We've Been Matchmade
Story of Lucy

"Me and Dinda should get married soon" I told Lucy.

The smile on his face disappeared. Maybe he was surprised because even though he knew we had been betrothed but there was never a plan before to get married so soon. I myself was actually shocked to hear the request of his father Dinda.

Then, the story of his father's request came out of my mouth. I who usually closed can now casually tell everything in the hope of getting a little enlightenment from Lucy who claimed to have a different nature from most women.

"What do you think?" I asked Lucy.

"You ready?" he asked back.

"Either, still trying to wait for Java from Allah."

"If you are sure, do it. If not, be patient first. Follow your heart, Dihya!"

***

Lucy's messages kept coming into my phone. He kept reminding me of the ideals I had told him, as well as the weight of being a medical student. Plus, the beauty of succeeding with these achievements. Like his parents and his brothers.

Ahhh, things like this always succeed in making me doubt. That is why I involve God so that the final result is the best.

[Remember Dihya, I told my parents and they were pretty sure you would be a great doctor. My father and mother always said it would be difficult to be my rival, but from the beginning you can always beat me without too much effort. That means you are way above me!] lucy's last message before I close down.

"Yes Rabb, I am really weak. I believe you have prepared the best for me. Whatever it is, give me a hint." I said, raising both hands.

***

[Din, still angry] I sent him a message. [InshaAllah today I will meet Abah Hasan.]

[Ngapain? Dihya, just talk to me.] Reply Dinda. Apparently he was worried too if I gave his brother an answer.

[You know who your brother has offered to replace me?] I said.

[Dihya, let's meet. We're talking directly. Near your house is a meatball stall, right? I'll be there in about thirty minutes. You follow yes ] he said. [I'm leaving now]

I just nodded, not replying to Dinda's message.

***

"Where are you going, Dihya?" ask Umi when I say goodbye to umi and Abah who are busy watching television.

"Dihya wants to meet Dinda, mi." My answer.

"Same Dinda? Where's?" umi who was originally focused on watching is now her attention is on me.

"In that corner meatball stall, mi. The one near the house." I pointed towards the corner.

"Why don't we just meet here?" umi is still investigating.

"You don't know, Dinda met there." I replied as if. Actually Umi still hard to let go of me, but can no longer hold back because I am ready, plus my reasons are undeniable. Abah also did not care much, still focused on the spectacle.

"Do you have a decision?" this time not only Umi is looking at me, but Abah too.

"InshaAllah Mi. Abah and Umi pray for Dihya.

"Dihya leave yes!" I waved my hand, then left the house, driving the meth bike I used to drive towards where Dinda meant.

Until there, Dinda has not come. I ordered two bowls of meatballs and iced tea. While waiting for Dinda's presence, I went back to check on Hp to make sure there were no important messages coming in because it was now with the family.

"Devil!" call Dinda who's a bit broken. He was wearing a cream-colored outfit with a matching veil. I don't know why, I always liked the way Dinda dressed. Although he wore a hijab but always able to match and look shar'i. "I'm sorry I came late "he bowed his head a few times.

"Nothing. I ordered him to eat and drink. Eat first." I said, showing the food I ordered. "If less, just say it. Or want a message?" I showed her the menu, but Dinda refused.

"So what's your decision?" he looked at me questioningly.

"Whatever it is, you ready?" I looked back at him. For a moment the netra we clashed, then without direct instructions lowered their heads together. Ahhh this love, it's real. I can only ask God for protection. "Tomorrow God I will face Abah Hasan." I said.

"Devil!" Dinda looked at me, with a worried look.

***

I have always believed that whatever God has ordained is best for us.

This morning, when the sun rose bashfully, I was already in front of Dinda's house. A house adjacent to his boarding house.

I don't think he opened the door. Dinda said nothing, but from the way she looked at me I was pretty sure she was agitated by the answer I was about to give.

Not long after, Dinda's brother came. Dinda pulled back. He disappeared behind the curtain.

"How's Dihya?" ask Abah Hasan.

"Bismillah ... InshaAllah I want to marry Dinda. I am ready to take care of him until the end of our lives." I said.

"Thank you, thank you, Dihya. Now I await the arrival of your parents to speak of this marriage" Abah Hasan said.

"InshaAllah, ma'da Maghrib Abah and Umi will be here" I said.

"Well, then we'll prepare everything."

"Well om, then I say goodbye." I greet Dinda's brother. Then go home.

Just got in front of the house, suddenly my HP rang. Message from Dinda.

[Thank you Dihya. Although I still can't accept Abah's decision to marry me this fast but I am very grateful because finally there are also those who want to protect me when the man who should protect me until the end of the dump I'm for the sake of her new life.] A message from Dinda.

[Din, pray a lot. Don't think badly of your brother. God is the best for us. I couldn't bear this feeling anyway.] I said.

[The reality is like that Dihya. Abah prefers his new wife over me.]

[You love you very much.]

Me and Dinda had a discussion. He was no longer loving her. In the end I gave up. Choosing not to reply because I know Dinda is still in the disappointed phase. The pain has not healed, or maybe even the wound is so deep that in his eyes his ashes are still bad. But I'm sure, with time, he'll realize how much his father loves him.

[Although Abah Hasan no longer wants to take care of you as you say, InshaAllah there is I Din who is ready to take care of you. I will try to do my best for our little family later.] I sent a closing message to calm Dinda down. I hope he comes back like the old Dinda, always cheerful.