Ballad First Wife
Not Halal

Ryan was excited when he arrived at the rides to play a mall.

"Ryan let's play there!" take Ardi, the son of Salman who is already so familiar with Ryan.

"Mother?" Ryan asked for my approval. I'm nodding. Ryan and Ardi joined hands to play.

"Pa, Ardi wants to ride it!" point Ardi to a roaler coaster.

"Ardi knows you can't ride it" replied Brother Salman.

Opportunity.

"Yes, Lan. Accompany Ryan. Poor thing he's never been on a roaler coaster" I said. Alan looked at me sharply. I smile at the smile.

"Ryan, Om Alan is afraid" I told Ryan.

"Who says I'm scared." Alan protested, "Let's Ryan.Om accompany."

"Thank you, Lan." I said as I waved my hand.

"Pa, Ardi's coming with Alan?"

Salman is nodding. Ardi runs after Alan and Ryan.

Stay with me both with Salman. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

"We're sitting there yuk, Ra!" Salman pointed to the empty seat across from where we were standing.

I nodded and followed in the footsteps of Brother Salman who had walked first to the seat he meant you.

When it was close to the chair, suddenly there were other visitors who came and immediately sat on one of the chairs. Now there is a long chair.

Brother Salman sat down and he looked at me, "Sit here!" her word.

I doubt. If I sit there, it means we'll sit close together.

"Mmm.I'm just here, brother." I refused.

Salman then stood back up, "Sit down!"

I finally sat down. But after I sat down, Brother Salman instead sat down next to me.

"Sister!" my whiskey.

"It's not just the two of us. There he is. No papa." with his eyes Brother Salman pointed to the visitor sitting in the chair next to us.

I silently lowered my head.

"Ra, are you happy?" ask Salman suddenly.

"What does Salman mean?" I asked back.

"Have your life been so happy?"

I'm nodding. "Before the trouble that befell my family now, I'm happy, brother." I replied.

"You love your husband?"

I'm silent. In my heart I asked myself if I loved Mas Andre. I remember we were set up. Mas Andre is actually a relative of my budheku husband.

"By!" call Brother Salman, "Do you love Andre?'

"He's my husband Brother."

"I know he's your husband. My question is, do you love him?"

I don't know if Salman's brother is looking at me or not because I don't dare look at him.

"It is my duty to love my husband, brother."

Me with Brother Salman laughing.

"My question is easy Ra, why do you have so much trouble answering."

I'm silent. It felt really awkward to sit next to Brother Salman and talk about feelings. Even though what he asked was my feelings for Mas Andre.

"But you don't have to answer my question anymore. Because I already know the answer." continued Salman.

"How did you know?" I just responded to Salman's words.

"Because our situation is the same" he replied in a whisper. I could feel her breath sweeping away a part of my cheek that was not covered in a veil. My body immediately brushed.

"Sister, I saw Ryan and the others first." I said as I stood up. The moment I was about to step suddenly came a child who ran past me.

Brucks.

The little boy bumped into me making me stagger back. Salman caught my body before it fell.

"Sorry aunt" said the boy, bowing. He's about 11 years old.

"It's not papa." I replied. The boy nodded and left running.

"Sister!" I said while Brother Salman's hand was still loyal to my shoulder.

"Oh sorry" said Brother Salman. Then he let go of his hand.

"Let's go to Alan's!" bring Brother Salman. He then walked ahead of me.

"Where are you from?" spray Alan when we got there.he just got off the roaler coaster.

"We..."

"Mother is so exciting." Ryan cut me off. "Om Alan shouted earlier. He said horrified."

I smile at the smile. I remember when the office recreation first, Alan is always reasonable if invited to ride the roaler coaster with friends. He always quibbled, "Boss doesn't level up that way."

"Oh yeah?" I also pretended to be surprised, "People Om Alan was afraid to ride the roaler coaster." I deliberately hardened my voice insinuating Alan.

"From the first Om Alan does not like things that stimulate adrenaline" said Brother Salman. "First friends often say it.." brother Salman did not continue his speech because he saw the eyes of Alan who glared almost dislodged.

