HIDAYAH
22. The Flash Back Part 6

Bissmillah.

Sorry if I can't be crazy up. Writing this story is not as easy as writing another story. Thanks to the source story. And the senior authors who always supported me, and criticized my writing.

Juskelapa

Gallon

Chida

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"To cry out for a fault can abort many faults (sins) as the wind can remove dry leaves."

"But this time we cry not because of sin, but because of the greatness of God. It is a heart that Allah has prepared to glorify Islam."

A piece of tauziyah from Kyai Sepuh, which so pierced into the recesses of the heart.

The event ended with Alhamdulillah. Then we all said goodbye, Bang Ito and I went straight to the pre-wedding court office at the registered office.

Three young couples are also getting married. And we were all in court together.

The trial was until the afternoon, tiredness spread. The thumping sensation during the trial was still not lost. An easy but difficult question to answer. It makes the mind and heart tired.

But we've all been through, now we're walking home. But before that Abang Ito had invited me to pray Ashar for the first time in a mosque, the edge of the mesh that we passed.

"Later if Anin has not slept, pray magribnya same Mama aja yes! Brother take Anin out for a second !" my brother and I just smiled.

Arriving at Abang's house, I saw Anin playing with the nieces of Mama Ajeng. The six of them were playing Patok Lele.

"Nin, let's put it on. Watch out for losing again," I saw Bayu's niece Mama Ajeng exclaiming.

All laughed cheerfully, especially Anin who rarely played with her age if on the plantation. The lack of population and distance, making Anin difficult to play together unless met at school.

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At nightfall, we all gathered in the living room together with a snack of boiled beans and fried bananas. Anin was asleep because of fatigue, while Abang Ito was ready to go to night service. Tonight Anin and I slept in Brother's room, and Anin I saw that he had mastered the single mattress.

"Let's pray Isya, the room is closed! Anin' it cleared?" ask Papa, and I just nodded.

This was my first prayer with my future husband's family. If that was my first prayer with my house's presidential candidate

Today is the day when all my prayers will be my first.

"Yunar, do not need to read what the intention is to use Indonesian in the heart. I intend to pray four prayers of worship because of Allah. That's enough. Learn slowly. Tomorrow we can pray at dawn also congregate," said Papa softly.

When the prayer takes place, I do not feel my tears continue to drip until the end of prayer, namely greetings. I don't know what triggers this heart to shake violently.

Everyone smiled at me, let alone Bang Ito. He rubbed my tears ever more.

"This is called Faith Cay, it was not as good as this. All of these things only you can feel. And all this is directly from Allah" Bang Ito said happily.

Suddenly Mama Ajeng hugged me, I felt her body tremble violently. I felt it crying too.

"Patience son, we will lead you together towards Him. In two weeks you will be our child in this family" said Mama Ajeng.

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After the dress-fiting event with Mama Ajeng, we went to pick up the wedding ring. Plain ring with our name engraved inside.

"Yunar, in Islam men are forbidden to wear gold, this ring is only a symbol only according to your request. Tito ring you keep it or you wear both. Mama bought you a necklace, right? Later you can make the ring as a necklace toy only !"

"No need Ma, just wear this necklace!" my sergeant's fast

"Easy! consider this a gift from Mama, do not refuse. What model do you like? Choose aja? Ato Mama's chosen one?"

I resigned, rejected even Mama Ajeng definitely more forcing.

"Try this one, it doesn't fit your neck?"

"Ma, this is expensive. Ordinary gold necklace that's UBS,"

"Have no objection, let it be the same with Shanti!"

After choosing the right necklace size, and Mama also completed the payment.

"This is Yunar's necklace, the ring that Mama brought!"

Arriving at home it turns out Bang Ito has been neat. Though I thought he was still sleeping, because it had only arrived home at six this morning.

"It's all over, back now what's tomorrow?"

"Now yes! It's only 2 days,"

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Two weeks have passed, the pingitan event was not terelakan. No communication as usual. I was busy with souvernir business, I chose a wooden keychain with paint spet compressor as a memento of our wedding.

