God's Choice of Mate
Meet Abah

"You have an event what the hell is Qis, kok on new nyari gamis" asked Shafa. This morning he was walking in the market with Bilqis and Mbak Nurul. Almost a month here, Shafa had already gotten used to setting foot in the market. If he previously shopped at the Mall or boutique, then now the story is different.

"3 more days of pesantren kak milad event" replied Bilqis while choosing a standing khimar.

"Millad? A kind of scare?" Taanya Shafa, who is not familiar with the term.

"Milad's Neng's birthday. The santri will perform Sholawat, qasidah tambana and others, so we are prepared because there will be many guests present" explained Nurul. Shafa is just a mangosteen.

Mbak Nurul is like a big brother to Shafa. Although his age is only 3 years, but Mbak Nurul is so mature and patient.

"Well that's good Qis, then the brother will be dandanin deh let more beautiful" said Shafa while pointing to a set of peach-colored gamis.

"Babah, can not be tabaruj kak. Because it can invite the lust of men who see" Reply Bilqis who makes Shafa stupefied.

"That's what else Qis is?" Shafa asked confusedly.

"Tabaruj is dressing up. The word abah woman should not be excessive grooming except in front of her husband sis." Bilqis.

Abah is really great. A boy this age knows that. May my son be like Bilqis.

"This is brapa mbak?" Tanya Nurul to the seller of the game.

"Five ratua twenty thousand decks." Said the seller.

"Can't it be less mbak"? Mbak Nurul tried to bargain.

"No way, this is good material and the latest model." Said the seller.

"We move to another seller yuk kak, this is very expensive" whispered Bilqis.

"Sir, I take that one yes!" Said Shafa pointing gamiss peach selected Bilqis earlier.

"Lho brother? Why are they bought. That's expensive, brother." Bilqis.

"No papa Qis, just think of it as a memento from brother." Shafa was shocked to see the teenager.

"Thank you, Shafa." Bilqis hugged Shafa happily.

After they finished shopping for clothes they prepared to return to the boarding school. Not only Bilqis and Mbak Nurul, Shafa also bought a long colored robe similar to Nurul's. He plans to wear it at the Milad pesantren event.

"Sir, stop at the fruit shop for a second huh." Said Shafa to the pesantren driver.

"Switch Ma'am!" Say it politely.

"Neng Shafa wants to buy some fruit?" Ask Mbak Nurul.

"She, I want to make Strawberry pudding. It feels like I haven't eaten Strawberries in a long time" said Shafa, who suddenly wants his favorite fruit.

"Later Bilqis help ya sis" said Bilqis enthusiastically.

Shafa also bought 2 kg of strawberries. Arriving at home he immediately cleaned the fruits. They both make Strawberry pudding which used to always be a food that Rayyan likes.

"Sir, why cry?" Ask Bilqis. Shafa immediately wiped the tears that accidentally fell.

"No papa Qis, you only remember one person. There used to be people who didn't like to eat sweet food, but right sister made this, even in the end of everything." Shafa, remembering Rayyan.

"Oh... Must be his father's baby grandpa, brother?" Guess Bilqis.

Shafa nodded.

"Yes, let's continue, brother. Maybe the baby's grandpa's missing the same father's sister." Said Bilqis while stirring the mixture of other ingredients.

Do you really miss your dad, son? Mommy's missing too. But, does your father still remember us? Maybe now he's happy with Hana.

After finishing making the pudding, Shafa and Bilqis prepared to head for the princess cottage. Today is National libir day so Bilqis can accompany Shafa since morning. Usually if Bilqis goes to school, Shafa will only be at home with Umi, learning about things he does not yet know. Or if not, he will take a walk to the princess cottage with the santri builders like mbak Nurul.

There were a lot of positive things he did while he was at the cottage. The Quran is also very good. Shafaa also learned to memorize letters that were in Juz 30 and some surahs such as Al-Mulk and Ar-Rahman. He also read the Surahs of Joseph and Mary. Abah and Umi always teach good practices to be done by women who are pregnant.

"Assalamualaikum mang, sir kyai is there?" Ask the pesantren driver who was passing in the yard.

"Waalaikum salam mas, Abah was inside, just now from the mosque" he replied politely.

Rayyan immediately headed for the main house. After a few words, Salam finally came out of the house.

"God, Rayyan. Come on, come on in" Welcome. Rayyan greeted Mr. Kyai and entered his living room.

"I'm sorry, I came without first telling Bah" Rayyan told the man who has been his teacher for almost 10 years.

"It's okay, you came by yourself? Why don't you bring your wife here?" Ask abah. Rayyan's face became sad.

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"Is there any more trouble with your wife, son? You still haven't managed to persuade her? Ask abah. He was so sensitive, immediately knowing that Rayyan was having problems.

"Not that abah, Rayyan's already managed to persuade her but--" He hung up his remarks. I don't know where to start telling you.

"But why Son?" Ask abah.

Rayyan closed her eyes for a moment. Calms heart. He began to tell stories from the beginning of Shafa angry at aunty Lilis and Yola, the arrival of Hana, until when they quarreled and Shafa left without bringing anything.

Abah listened carefully to Rayyan's story and tried to pull the red thread from her speech.

"I've been looking everywhere, you know, I've paid people to find her, but her whereabouts are completely unknown. I should how's abah?" Rayyan asked who could not hide her hardship.

"Insha Allah your wife is fine. Be assured that there is a God who will guard her." Abah.

"In every household, the test must be Son, and the key to the main of the household is trust and mutual openness to the couple. Never hide something that eventually boomerangs for your life. And your Household. And no matter how angry you are, never hurt your wife's body, son. Because the woman is like a crooked rib. If you're too hard, it'll break." Abah. Regret is so visible on Rayyan's face.

"Ummi" Call abah at ummi who is in the middle room.

"Yes bah, what's wrong?" Answer umi.

"Is Bilqis still in the princess' cottage?" Ask abah.

"Well, they are training for the Milad pesantren event" replied Ummi.

"Oh yes mi, please bring a cake made by Bilqis and her brother earlier" Pinta abah.

"Son Rayyan. Abah just wanted to send you one message. When your wife comes back. Pl-please...Please take good care of him. Never hurt her as much as you can, keep your hands from touching her. For the wife is the perfector of the religion of the husband, the field of reward and the source of happiness of the life of the son. Never stop asking God to find you soon." Abah.

"Insha Allah abah."

"Please Nak Rayyan, this was Bilqis who learned to make it" Umi said while serving Strawberry pudding on the table.

"Let's try it, made by my granddaughter" said Abah.

Rayyan took a piece of pudding, placed it on a plate. When he ate it, his eyes suddenly glazed over.

"What's up, son? does it taste bad?" Abah asked who saw Rayyan looking very sad.

"No, this is... Exactly the same thing Shafa often does for me" he said.

Abah smiled, patting Rayyan on the shoulder.

"There are 3 more days here with your parents" said Abah.

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