Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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My name is Salsabila Azzahra. People usually call me Salsa or Bila. I'm a girl with two personalities. On the one hand, I am a cheerful person, especially in front of my friends and students. But, on the other hand, in my house, I was a loner. I'm a violent and dissident person, but really, that's not my nature. There is a reason behind my attitude.
Based on my hobbies, I spend my free time the same way you do, like all of you reading this. I love to read adult romance novels, play games, and also watch dramas, including dramas from outside countries. I also like music. I like to listen to songs in my room with a volume quite loud as long as the sound is not heard to the outside of the house. Because, I live in a boarding environment.
Weird, right? I, and my personality, am not like other Muslim girls who live and grow up in a boarding school. Again, I have reasons - reasons that you, even my own parents, are incapable of breaking.
Yep. I'm still a girl. Virgin. 24 years. Exactly one month ago it was 24 years old. Still young, right? Of course it's a very young age. But, for friends my age, they often get upset because they think it's age on the doorstep. Approaching the age of a quarter century. If I am, I am calm with my age. I have nothing to worry about with that number. I tend to be indifferent. To me numbers are not a guarantee of one's happiness. Feeling happy at what age, it depends on the owner's age itself. So, yep, I just feel like I'm having fun.
The ones who like to fuss are even my parents. Especially dad. Kiai Muhammad Siddiq's. Abi I really love. He is a well-known kiai in Rembang Regency, Central Java.
Yeah, I know, my dad's acting so instead of being unreasonable. But, because he wanted me to get married quickly and he wanted to have a son-in-law who in fact was also an ustadz. Therefore he wants to match me with the son of his fellow kiai. Wh why? So that the pesantren he foster will have a successor that he can trust. Of course, he thinks it's also for my own good. If you have an ustadz husband, of course this girl will be guided to become a godly person. More godly than I am now.
But I don't want to. I don't want to marry an ustadz. I don't want to continue living within the scope of the pesantren. And to be honest, I have my own trauma about a religious leader.
Honestly, I can not deny that around me the men mostly build a family by polygamy. It was as if it had become a tradition. Not all, but most of them are. Including Abi. Therefore, I do not want to be betrothed to an ustadz. I feared that my fate would be the same as my mother's: seemingly ordinary, but whose heart knew. As far as I know, since life was polygamous, the godly woman I called umi always woke up earlier and the night prayers were longer. Crying in his bow.
Oh my God, I imagined myself if I had the same fate: when I woke up in the middle of the night, but my husband was not by my side, but was on the other woman's side.
How bad that is. I don't want to be that lucky. Don't make. Don't let that happen to me.
I introduce myself further. I'm the kind of girl with a medium level character. Since my father was polygamous a few years ago, at which time I had just reached the age of puberty, had just entered Madrasah Tsanawiyah, school level as Junior High, I began to become a dissident person. I don't like Abi's decisions, no matter the reason. Especially if the reason was only because Umi was sick and her uterus was removed, and she could not give any more offspring to our family, I could not accept it. My heart aches because of my father's decision to remarry a younger woman. It hurt even more when my sister from another woman was born into the world. My first sister, a girl. He is now ten years old, fourteen years younger than me. And I still have a second sister who is five years old. And another, still a candidate, just two months in my stepmother's womb.
Oh, mercy...
What's wrong with thinking they're selfish? For the sake of the continuity of pesantren to have polygamy to print a generation of preachers who will continue their struggle in defending the religion of God? And, should they force me to marry a man who meets their criteria?
Why can't I decide for myself the course of my life and choose my own life partner? I'm entitled, aren't I?
Their selfish ways make me want to always be rebellious. As before, their desire to give birth to godly and godly offspring, even making their first child actually deflects themselves from what they expect.
"Abi has allowed you to choose your own way of life. You don't want to choose a religious education major, Abi allows. You want to go to school in the city, Abi also allows. Please, Nduk, now you follow Abi's request. Marry Ustadz Ilham. It's also for your own good. This Abi is old, Abi needs someone who can be trusted to help Abi take care of the boarding school."
Haduuuh. There is no stopping it traverses me with words like terror. I feel like I'd like to rewind my age, if only I could.
Argha! Why am I in such a medium character? Should be, if you want to be naughty and become a dissident, do not giggle. Stop by guys!
But I can't be the cause of Umi suffering more and more inwardly if I do that. I can't bear to. Umi was getting old and began to complain about her health. But I also don't want to be betrothed, especially with an ustadz. Why don't they understand that?
Besides, I have someone I love. Mas Imam's. The owner of the workshop which is located not far from the High School where I teach. We are close, but not in a relationship. Just to know the same knows that we have the same feelings. Mas Imam had good intentions to marry me, but only one obstacle: the blessing of our parents.
Nope. Not because her parents don't like me. However, they did not allow Mas Imam to marry before his two brothers and one sister married first. Imam was the youngest of four children. She's 26 now, and I don't know when her sisters are getting married. It could be a year, two years, or more than five years. Busyet, I can reach head three. Hicks!
Not to mention the next obstacle, about the blessing of Abi which I also did not get.
Equally, Abi did not dislike Mas Imam. He doesn't hate it at all. But. the reason he did not approve of us is: because in terms of religious knowledge, Mas Imam does not fit the criteria desired by Abi. Let alone to preach, perhaps, to be an imam of prayer in the mosque he was not qualified. But he's a good man. As long as he was close to me, he never did anything. He was polite to me.
Oh, my God, I'm so upset....
But I am afraid to pray istiqharah. I was afraid to imagine that Mas Imam was not my soul mate.
I loved her....