Women's Love Awareness
Chapter 39
Abah Haji Muhajir looks mangosteen sign understand. The old man listened seriously to his eldest son's complaint. Since the beginning of the arranged marriage agreed by the wife with his best friend's wife, Abah Haji Muhajir did not agree a little and considered all that too soon. He himself wanted his son to remain seriously flapping his wings in his new world as the eldest son who would be the successor to the leader of his boarding school.
"Before, Abah wanted to know, how did you know that Khanidah did not want an arranged marriage between the two of you?" ask Abah Haji Muhajir seriously.
For a moment Ustadz Destaqi took a deep breath and threw it away slowly. "From the woman's attitude and facial expression, Abah."
Abah Haji Muhajir nodded in understanding. She also gave her little smile. "It's best not to suudzon first, son. But, if you are always restless about this, it would be better to talk about this with Khanidah, son. Just ask what the woman really feels when she receives an arranged marriage between the two of you. Abah himself did not force this match. If Allah has indeed predestined you both to be married couples, then it means that Allah will surely give a smooth path to a halal bond."
"Yes, Abah. Taqi himself had no problem with this matchmaking. Umi once said, love will grow by itself when two people often meet and share sweat. But, seeing Khanidah's attitude, Taqi became doubtful. If only Khanidah had not shown his rejection before Taqi, perhaps that doubt and unease would not have Taqi, Abah. Yes ... although the woman actually did refuse and object," said Ustadz Destaqi as he lowered his face deeply.
"Not to be discouraged, son. Leave everything to God. Matrimony is a secret of God. Even if the two of you will be really paired, it means you have to run a household well and according to the guidance of Islam. Take your wife to heaven. Be a good leader and anti-hurt" said Abah Haji Muhajir at length advising his eldest son.
Ustadz Destaqi mangosteen-beard sign understand. His chest was relieved after he told her of his heartbreak. It is not in vain to complain to the Abah. Because, the old man always provides the best solution and the best way.
"This is Allah, Abah. Taqi will remember Abah's message and advice. Being a husband is not easy. The responsibility is heavy and it has to really be a good leader" replied the handsome young Ustadz.
Abah Haji Muhajir nodded and smiled. "That's why a man has to learn a lot and fix himself. Before marriage, a man must be fully prepared and muster all courage."
Ustadz Destaqi nodded in understanding. "Then, next time Taqi will talk to Khanidah. Taqi will ask about this matchmaking. At least Taqi got an answer so as not to constantly be agitated and doubtful like this."
"Yes, Son. You two must also have deliberation" replied Abah Haji Muhajir.
"Yes, Bah. Thank God, Taqi finally really relieved because he had obtained a solution from Abah. Thank you, Bah" said Ustadz Destaqi, smiling with happiness.
Abah Haji Muhajir nodded with a warm smile. "Alhamdulillah. Equally, Son. That's what parents are for. Yes already, better now get ready to do njai." He hurried from his seat.
"Yes, Bah" replied Ustadz Destaqi who also rose from his seat.
After feeling enough, Abah Haji Muhajir rushed out to leave his son. While the son is now ready to teach njai. For several days he taught the santri without the help of the Abah. That certainly makes the young Ustadz a little overwhelmed because it is not used to it.
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"It looks like I should buy souvenirs for Alinda. But ... by-what, huh?" murmured Maher when he was out of the building area and now riding his iron horse on the highway that did not escape the word traffic jam. Its name is also the capital city, impossible if not jammed.
The handsome man while riding his motorcycle continued to think about the souvenirs he would bring for the berniqab woman who had attracted him. This time Maher wanted to give a beautiful and sweet item. However, until now the handsome man was still confused by the item he would bring for Alinda. It is impossible not if he brought a statue of Pancoran or a National monument. All residents of Jakarta will burn their bodies alive.
"Aah! It seems like carrying a bucket of pink roses would be sweet too" Maher said as her bead spotted a flower shop by the side of the road.
Without thinking, Maher rushed to pull his motorcycle in front of the flower shop. Women are synonymous with the beauty of flowers. So, Maher felt that a bouquet of beautiful and fragrant roses would make Alinda happy and flowery.
"Sir, I want a beautiful and unique bouquet of roses, yes. If possible, with a new and different style," Maher told an employee at the flower shop.
"Good, Brother. We'll make your order soon, "reply to the employee.
Maher nodded. Finally, he chose to sit in the waiting chair and spread his gaze on the beautiful flowers. "I saw this flower, like I saw you, Alinda." He speaks in the heart. His smile expands on its own.
"Excuse me, Brother. What color do roses want? Do you want one color or random? And, do you want to be named or not?" ask the employee.
"Emh, the flowers are pink only. If the name .. seems okay," replied Maher.
"good. Please note here, brother," said the employee, giving Maher a piece of paper and pen.
Maher nodded. He immediately grabbed the paper and pen. Before writing, her lips curved beautifully and her brain spun around looking for beautiful words to pin on the flower bucket. After a few minutes of thinking, he found the right words. He did not waste any more time giving a piece of paper to the employee.
"It will surely be sweet" Maher murmured, leaning his head against the head of the chair.
While waiting for a new flower order to be made, Maher reached into his jacket pocket and grabbed a flat object called a cellphone. A lot of chat came into his phone. He has not checked his cell phone since. Mama and papa did not escape to send a chat and call several times. He himself deliberately installed a silent mode so as not to be disturbed by incoming messages and phones.
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