I'M A STATUE FOR YOU
FIRST MEETING AFTER LONG TIME NO SEE

FLASH BACK ON ARYA

"The little girl you always made to cry first. Grandson of the Fisherman who saved your brother while drowning in the sea."

"A' A' Alyn's. Did Alyndia mean Umi?...."

"Yes." Yeah."Umi. Why was my heart moved to hear the name of that crybaby girl as my soul mate. When I was a kid I liked it. But that was before. Now there is a saint who fills my heart.

"If you still doubt istikharah, let your heart be steady and unblemished. If necessary Istikharahkan also the Holy One, who Umi believes the result is bad. If you're Alyn the same, you still don't fit in. Find another girl of not Sacred origin. Point. The final decision cannot be disputed. Yes, Umi Prayer first." Umi patted my shoulder before leaving.

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Unmitigated I'm istikharah for 2 weeks. Weighing and thinking of making decisions for my future.

The three of us are in the living room.

I was in front of both my parents. Just to express my intentions I was nervous, my heart dag dug. Sweaty hands. Sweat on my forehead.

Abi and Umi frowned because they could not wait to hear my decision.

Breathe out.

"Huuuufffh...."

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim I'm willing to marry Alyn." Hah relieved it feels.

"Yyyyyyyyy." I was shocked to hear Umi's scream.

"Prok prok prok." Umi clapped her happy hands. He hugged me. Kissing my whole face even my nose. Didn't Umi overdo it.

And Abi he patted his eel seeing Umi's reaction. I smiled at the happiness of my parents.

A few days later we went to Alyn's parents' house. Brought a lot by for Alyn's family. Our car stopped in front of Alyn's yard. The house is so beautiful and simple.

The more I stepped closer to Alyn's house. I'm getting nervous. Walking is hard too. I'm very, very, very nervous.

Finally, my parents and I sat in the living room of Alyn's house.

"Alyn come out, son. Bring your future husband a drink."Abah.

Hearing Abah's words embarrassed me. Again my heart trembled. I was nervous to look down not daring to look up. My hands are covered in cold sweat. My heart was beating faster when I heard her footsteps. I'm tense. My heart, what's wrong with my heart?....

The girl sat next to Abah. I could see his legs but I didn't dare to raise my face. But I wonder what kind of little girl I always teased first?.What kind of girl do I always make cry because she is more attentive to my brother Arfa than I am.

I ventured to take a quick glance and then I lowered my head again.

"God's Masya... She's a sweet girl. She's gorgeous. More beautiful than Saints, just as Alyn would polish a little of her innocent face she would be very pretty." What's wrong with my heart? Why not stop rumbling.

I wait for my heart to regret. No. gabe. I have no regrets at all.

Both of our families spoke at length. Me and Alyn were quiet. I sometimes steal a look at the little girl I used to judge. She's sweet. I'm not tired of seeing it. He seemed embarrassed, he did not lift his face at all. Just twisting the circular ring around his ring finger.

I have strengthened my heart to go further.

Soon Abi and Umi return home. There is disappointment, there is dissatisfaction, there is a sense of heaviness, whether because of what? I was lucky to steal his picture on my phone.

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A month has passed. Umi intentionally sped up my wedding with Alyn out of fear that I would change my mind.

In the night, one day before I married Alyn. I went to my boyfriend to straighten things out.

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