Being Married to My First Love
Guests Held
The clock has shown at 16.15 WIB. I deliberately came home late because I waited for the others to come home first. Just because I don't want anyone else to know, if I get a bouquet of flowers from Dr. Dimas. I don't know what happens when they find out. I'll obviously be very embarrassed.
While carrying a plastic bag, I rushed to the parking lot to pick up my motorcycle and go home. But, not yet arrived at the parking lot suddenly rain fell. I immediately ran towards the mushola to take shelter. At the same time I found Dr. Dimas who also just arrived at the terrace of the mosque to take shelter. I took some distance from where Dr. Dimas was.
"Cindy, are you just coming home?" ask dr.Dimas.
"Em.iya, Doctor. Last time you completed the work of the nanggung stay a little," kilahku.
The rain was getting heavier, I regretted not coming home sooner. I don't have to go with dr. Dimas when he came home from work. For some reason after receiving the bouquet I felt very awkward when dealing with Dr. Dimas.
For a while we were both silent. However, my heart was so restless when it had to be in the same place. I never felt this way before, even when I used to talk to Fadhil. I feel relaxed. It's so different from now, I find it hard to breathe.
"Cindy..," said Dr. Dimas.
"L-yes, Doctor..," I answered waking up from my daydream.
"Are you currently going through ta'aruf with a man?" ask dr. Dimas.
"Emm, no, Doctor." I replied without daring to look at him.
Oh God, please stop the rain. I really couldn't bear to linger here with dr. Dimas.
And it seems nature is on my side. The rain gradually subsided. I think God has heard my prayer. Thank you God, You have granted my prayer!
"Doctor, excuse me. Assalamu'alaikum," I said and immediately ran over the drizzle drizzling remnants of rain.
Arriving at the parking lot I opened my motorcycle seat to pick up a raincoat. I have to keep using it because the rain hasn't really stopped. I'm really happy to get out of there soon. Because, being close to Dr. Dimas makes me unable to breathe properly. I took a glance at the mushola for a moment. Uh, it turns out that dr. Dimas was watching me too. Ishh shame on me!
I immediately started my motor and then spurred him out of the clinic, without looking back. Along the way I smiled happily remembering the series of events today that had passed.
When I got home I took a shower. Ummi said if it runs out of rain immediately shower so as not to hurt. After the bath turned out to have entered the time to pray maghrib. I immediately took ablution and practiced prayer.
After praying I say do'a. May God give me health. And one more thing, I pray that God will bring me closer to the soul mate who was destined for me. I read the Qur'an a few verses to calm my heart. When I fold my face I think of something.
"Astaghfirullah, my flower bouquet!" I hurriedly ran back. When I took a shower, I put it near the bathroom. And when he got in the back.
'Aarghh...! The flowers are held by Ummi!' I cried in my heart.
"Emm, Ummi..," I said to Ummi.
"Cindy, is this flower yours?" ask Ummi.
"Em, yes, Ummi!" reply lirih.
I saw ummi smiling while shaking her head, still looking at the bouquet of flowers in her hands.
I bit my finger, thinking about what Ummi would say next.
"It's so pretty, my flower. Who is this from, Cin?" tanya ummi was right with my guess. Ummi will definitely ask who the flower giver is.
"Emm, from temen, Ummi. Let Cindy move to the jar huh, Ummi. Let's not wither," I have to immediately secure the flowers so as not to be seen by the abi as well.
"What's the name?" ask ummi again when I take the bouquet of flowers from the hands of ummi.
I did not answer the ummi question, I switched to take the jar that I filled with water then opened the bouquet of flowers, and put the flowers into the jar.
"Young people today, yes, there are various ways to express their feelings. Remember Cindy, don't date!" ummi warned.
"Yes, no, Ummi. Cindy knows the limits of Ummi. Cindy is less than Abi. This is the flower Cindy found in the locker Ummi not in the love of the rich directly in the soap opera that is Ummi," said Cindy while tidying up the flowers and then throw the wrapper.
"Alright, Ummi believes in you. Who is loving?" ummi's getting curious.
"Assalamu'alaikum!"
I knew it was a form of affection from both my parents, so that I wouldn't fall for adultery. Most teenagers in this era have mingled between men and women to forget their limits. It is not uncommon for early marriage to occur among adolescents.
After putting flowers on the table by the window of my room, I went back to the kitchen to eat with my parents. We only ate three because Umar had returned to the boarding school. Lucky ummi is the mother who understands me the most. Ummi did not discuss the flowers anymore in front of the abi.
After eating I helped Ummi tidy up the dishes. While Abi went to the mosque to pray isya' congregation in the mosque. After the Isya prayer, I helped ummi pack a neighbor's order cake for the regular gathering of the fathers in my village. Which will soon be ordered. Thank God many neighbors who match the cake or my general cuisine. So that ummi has additional income to be in the tube.
Ummi said the benefits of making a cake to save on Hajj. If only ummi had a cake shop would have been more fortunate. I hope one day I can make ummi a cake shop.
'O Allah make it easy for the servant to obtain sustenance to help the ummi, O Allah!' my prayer in my heart.
"Assalamu'alaikum!"
I heard there were guests outside.
"Wa'alaikumussalam!" abi had already welcomed her.
"Ummii, there is a child Imah want to take an order," exclaimed abi from the living room.
"Cin, please bring in front of the other cardboard," said Ummi as he moved forward.
I also took the other cardboard designated ummi, then brought it forward.
"Mis she alone? Where can bring two of these boxes alone," said ummiku.
"Yes, Budhe. Mama did not say that much Budhe," said Imah.
"Yes, let Cindy help you, Ummi. Come deck!" I volunteered to help bring her cake order.
"Good, Ma'am. Here's the money, Budhe!" I'm handing over some money to ummi.
"Please tell Mama nak Imah yes, Ummi said a lot of thanks," said Ummi while helping me carry the card when I was riding the motorcycle Imah.
"Yes, Budhe. She also told me to thank Budhe. I'm sorry, Budhe. Assalamu'alaikum! imah then turned on the motor.
"Wa'alaikumussalam, be careful!" ummi.
We also went to the deck house. After placing the cake order at the deck house Imah. Dek Imah drove me back to my house. When I got to the front of the house, I was a bit surprised because there was a car parked in the yard, and there was the sound of people chatting.
"Sir Cindy, looks like a guest huh? Then I go home first, Ma'am. Thank you, it was helped. Assalamu'alaikum!" imah said as I got off the bike.
"Yes, Deck. Equally," I answered and walked into the courtyard.
I was shocked to realize who owned the car parked in the yard.
'Allah is Dr. Dimas' car. What do you want dr.Dimas here,' I muttered in my heart while *************my game.
For a moment I paced back and forth, before deciding to enter the house. I took a deep breath then exhaled slowly, and repeated it several times to calm myself down.
After a while I can calm down. I finally put my foot on my porch.
"Assalamu'alaikum...!"
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