Being Married to My First Love
What happened to Cindy?

POVS. Cindy

I was in front of the mirror, turning slightly to the right and to the left. I wear a light blue robe paired with a 130x130 silver rectangular voal hijab that extends along the navel.

Tok...buttons..tok...!

There was a knock on the door with a call coming from behind the door.

"Cindy, ummi Aini and son Fadhil are here!" ummiku.

"Yes, Ummi...!" answer me from the room.

Immediately I took a black sling bag and I put it on my sideways neck.

Two weeks ago after the event the Ummi Aini sermon put a gold ring on my ring finger, as a sign that Fadhil has been menghitahku. In Islam it is said that a woman who is being preached by a man, it is illegal for a woman to receive a sermon from another man after receiving a sermon from the first man.

And that night we agreed to hold a marriage contract a month later, which is two weeks from now. And today ummi Aini her mother mas Fadhil wants me to come along to order a wedding dress for the event. Right on this day we promised to go to the boutique that Ummi Aini wanted.

I left the room and headed to the living room. Fadhil looked at me for a moment with a faint smile on his lips, but before long he looked back down. I approached Ummi Aini to salim and then welcomed a big hug by Ummi Aini.

"God willing, very beautiful prospective ghost, Ummi," said Ummi Aini.

I smiled kindly to ummi Aini. If I become his daughter-in-law, I am lucky to have a kind and friendly mother-in-law like Ummi Aini.

"Yes Um, we leave now so as not to go home," said Ummi Aini to my ummiku.

"Corn, Um. Let's go!" ummiku said yes.

Mas Fadhil drives in front, next to him at Ummi Aini. Me and I were sitting in the back seat. And we also went to a Muslim boutique located in the downtown area of Solo. We arrived 30 minutes later. We entered the boutique together. A beautiful middle-aged woman was seen welcoming our arrival.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Bulek!" the woman greeted us.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Bibah," answered ummi Aini welcoming the woman called Bibah by ummi Aini. He was about ten years above me.

"Oiya, this introduces my future man name is Cindy and this is Uninforminya" said Ummi Aini while pointing to me and my ummi

"Cindy, this is Habibah's nephew, Ummi," I smiled kindly to Habibah's mother and shook her hand.

"God's beauty, very beautiful candidate for incantation," Habibah said to me.

"Mak could have!" I answered while smiling at him.

"The beauty descends from the umminya turns out," said mbak Habibah then salim with ummiku.

"Son, Bibah is also more beautiful" replied my ummu.

"Well, that's Fadhil's deck. Dhil, you wait here first yes, there is a special area of Muslim women," said mbak Habibah when he saw the entrance of the main door of the boutique.

"Berez, Ma'am. Monggo continued, I don't wait here!" mas Fadhil sat on the sofa of the waiting room after inviting us to continue our activities.

Then, we went into the middle room of the working room mbak Habibah. In this space he took my body size to later as a reference to make clothes for me. Mbak Habibah the person is friendly enough so on the sidelines take the size we chat to get there quickly familiar. While ummi Aini and ummiku sat on the sofa while chatting. It seems to be talking about the preparation of the upcoming marriage contract.

Not long after we finished. Mbak Habibah then called Mas Fadhil to join us. Mbak Habibah does not need to measure the clothes that will be worn in Fadhil. Simply ask Fadhil mas to try some clothes with a standard size for men, mbak Habibah estimate between size M or L. Then in the taste quite fit in one of the sizes, mbak Habibah just make the pattern later with the same size as the agreed size.

"Bulek, Fakhri deck how are you? Not taught in Ponpes Surabaya right if not wrong?" ask Mbak Habibah.

"Thank God, two weeks ago he came home with his wife, and took part in the sermon at Cindy's house. Three days in Solo and back again to Surabaya," said Ummi.

"Walah, Bulek. Why aren't you invited to stop by here? Though in the past after the wedding deck Fakhri I could not come because the birth of Zahra. Until now it has been four years have not seen his wife mas mu, Dhil," said mbak Habibah spoke with ummi Aini and at the mas Fadhil alternately.

"Then after the wedding Fadhil mbak must come yes, let me introduce the same mbak Hasna," replied Mas Fadhil.

"God, please try to come, Dhil. How many of Fakhri's children are there, Bulek? ask Mbak Habibah.

"Hhh, just pray that soon be given a momongan yes, Bib. After four years of marriage, Fakhri had no children. In case Ummi already wants to carry a grandson. Hopefully Cindy will soon get pregnant after marrying Fadhil," said Ummi Aini who makes me flabbergasted.

"Wealah, who is patient, Bulek, has not yet had his sustenance. God willing next year already can carry grandchildren from the deck of Fadhil and Cindy, huh Bulek?" mbak Habibah said.

"It has not been done already at the todong ask grandchildren, yes Ma'am!" said Fadhil while scratching the back of his head that does not itch. Everyone finally laughed.

Once in taste enough finally we say goodbye to go home to mbak Habibah. Ummi had invited a short stop for prayer at the mosque and then lunch. This familiarity made me feel amazed by the ummi attention that greatly appreciated me and my ummhi. He was able to accept me from a simple family. While the Fadhil mas family is included in the category of people are.

Ummi Aini had stopped by the cake shop to buy some cake dus. Arriving at my house ummi Aini divided the cake to my people as souvenirs at home. And some of it brought back home.

But from this chat I catch, if I am the greatest hope ummi Aini to immediately get a grandchild because Fakhri's wife did not go pregnant after four years of marriage.

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The next day I went to work as usual. In the middle of work hours, I felt pain in my lower abdomen. It was almost like when I got my period. At the time of menstruation I often feel tremendous pain and sometimes even fainting. But this is not possible if you have menstrual pain considering that two weeks ago I had my monthly guest. The longer the pain is unbearable.

"Mr..., Ms. Sari...!" my screams shouldered my coworkers at that moment.

"Yes, what's wrong Cin?" ask mbak Sari.

"Sir, please replace me at FO, Ma'am. My stomach hurts a lot!" I said while holding my stomach that hurt.

"Yes.iya, Cin, let me take care. But you why? You're a really big shoot?"' ask mbak Sari.

"Let me take you to the room of dr.Nita," said mbak Sari. I nodded in pain.

Ms. Sari led me to Dr. Nita's room for inspection. Coincidentally at that time the care doctor was dr.Nita who served in the clinic dr.Dimas.

After knocking on the door mbak Sari opened the door of dr.Nita practice room as soon as there was an answer from inside.

"What's wrong mbak? Ms. Cindy is very sick, very pale" said dr. Nita saw us coming in.

"Yes Doc, I live in the front first, there may be patients who come," said Mbak Sari then closed the door and passed.

"Where's it hurting, Mommy?" ask dr.Nita.

"My lower belly hurts, Doc. Like a cramp when mens," I said while touching the bottom of my stomach.

"Mbak's been getting her period yet this month?" ask dr.Nita.

"It was Doc, two weeks ago," I said.

"If your period likes to hurt?" ask dr. Nita's.

"Yes, Doc. So hurt. I have irregular periods too Doc, sometimes once every two months sometimes once every three months can dock," I told dr.Nita.

"Oh, the cycle is not necessarily that. Cindy I can't be sure. But Cindy should consult this to the obstetrician and do ultrasound for more certainty," said dr. Nita's.

"Is there a cause for disease, Doctor?" I'm full of worries.

"I can't guess. But suppose yes, it would be better if we knew it from the beginning before it was too late. Do not worry first, hopefully everything is fine," said dr. Nita rubbed my shoulder.

Of course I feel anxious because the pain never goes away. I hope I'm okay.

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