Fazila Tipan From Heaven
Bridal Room

Sahhhhhh!

That one word just kept echoing in my ear, three hours passed but I still smiled at myself remembering that one word. I never expected to feel this much happiness.

Instantly, my happy smile instantly disappeared and replaced the strange feeling. I feel weird, I feel empty, and I feel guilty.

"Alan's... Congratulations, son." Papa smiled as he patted my shoulder.

"Women are like glass, sometimes we can read her mood just by looking at her pretty face. Not all women can express their feelings.

Papa's sure Fatimah won't share her pain with you as long as she's not sure you're a good man for her. And more important than anything, you can't force it.

Women don't need rich men, they need a home that makes them feel safe, secure and protected.

Remember what Papa son said, you have to keep the glass so as not to crack anything else until it breaks. Because if a woman does not feel safe from her husband's speech and actions then do not expect them to survive, they are born to be in love and guarded, and not to be reviled, scolded, scolded, what else to scratch his face just out of useless anger." Said Papa again while thrusting a palm-sized box. Papa's words have a point, deep down, I promise to be a good father and husband to my little family.

"What is this, pa?"

"You don't need to know, this is the business of his father-in-law and son-in-law."

"Is Papa really going to keep it a secret from Alan?"

"If Papa really wanted to keep it a secret for what did Papa give you this box? You bad boy." Reply Papa while patting my cheek. Hearing Papa's words I could only nod slowly, each of his words contained the truth.

"Papa will talk to Kiai Hasan and his family, after which we will go home.

Papa will take Fazila with us. Tomorrow you also have to go home after saying goodbye to the extended family of Kiai Hasan." Say Papa again while showing off a smile.

There was no rebuttal from me, I could only nod my head in agreement. After all, if you think Papa's words have a point as well. But what makes me nervous, Ummi Fazila will be with me under one roof, thinking that alone makes my chest go down.

"Did you still hear Papa's words?"

"Yahh iiiiyaaaaaa!" I reply nervously while looking at the face of Papa who is still filled with a happy smile.

A second later Papa got up from before me and walked towards Mama who called out to him just by moving her eyes. Sometimes I think, the love of Mama and Papa is so strong that a storm of any magnitude will not easily shake the foundation of their love.

One day I once asked the Secret of Papa's love power to Mama, and I didn't expect her answer to be so simple, Papa said she always looked at Mama with a look of love, assuming Mama is prettier than the women out there, get used to kissing her forehead and trust her completely.

Maybe the formula of Papa who always loves Mama with all my heart and trust without any doubt has been practiced since building a relationship with Seren. And look at the result, I came out as the one who was hurt by love. I myself feel confused why after giving such great love there is still dissatisfaction in it?

But now I've been aware of it since I met my heavenly Angel, Fatimah Azzahra. Love before marriage is like a hot steam that does not know when it begins to cool down, after it is cold it will wither like a flower, then die without leaving any flavor again, the best thing we can do is to love our lover only, if the pain will not be excruciating, and the pain will not linger.

"Son Alan, stay here. You guys go home tomorrow, I'm sure Fazila and Umminya must be tired."

I have not had time to reply to Abi Ikmal's words, my netra looked at Mama and Papa who walked together while holding my sweet daughter who was asleep. Behind him walked Oma Ochi and Opa Ade while linking their fingers, even Opa's old face did not stop smiling to see Oma Ochi just kept talking, I don't know what they were talking about until Opa Ade smiled so happily. Whatever the reason, I hope that the power always bestows its grace so that we as its servants will always be grateful and do as well as we can.

"Are Mr. Ade and the family going home too?Why don't you just stay here? As the leader of the boarding school I would feel great joy receiving a great guest like you!" Abi Ikmal said as soon as Wijaya's extended family stood in front of him.

"Thank you Kiai Lutfi, and forgive us, we can not stay here, tomorrow morning we will welcome Fatimah who will come home for the first time as a daughter-in-law at the Wijaya residence. For today Alan and his wife are staying here." Reply Opa Ade without hesitation.

"If it's a decision you've made then we can only nod in resignation. Honestly, we are very happy to know your family. We have Fatimah and Fazila." Kiai Lutfi said while holding Opa Ade's hand tightly, his face could not be separated from a smile.

