I'm the One You're wasting
Day H (Witma)

The long-awaited day has come the day that Witma will give up her widowhood for good. "Bismillah, God knows better what the way of life of his servant is like and how then will I hand over all of this to You The owner of the universe," said Witma while wearing her veil after her face was a little polish using makeup thinly. "Mother, your son is getting married for the second time. I hope Mom will approve of it," she murmured softly as she stared at the photo of Ratih in front of her dresser. "May the mother up there not be disappointed with my decision, for she has chosen to marry a man whom I do not know at all."

Without realizing it, a clear circle just dripped from both corners of his eyes. The tightness in his chest becomes more so when he remembers how his mother was so happy when she and Reka were getting married. However, for this time there is only Tami and Furqon who will accompany him without a mother figure like before when he married Reka. "Don't shake the heart of my servant, O God, please strengthen by convincing my servant that the soul mate is a reflection of our self that You have sent down for the servant." He looked at himself through the mirror reflection at that moment as well he felt this was not like himself wearing a robe-shaped kebaya plain white and equipped with a pearl-like decoration near his neck he was seen so elegant.

(Photo by google).

Suddenly the sound of knocking on the door made him turn his head, look Furqon was very neat with his suit that was standing in the doorway.

"Are you ready? If it's ready let's just leave now, because our pickup car has come from earlier and is currently in front." Furqon asked Witma if it was ready because the pickup car from the male buyer had arrived.

"Yes Brother, I am ready," replied Witma in a soft voice. "But wait, where's Tami?" He asked the whereabouts of his sister because he had not seen her.

"Tami's in the car, you don't have to worry about him missing" Furqon replied to Witma. "Sister wait for you in mo–"

"We both got in the car, Kak," cut Witma because he wanted to get the wedding to be over even though there was no reception. However, before that he had time to wipe his tears that had used a tissue. "This is a happy tear, Brother, because soon Brother, who is always troublesome and troublesome, will marry again for the second time" he continued.

Furqon. "Sister never felt that you were troublesome let alone troublesome so, don't think so," Furqon replied chiming in Witma's words. "Then come on, pity the driver for waiting for us for so long."

Witma nodded in response to Furqon.

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"Where is the male prospect, Mr Furqon?" The ruler asked when he saw that there was only Witma sitting in front of him at this moment.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Penghulu, maybe my prospective brother-in-law is on his way here." Furqon answered so that some of the people present as witnesses were not dispersed because it had been half an hour since they were all waiting.

While Witma began to feel anxious, she thought that this marriage would definitely fail because her prospective male buyers until now had not come as well. "Oh Allah, why is this good intention always there is drama of prospective male buyers late coming or even deliberately not coming because they want to avoid this marriage?" he asked in his mind. "Is it possible too? He just realized that this will be married to a widow, so he changed his mind and canceled all this," he continued.

"Yes, it's true what Kak Furqon said," said Tami from the side chimed. "So don't think bad in a moment, surely the future sister-in-law will come." He also tried to make Witma's heart to be calm.

"How is Mr Furqon? I also have a show somewhere else." The ruler suddenly said so that it made Witma feel unsettled. "If you know it will be late this way, I better go there first," said the penghulu because he felt he had waited too long.

"In a moment sir, surely he'll dat–"

"Assalamualaikum, sorry was on the road jammed so I was late," said someone cutting Furqon's sentence.

All who were there immediately answered the greeting of the man who would become Witma's husband. "Getishalight." They all also became relieved when they saw a man who was so handsome using a white suit the same as the color of the dress kebaya gamis worn by Witma today.

Witma immediately looked down he did not dare to raise his face what else glanced at the man who would be his life companion. "Goodbye to the past, may you not follow in my footsteps" he said.

"I once again apologize, for everything else for the family of prospective female buyers and also for Mr. Penghulu. On the road was really jammed so I could be late until now." The man came alone with no family to accompany him.

Witma stared as she realized that the male voice was no stranger to her sense of hearing.

"Like Arash's voice, but there's no way he's?"

"Is this because I feel so indebted to him that the voice of my own future husband I hear it is like the voice of Arash's brother?"

"What's wrong with me, why think of other men? When I'll soon be holding the status of a wife."

"O Allah, forgive this servant who is still thinking of other men. Please b*nuh only the taste that had grown in this heart." He just kept muttering in his mind.

"Well, before we start, there are some things I need to ask" said the preacher breaking the silence. "The groom please sit next to the woman's shop" he said.

As the man sat down next to her, Witma looked down even more. However, again there are those who displace the sense of smell. "This perfume also smells very familiar, but .. is not in this world only Arash's brother who has the perfume?"