God's Choice of Mate
Honeymoon

Let's say we're on a honeymoon. Walking together down the road filled with shady trees like young people who are drunk in love. But don't expect you to find that here. Young people here are not the same as in Jakarta who are free to join hands, hug and even kiss wherever they like. Here they are more keeping the adab which is regulated by the local government regulation.

After the Ashar prayer I and Ray mas out of the hotel to take a walk to enjoy the afternoon atmosphere in the city of Aceh earth mecca portico. We intend to go to some iconic places in Aceh such as the Baiturrahman Grand Mosque and Tsunami museum. The distance between the hotels we stayed was not too far from the place. So it is very easy to reach with a lot of transportation found around.

"Mas has been here a lot, hasn't he?"

"Ga is also only a few times" he replied. Quickly, how does he seem to have memorized the streets here.

"Where are you going?" My toot. We are currently sitting on a wooden bench in a roadside park.

"You go to the Tsunami Museum, soon the invitation will come" he replied.

"Who picked me up?"Askaqua.

"Teman college first"

"Chick or boy?" I intimidate.

"Cowok babe...boy"

"Good!" Satisfied say. I'm not willing if there is another girl who deket mas Rayyan Shafa. Moreover, Acehnese women are sweet and sweet.

A white Toyota Rush stopped by the road not far from where we were sitting.

"Assalamualaikum ustad" said a man my age. How did he call him Ustad? Is my husband really this sad?

"Wa'alaikumsalam wr.wb" They shook hands with each other. The man cupped his hands greeting towards me. Fix, They are as diverse as the hands of the opposite sex.

"Yes, let ustadz go to the afternoon" he asked. Ray and I got into the car sitting in the back seat.

"Mas.... What's he called?" My whisper.

"Oh yes Mar, know this my wife her name is Shafa" said mas Ray. I just have his name, uh even known.

He glanced at the class of the windshield "Oh yes my name is Amar I was his guidance student ustad Zidane when in cairo" he replied.

"Call Shafa, we're like age" I replied.

"Ah, i.iya" he said awkwardly. There is something strange about me.

"Darling, how did he call him Ustad Zidane?" My toot.

"In Cairo they know Zidane not Rayyan" he said.

"Oh yeah, Amar has known Ray for a long time?" I asked the man who was holding the wheel I knew was named Amar.

"Thank God it's been a long time since I started going to college" he replied.

"Ish, don't call me brother ah, I feel old. How old are you?" Ask again.

"I'm only 24" he answered. My old age and you used to call me sister. Not behind the bang?

"Well, that's your old age, I should have called you brother" my protest. Mas Ray has given a code so that I can be quiet but I am not gubris. I found the most fun to meet new people let alone his acquaintance mas Ray. I can tell you a lot about Ray.

"Our father, I'm not good to call his wife Ustad Zidane by name" he said. Very polite gaes.

"It's up to you"

"I'm sorry Mar, my wife is a little chatty" said Mas Ray who immediately got a shot from my eyes. People just want acquaintances to say chatty.

"Mas uh, his own wife is very chatty" I said annoyed.

"Yes.no, but kasian Amarar if asked questions continue"

"It's good, isn't it Mar?" My toot. He would have said yes.

"Yes, brother ga papa" Reveal my guess.

"Eh Mar, Mas Ray how was it in Cairo?" I asked Amar.

"Goshea..." Ray re-opens the sound of warning.

"Eh..that's..are I so confused he replied? I saw his face look awkward.

"Jawab Mar, if you don't answer more questions later" said Ray mas who seemed desperate to stop me. I'm getting more excited.

"Emh...Ustad Zidane is good" he said briefly.

"Huh? is that Mar?" I asked as if demanding more answers from Amar. He even nodded. And Ray chuckled. It's hard to talk to them.

About 15 minutes drive we arrived at a large building called the Tsunami Museum. Inside there is a hallway that may be connected to each other. In this museum, we can watch a short film about the Tsunami in 2004 which successfully destroyed the city of Aceh. In this place there are also the names of people who became victims of the terrible tragedy that has claimed millions of lives. The name is on the walls of the museum.

I did not expect that Amar was one of the children who had to be orphaned because of the incident. After the Tsunami Museum, we stopped by a place like a residential area but uniquely there is a ship that looks perched on one of the roofs of the building. The ship was a ship that was stuck in one of the houses at the time of the Tsunami.

"Mar, Photoin yah" I handed my phone to Amar. And pulled Ray to take a picture together. At first, Ray refused because he was ashamed of Amar, but in the end he also receded.

We took pictures with several styles such as holding hands hugging each other and there are also photos of us laughing at each other. I also had a photo with a mother who was also a Tsunami survivor because the ship was stuck on the roof of her neighbor's house. I had a little chat with my mother who was called Wak, she gave me a small bottle of honey. He said honey is good for couples who want a baby. Alhamdulillah O Allah Rizqi the wife of sholeh.hihi.

After that place we immediately headed to the main destination of the city of Aceh, the Baiturrahman mosque. Once you arrive at the mosque yard, it feels comfortable and calm starting to feel. I saw a lot of Muslim women gathering in small groups. Said Ray they were having a science fair. I don't understand that. I also took the time to take pictures and take selfies. Because it has entered magrib time we finally pray magrib in this mosque. I joined the female shaf while Ray was in the male Shaf which was quite far away from me.

After finishing our prayers, the three of us ate dinner and took time to enjoy drinks and snacks typical of Aceh, namely tarik tea and Martabak Aceh. The three of us were in a long chat around the city of Aceh and all its uniqueness

I don't think time has shown at half-nine in the evening. After the Isya prayer we decided to return to the hotel. It feels quite satisfied to be able to enjoy the day with Mas Ray. Although short but effective.

Once I got to the hotel I immediately cleaned myself, so did Ray. He has changed his shirt with a shirt and shorts. I also wear my short sleep dress which definitely exposes my chest and thighs. This is the most comfortable clothing when sleeping.

"Sadly I was in this chair like the time on the ship earlier, he said good for another pregnant program" said I while showing a small bottle of Wak giving earlier. We did not delay to have children, but we also have not had time to consult a doctor. Let everything flow as it is.

"Try me to see"

I gave the bottle to Rayyan. He opened it and smelled it.

"It's honey. Take a spoon!" His order. I also took a spoon located on top of the cup. I saw Ray pouring the honey into the spoon carefully.

"Open your mouth, read the bismillah" he said as he fed a spoonful of honey.

"humm... sweet" I said, enjoying the legit sensation in my mouth.

"Replace!" Ray handed me the honey bottle. I poured it into a spoon and fed it. Hopefully after this our desire to have a new family member can be realized.

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Honeymoon to Aceh🤗 😍