After saying goodbye Papa and his entourage left Pesantren with a motorcade. I went to the room that had been prepared, while Kiai Lutfi met his guest who had just come from Egypt. This is the condition of the pesantren, it feels very soothing and filled with peace.

...***...

I knew that Ummi Fazila would not feel comfortable around me, and with that belief I would rather leave him alone and walk towards the Ikmal workspace in the boarding school, precisely at the end of the hallway at the front of the pesantren neighborhood.

How strange this love is. It's a unique risk. I muttered to myself while preparing to knock on Ikmal's study.

Tok.Tok-sign.Tok.

"Lake in."

One firm remark that came from behind the door managed to pull me in. There's no doubt in me, I feel a little calm about having a conversation partner. At least a interlocutor as smart and thoughtful as Ikmal would eliminate the slight fret that bothered me.

"So Alan has sisini? Come in, brother."

"Yes. I was just passing by, I thought I'd stop by for a second." I pretended to stop by, but since the afternoon I had been thinking about what reason I should make Ummi Fazila feel comfortable without having to look at my annoying face.

Sucks? Since when do I think my face sucks? Have I not always been proud of my good looks? I don't know, I wasn't sure when I started thinking that far.

"So I'll just sit on the couch, I'll finish this job. After that we can chat for a while before brother goes into the bridal room." Guyon Ikmal while showing off a face full of smiles.

Glekkkkk!

I swallowed the saliva while imagining a face as beautiful as the full moon of Ummi Fazila. 'That 'wedding room' sounds a little dangerous, however I can't blame Ikmal just because he said it.

"Now tell me, what makes Alan's brother uncomfortable? I'm sure a thousand percent of Fatimah's brother isn't the kind of dictator woman who would impose her will on her brother."

"You're right, your sister isn't that kind of woman. It's just, I want to enjoy the fresh air before returning to our room." My reply while staring at the netra set Ikmal's property.

"Kak Fatimah is not the grumpy type of woman. She's not a chatty mother either. Everyone who knew him would definitely say Fatimah's sister was the ideal type for any man who yearned for a happy life." Connect Ikmal again.

His eyes explained that he also needed a woman who was the same class as his older sister, at a time like this somehow my bar-bar thoughts were on my younger sister. Looking at Ikmal, and imagining Sabina, they looked like they were in a different world. The other one looked calm and wise, while Sabina? The kid was a little careless. Thinking of Sabina's attitude made me undo the intention to introduce Ikmal to her.

"Don't Alan know? Yesterday I accidentally ran into Miss Sabina. She's an amazing girl."

"You sure about that?" I asked in a high voice, I could not believe what I heard. My eyes are perfectly round.

"of course! Abi even talked about me and Miss Sabina to Oma and Opa Fazila."

Hearing Ikmal's words made me a little surprised, as if Ikmal could read my mind and he started to unravel my anxiety.

"You guys never talk, how are you sure Sabina's a good girl?"

"That's a simple thing sis, sometimes to know someone's personality we need to see with whom they are friends.

Usually, a friend will give the dominant color for our personality. And I'm sure Miss Sabina is a good girl because I accidentally saw her respectful treatment of all the women she passed by."

Ikmal looks good, if Sabina is with him I'm sure the spoiled girl will be happy for the rest of her life, but it all comes back to their hearts.

"alright. I think I should go back to the room, your brother must be waiting for me." I woke up from the couch I was sitting on half an hour ago. There was no rebuttal from Ikmal, he smiled as he pointed towards the door with his long arms.

Dag.Dig.Dug-saw.

My chest was pounding very hard, every inch I passed would lead me to Ummi Fazila. Will every inch of this I pass take me to the love every husband wants from his wife? Or just the opposite, every inch I pass by will lead me to infinite hatred? Just thinking about it made me feel an overwhelming fear. I feel like my heart has been pierced by a thorn. It hurts so much that breathing feels tight.

Yaay Allah... I know I am not your good servant, but as soon as I keep begging you, please ease all my affairs and unite my heart with the one who is currently the Angel of my choice. I muttered to myself until not realizing that I was currently standing in front of the room that became my bridal room with her the most beautiful woman in the world.

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