While Mama has been busy with the affairs of pastries where cakes are also abundant. Apart from being a dish at guest tables. This cake is also wrapped to be brought home to visitors. But different for guests whose notes are tops or higher ups, in addition to cakes there is also a box of rice.

But such guests come in a predetermined jam. And for the guests of the groom's family only until the event of his hijab only.

By wearing white kebaya with sequins full of tmrambut neatly, it is ready. I saw myself from the reflection of the mirror, I felt something was lacking. I didn't close my head.

Actually, my brother's family wanted me to wear the hijab, but things weren't supportive. So we chose the kebaya shirt with the top almost covered.

And no less resourceful, by pretending to be stupid Abang Ito draped a long scarf that we had used as a head covering with the ijab ceremony.

The event continued until nightfall, all guests from all corners came. This is how life is in the village, especially in the mountains. Although far away they all flocked to come, in this happy event.

Right now that the two of you are already in the room, I cleaned up the rest of the makeup. And Brother Ito took off his clothes, changed with traning pants and a t-shirt. Then come out with a towel.

The bathroom is located in the back close to the kitchen. It's an official house so there's no bathroom.

Ito's brother was in my house for a week. After that we went down to the city together with the big family and the close neighbors. At home Papa will also be held a reception event, although Brother's son, Mama Ajeng does not want to lose this moment.

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Two more days we'll all be down. And I will be handed over to the men. Because from the beginning you will take me along wherever you are on duty.

Tonight I am getting ready to pray Isya, as long as we are married Brother always invite me to congregate. Although hiding, there is a sense of wastage when going to pray. But a sense of relief and peace after living it.

As soon as I took ablution, I entered the room with my sandals from the bathroom. I saw Mama and Dad in the middle room, watching Tivi.

"Ma, Pa! Yunar same brother rest first yes," I said, then I left them.

We are also ready to pray.

Brakkkk

The door opened, Mama stood there with Dad, with a look of disbelief. They saw me wearing a mukena canal.

"So you've been stepping over our words as your parents Nar. Is this what we taught you?"

"Sorry Ma, this is all my fault. I forced Yunar. Say.." replied Brother who was immediately cut by Mama

"Let Yunar answer, however I will not blame others before I know the answer from my own child" she said. And Brother like impaled because of the words of Mama who considers Brother as someone else, so clearly visible on his face.

"Ma, sorry Yunar was wrong. This is all Yunar and Abang's wish to fulfill. Yun..."

"Give Mama a reasonable reason why you defected from your Savior!!" sue Mama.

"Ma, Yunar feels more calm when in the cottage environment. But Yunar always fretted when she went to church. Yunar was not comfortable there, Yunar was also confused by the Apostolic Creed that we always pledge. God is one but why does the God we want to die and sit at the right hand of God the Father. Even Yunar sought answers to the priests. Their answers all hang Ma! Forgive Yun.." I insisted, but could not continue my words.

"Bring your wife out of this house now, she is your right and duty. We do not ask for the gratitude of everything we have given. It is our responsibility as parents. But by stepping over us like this, it already shows how he shows his attitude" Mama said.

I was still on the floor, apologizing but Mama was really angry.

"Go, son, I'll calm your mama down here. I don't blame anyone for this. I know your choice because there's love in your heart."

"This brings all your learning, you prefer others to us your parents. You have even gone to the cottage, as long as you are still my responsibility," said Mama by offering a green map containing all my school diplomas.

"Ma, forgive Yunar. Yunar was wrong Ma," I sobbed.

"Go, sorry will not return everything as before," continued Mama as she passed away from us.

That night we also left the house. With tears we get into the car that was deliberately left by Papa for the ceremony, but all turned into a boyongan event.

Although there is not much we bring, but this departure will certainly be long. And need extra struggle again seduce Mama.

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The strongest man is not the one who always wins in everything, but the one who stays strong when others fall.

when we are the Istiqamah...

that doesn't mean we can't be tired..

Istiqamah teaches that we should not give up...

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...“And there is no provision worthy of the people in this hard and terrible way except the soul of faith, honest determination, sacrificial indulgence and the courage to take risks. And without this all your movements will be defeated and failure to be friends in you who are migrating”...

(Message of Hal Nahnu Qoumun Amaliyun)