God's Choice of Mate
SAH

I saw my Daddy walking into the room I was in.

"Daddy" I'm heading towards him. I embraced the man who had been giving me comfort all along.

Daddy gently rubbed my hair and led me back to my original position. I see Mr. Rayyan now sitting next to his father.

"Because everyone has gathered, can you continue sir?" The village man began to open his voice, telling what had happened 1 and a half hours ago. He said clearly including the existing traditions and has been happening in the village since time immemorial.

Both Daddy and father Rayyan looked calm as if nothing had happened. This allowed me to breathe a little.

"Then I will marry them myself." Daddy said suddenly, making me feel like I was struck by lightning in broad daylight.

"What's? Dady no!!!" I let go of my arms staring intently at Daddy who still looked relaxed like on the beach.

"I agree! It's for the good of all of us." Mr. Luthfi chimed.

Wait, I feel like something is wrong. I turned my probing gaze toward Daddy and Mr. Luthfi in turn.

"Alright, then please prepare. Groom-to-be please take ablution first." Said Mr. Ustadz.

"No Daddy, Please Daddy Shafa don't want to, Shafa ain't wrong. You're all JAHAAAT!!!" I cried hysterically while crying, begging Daddy to cancel his intention.

"Enough Shafa! You've made Daddy ashamed by coming to this place tonight. Now you must accept all the consequences!" Daddy yelled at me, which made me even more helpless. Mommy please...

"Dad was disappointed in you too Ray, but the rice has become porridge. Maybe this is how God brings you together." Mr. Luthfi added, making me even more hysterical. While Mr. Rayyan was still bowed in silence. He seems to be more able to control his emotions. He is 7 years older than me.

Seeing me never calm down, the village ma'am embraced me, invited me into the room I was in praying Isya earlier. He sat me on the bed, rubbing my shoulders gently.

"Prophe neng, God willing, he is the right person whom God chooses to eat."

I kept quiet and didn't answer.

From inside the room I heard vaguely like a middle man reciting ijab qobul like in a series that is usually watched by Mommy, if it is not the wrong title Azab. Fix, exactly with my story because alone in a deserted place a child was forcibly married!

I accept the marriage of Shafa Azura bint Harsha Juniawan with a dowry of one million hundred thousand rupiah paid in cash!

Her voice so loudly echoed in the room and followed by the word "SAH" simultaneously made me realize that I am no longer a single woman but a wife. What kind of marriage is this that has absolutely no love in it!

My tears were unceasingly sliding free from my eyelids. I think I just want to die. My life is ruined.

Chequek, czech,

The sound of the door opening. Daddy and Mr. Rayyan went inside.

Mr. Rayyan approached me who was sitting with a blank look at the edge of the bed.

"Here, the dowry I gave you. Take it!" He gave me a white envelope.

"No, Thanks!" I said as I brushed his hand off, making the envelope fall on the floor.

"DAVE!!!" Jerky Daddy.

"What Dad?.. What's?" My challenge.

"You-----"

"Let me sir" said the new husband in his calm style. I wonder it's the same new husband, the face of the plate. There are no sorrows, not rich me whose eyes are as moist, red nose rich in boiled crabs.

Daddy immediately left the room that the village maam was following behind him. Now we both live in that room.

I saw Mr. Rayyan crouching down to pick up the envelope I had patted earlier. Then he sat down quietly next to me.

"I know you're angry, I'm the same! feel what you feel. But it's all happened. Maybe this is part of the destiny that God has laid out for us. And this---" He forcibly placed the envelope in my hand.

"This is the dowry that I give you, for you are halalkanized to me and vice versa. So take what is rightfully yours. It's up to you to do what's important you've received" he said.

"We have to.hiks..hiks..." I dare not look him in the face.

"We're talking about this at home. I want to go back to Jakarta. If you want to stay here please!" Flat talk. Without sin, he walked out of the room. Soon I followed him, it was good to play staying. Husband is not responsible.

