Betting Love Above Destiny
The Extra 2

Pov Arafka's.

It's how many times I've looked at the watch that's coiled around the wrist. Once again stare at the shortest sized needle that serves as the pointer of that number. It turned out that Time only moved five minutes from the last time I saw it. Feels very slow. I exhaled once more. And look at my watch back.

In the end, I lost.

Immediately rushed out of the room while carrying a car key that from the beginning was not separated from the grasp.

As I passed through the middle room that connects to the side yard, I passed by Umi. He asked, "Where are you going, son?"

I stopped my step for a moment, looked at him and smiled. However, I think it would be impolite to answer a parent's question while walking. Although I really want to get out soon.

"I'd like to pick up Ning Adin, Umi."

Umiku gave a small nod while looking at the wall clock. He smiles. It's only ten o'clock at noon now. While my wife's lesson at KM, completed at 12:30. The distance from the aba and umi residence that I still occupy now to the Albadar natural studio area - the place of the temporary location of KM - is not more than fifteen minutes when taken by vehicle. So, I should have gone to pick up my wife after 12 o'clock. Umm I would know that, hence she displayed a gentle smile.

"I also want to be in touch with the seniors at Albadar," I immediately added a statement because I was ashamed of the Umi who actually did not say anything about me.

"Umi understand Son. You must have missed your friends. But, you must miss your wife even more."

He gently rubbed my shoulder after saying that sentence.

I was stunned, embarrassed. My secret was revealed in front of Umi.

That's the fact that happened. I just got back an hour from taking my wife to KM. I myself decided for him to return to follow the learning from now on. However, it was only half an hour that I didn't see his face, it felt like a month.

I tried to hold myself back. Although actually both feet feel itchy want to immediately slide to find. I tried to be reasonable, even though the longing I felt almost robbed me of sanity. But, in the last minute, I lost. I gave in to a taste I couldn't handle. I decided to take him to KM. Although I knew that for about two hours I had to wait.

"No papa, son." I heard my umm voice again. Apparently he hasn't passed. The gentle touch of the woman's hand that almost never mentioned my name without the frills of "boy" landed on my shoulder, which was still momentarily glued.

"Rindumu halal. Your love for Ning Adin is god-sanctioned. No need to be ashamed," he continued again who immediately ignited the arrival of a smile that rose on my lips.

I nodded with a smile. Umi greeted me with a hand signal. Half-run I immediately slammed out.

"Mas Rafka."

Mas Azmi greeted me as my feet just got out of the car and tracked down the courtyard of the hall.

We shook hands, asked each other the news, continued with small talk, and the two gazebos near the hall became the seating of choice. Before long, my other friends also arrived, such as mas Nizam, ustad Widad and Ustadz Fadil. We also had a close conversation. But every now and then my eyes steal a glance at the hall, hoping to see Meidina Shafa's face, even if only for a moment.

I really am a kasmaran. Kasmaran to my dear wife.

I don't know how long time has passed. Our chatter eroded a bit of the passionate longing. Until then there was a strange swish in my chest. I felt this strange genius when I first mentioned the name Meidina Shafa as my future wife.

Subhanallah.

I glorify the greatness of the name of God. At the end of my eyes caught a female silhouette. He, my halal lover has stood there. Apparently, it was his presence that brought a strange beating in the chest.

This is really like a signal from the Maha Rahman, a notification, if around me there are people who I love.

All my friends asked, as I quickly got out of my original seat. I just gave a signal. Because my footsteps, my heart, and my soul only lead to my wife.

He seemed unaware of my presence. Even his eyes seemed empty. Like I was traveling far away. Though I took pains to refrain from running and clutching her tightly and rewarding her father's face with a warm kiss.

"Ning ..." I called her slowly, as my steps were about to reach.

He didn't hear my voice, and didn't realize where I was. His gaze remained empty.

Degg

"Dear." I feel all over again calling.

"Subhanallah, Mas Rafka."

He looked shocked and immediately looked at me with a red face. I don't know what he's feeling. But I know what I think when he kisses the back of my hand.

I rubbed his head. I want to go down and kiss her forehead. But I don't think it's in this place. Where many pairs of eyes are looking at us. Although we are halal partners, there are still ethics that should not be violated, no.

"The genie's been a long time, ma'am?"

I smiled while nodding.

"Sorry, so long wait," he said with an uncomfortable look.

"I came too early, Ning," I replied.

"There's another promise, huh?" ask my wife while staring at my friends.

"No."

"Then?"

"Miss, who brought me here early," I said with a smile.

"Who's missing, my mom?"

And he still asks. Makes me even more anxious about it. Either he was pretending not to know, or he really didn't know.

"Meidina Shafa, Rafka's wife."

"Why miss people's wives, Mas?"

He asked me that, making me feel like I was speaking wrong. "Why did Mas Rafka imitate me, who was also missing people's husbands," he said again. Which makes there uncomfortable swish, perch in the feeling.

"Who?" I asked briefly. But I'm sure the frequency of my voice is still soft. To speak harshly to my woman, is a taboo I must avoid. Moreover, the figure of my wife today, which I believe as a trust and a gift from God. What I have to take care of, and I have to respect.

"I miss Arafka Wafdan, her husband Meidina Shafa" my wife replied.

I stared at him without pause, in a blissful feeling that was bubbling up in my chest. I stared with all my love. One of my fingers was raised to rub his cheek. And one question was said to me for him.

"Ning, can I kiss you?"

"Later on," he answered withholding laughter, and soon passed with a face meeting.

Subhanallah, please,

Gratitude in my heart along with praising the greatness of the name of the Lord.

To make Meidina Shafa my wife is Your great destiny, O Rabb.

Thus my confession to the Most Determined. Who has found me and Meidina Shafa united.

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