was having. "Dinda's a lot more Dihya's trouble, so don't add to her mind again. Oh yes, about the matchmaking ... Don't discuss it first. You're not ready for marriage, you're still going to college, unless you're ready for marriage tomorrow!" umi.
I just nodded. Then go back to the room. Yes, it should not discuss anything first about the match if it is not ready for marriage.
Also about the problems Dinda faces. What problems? Why didn't he tell me? I am her future husband. He knows I care about him. Or maybe he doesn't think of me?
[Din, I want to see you.] I said, sending a message to Dinda.
He did not reply. My calls were ignored as well. I finally had to let it. Although my feelings are mixed
***
"That means you really like Dinda, huh?" ask Ical, one of my friends since Junior High. When I served as chairman of the osis, he was the head of the rohis. I decided to confide in him because he's a friend who I think understands religion and we're pretty close PM
I'm silent. Like it or not, which I obviously care about. Wanted to know everything about him. Whether he's okay or not. If he is happy I am happy, if he is sad I think and want to help him at least provide a solution to his problem.
"That's her name already in love, Dihya. Hmmm, I don't know how Dinda has never been in a class with her. Just to know he's a force with us. I can't judge if he has the same feeling. But clearly you have been betrothed, so yes there is already a way to unite in the marriage bond. But yes I hope you can take care of yourself and your heart especially. As you said, you are not legitimate. Only limited betrothed is not necessarily a mate" said Ical.
"Then what should I do? Already care for him but he's cute." I snorted annoyed.
"I'm sure you know what to do. Yes, you still have to keep your distance. You are not halal, however. So as not to disturb the mind it is better from now on to stop interacting because I see the influence of Dinda big also in your life. Sure enough, if you guys are dating you will definitely be together at the right time later" he said again.
Our conversation made me realize that some time our interaction has indeed been very excessive. If you want to follow the heart it wants to be close to him, continue to be patient, do not even want to miss information about him even if only for a second. But back again, he's not halal for me.
I'm the one who has to behave. I have to keep my distance from him. I'm sure Dinda's life would be fine without me and vice versa until the right time. Maybe in about five years, when I graduate to become a doctor, I'll marry him.
***
College hours just ended. I'm going to the clinic to continue the partime work that I've been doing since this week.
Today there is a schedule of blood sugar, tension and uric acid tests. In addition to earning additional income, I can also get experience on how to deal with patients and also share with the guard doctors here.
My motorbike drove to the clinic which had to pass through Dinda's faculty. That's when I came back to the test because when I was walking; Dinda passed by with her friends. I kept going as if I hadn't seen him. From the rearview mirror, I could see Amira who was also walking with Dinda looking at me.
Din ... This will be very heavy, but sorry if we have to keep our distance first. You, so overpower my heart and my mind and it can break my heart. I do not want God to be angry with us for continuing to maintain feelings that are not yet lawful.
Din, I like you. I love you so much, I want you to be my wife. But please be patient Din, at least until I fulfill my promise to become a doctor so that your mother's dream is achieved to have a child or doctor's daughter-in-law.