I don't see Daddy or Mr. Luthfi. It seems they deliberately left us both. Look out Daddy, I'm gonna throw it all over Mommy. Daddy and Mr. Luthfi must have deliberately followed the will of the citizens for our marriage so that they can be besanan. It's only right from the moment I came to see them playing code.

I got in the car immediately following Rayyan. Daddy really could leave this girl. Daddy and Mr. Luthfi left early in Daddy's car. So I have no choice but to be with Rayyan.

All along the way, only the sound of the car engine was heard. I was tapping my index finger on my forehead, I was brainwashing how I got out of this marriage.

AHA..?! I got a brilliant idea. I improved my sitting position to make it more comfortable to talk.

"No! Dating is haram." The answer is still to focus on driving.

Duh, this is a new husband the answer makes my heart break. Gini day without a girlfriend? Go to the sea there.

"Emmm... Sir-----"

"From now on call me Mas" he said

Mas's? Not really cool, ntar in the sangkanya mas-mas meatballs again. But, what do I care?

"Ummm... Mas, how if we make a deal, we will both know if this marriage is not our desire, but because the situation is better we make a deal so that it is equally good." My words are full of spirit.

"You think we live in a world of novels, or soap operas? ck!"

" It's not so gini loh mas----"

Eh I haven't been able to explain, he's playing cut as he pleased.

"I married you because I had to. But that doesn't mean we can play this wedding all we want. For in God's eyes our marriage remains holy. After the contract, you will be entirely my responsibility and your sin will be my sin as well. Like it or not that's Shafa's reality."

I swear by what? this is my new husband I'm talking about. Uh, I forgot my Cairo doctor, so if that's the case, he must have been very understanding.

"Yes, how now? I'm not ready for all this. We don't love each other, do we? what is this marriage for. Mending now you're cutting me off!" I said that I could no longer hold everything.

Ciiit.....

He suddenly braked his car making me jerk.

"Close your mouth! Never say those words in front of me!" The impact, it makes me a hanger. The fierce side of the husband slowly began to appear. He looked at me with his sharp gaze. I shuddered, lest he suddenly strangle me or mutilate me or rape me..Aaahhh mending I shut up. What dreams do I God have a fierce husband like this. Just an hour I was his wife already playing snapped. How about a week? Or a month? Maybe my life won't last a year.

After the incident snapped earlier the atmosphere returned to silence. I dare not open my voice. At this time our car has entered the capital area which is crowded with all the hustle and bustle.

"What do you want to eat?" Said suddenly.

I stared at him, he stared at me. Our gazes meet each other.Deg...

"Whatever" I answered lazily. My appetite suddenly disappeared.

He stopped the car at a restaurant.

"Down!" he said, opening the car door next to me.

It was angry, now it's fine. Are you bipolar? My mind followed him behind.

"What do you want to eat?" ask her while turning over the menu book.

"Whatever you want" I said briefly. You see if I talk at length ntar in snapped again. I hate being snapped the most. I want him to be loved, but not the same as him.

Before long, a waiter came to serve our food. There is no conversation during our meal, which is heard only the sound of a spoon clashing with a plate.

"Shafa" called him after finishing the delayed dinner.

"Yes mas" Looks like my tongue is getting used to calling him mas.

"I know it's hard, but can we try to live it in the way God has laid out for us? Even if in the future it turns out we are not fooled, God willing I sincerely. Let us live this destiny as sincerely as we can. I won't force you to carry out your duties like any other wife." Her speech. If you think about it right, too. Because we are married, we do not want to be lived. What business will it be, it was thought back.

"Well, Mas, but....for a while can we keep this marriage a secret?" Ask doubt.

He didn't answer, but from his gaze I could understand he needed a reason.

"emmmm. because it's too fast for me. I have a boyfriend and I need time to accept all of this. Until I'm ready, can we keep everything a secret?" I said with a pleading look.

He thought for a moment before deciding.

"Alright, I also have to finish some things" he said agreeing.

"Thank you" At least I'll be safe for a while.

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