"What's Om tied to?" Ryan asked instead. "Conditioned coward yaaaa?" guess Ryan was teasing Alan.

"Ryan." furious Alan was trying to reach Ryan. Ryan ran away laughing. They finally ran away. Ryan ran back to me and hid behind my back. Alan standing there in front of me didn't dare to grab Ryan.

"How dare you hide behind your mother." - sneered Alan.

"Belvin. Om Alan is afraid of mother." replied Ryan chuckled.

"Who said I was scared, huh" Alan tried to grab Ryan behind me.

"Alan!" my harden as Alan's body drew closer and the hand reached towards my waist was about to hold Ryan. Alan immediately retreated.

"That's right. Takuut." Ryan chuckles. Ardi also laughed. Only Brother Salman turned his face the other way.

"Easy-after. You guys are like little kids." my lerae.

"I was a little girl. Alan's like a kid." Ryan replied.

"Ryan!" my reproach.

"Hehehe.sorry mother. Sorry about Alan" Ryan said.

"Ra, stay here. You don't want to shop?" ask Salman.

I'm shaking. I honestly want to shop. Which woman can stand to walk to the mall without shopping. But I know I have to skimp.

"But will you accompany me shopping?" ask Salman. I thought for a moment and nodded.

"Kids, want to go shopping, or just keep playing?"

"God!!!" Ryan and Ardi answered compactly.

"alright. Lan can you go with them?" pinta Kak Salman on Alan.Alan seemed hesitant to answer Kak Salman's request.

"We're just for a second. Elsa nitip. I need Fira's help in choosing him" said Salam.

"alright. Please. Let the kids be with me."

"Come Ra!" brother Salman walked ahead.

"Titip Ryan." I said to Alan. He nodded. I followed Brother Salman.

Brother Salman's move towards outlets that sell bridal clothes.

"Sir, why are you here?"

"Elsa asked to buy Muslim bridal clothes" replied Salman.

"That's weird. Make what?" my many.

"It's soon our wedding anniversary. He wants us to get back to the wedding. It's just a ceremony. He said to feel like the newlyweds continue."

I smile. Inwardly grateful for the happiness of Elsa and Kak Slam.

"Try it!" pinta Kak Salman pointed at a very beautiful dress attached to the mannequin.

"I brother?" many ensure.

Salman is nodding. "Elsa said you should try. If it's right in you, it must be right in him. If it suits you, it'll suit him."

"That's it." I replied.

"Mom, that one." Salman called the shopkeeper and pointed at the clothes he wanted. The guard then went in and out again carrying a similar dress that was still wrapped in plastic he handed the dress to Salman.

"Ra, try!" Salman extended the dress to me.

"Let me help you" said the friendly waiter.

I'm heading to the locker room soon. I looked around the dressing room which turned out to be quite spacious. There's a dresser, too.

"Let's mbak!" The waiter really helped me. She also put on a little makeup and fitted a matching veil with the dress I was wearing. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I really can't believe I'm going to be that pretty.

"Now we can get out. The prospective husband must have been amazed at mbak." said the waiter misunderstood. He thought Salman was my future husband.

"Eh he's not.."

I'm not done talking the waiter's out of the dressing room.

Slowly I stepped out. My heart's pounding. When it's near the door, someone opens it for me.

"This is his future wife" said the waiter.

I saw Brother Salman staring at me, making me clumsy.

"Not suitable, brother?" manyworry.

Brother Salman shakes. "It's good." she replied. Then he took a cell phone. "I am a photo. I'll send it to Elsa."

I nodded then put on a possible senatural style.

"It is" said Brother Salman as he continued to look at the results of his shots.

"Sister, can I change again?" my many.

"wait. Elsa wants us to take a photo together, Ma'am please!" Salman handed his cell phone to the waiter. He took his place next to me.

"Mas was hugged by his future wife" his mother said.

"It's not halal yet" replied Salman. I immediately looked towards him.

"Why? Aren't we halal yet?" said Brother Salman.

I'm nodding. But still feel strange with the word not halal. Should I say not mahram, why choose the word not halal as if after this we will both be halal.