Istikharah Unites Us
My Happiness

A month later....

The sacrifice of a mother I will never forget. In the past few days, Mom and Bi Risa (Mother's Sister) went to spread out an invitation to ride a motorcycle.

They went to their hometown to tell my Uncle and Aunt this happy news.

Kampung Haman Ibu still includes remote areas. The road is not yet asphalt. The road is still brownish-yellow soil.

There are only some roads that have been given gravel so as not to be slippery when it rains.

At that time, Mother and Bi Risa went both to the hometown. I'm at home guarding the kiosk. The day looks unfriendly, because it was a cloudy day. Black clouds covered the sky.

But Mother and Bi Risa still decided to leave, the time taken to get there is about 2 hours drive. It is a 4 hour drive home and away.

When Mom and Bi Risa were on the way, it suddenly rained. Eventually the road became slippery. That's why Mom's motorcycle tire slipped, until finally Mom and Bi Risa fell down.

After finishing informing the whole family, Mother and Bi Risa decided to go home even though the day was still drizzling. Because the clock is five o'clock in the afternoon. Mother and Bi Risa are afraid that if it is dark but has not yet reached our house, there may be a trip or bad people.

On the way home, the road was still slippery. Finally Mom lost control while on the climb, it made Mom and Bi Risa fall again.

The next day, Bi Risa caught a cold and could not accompany Mom to spread the invitation around the housing where we lived.

I know, Mom must still be feeling really tired. I'm also sure Mom's leg must still be sore after falling twice with Bi Risa. But Mother remained determined to spread the invitation to our neighbors around this housing estate, because the date of the wedding party was getting closer.

I felt a little sorry for agreeing the distance between the proposal and getting married was only one month. That's what makes you a veteran.

Finally, Mom fell again for the third time off the motorcycle. After Mom came home, Mom called the prick.

As for me, there is no rain play and no rain water. Suddenly I became ill. I had fever, lack of blood, diarrhea and vomiting, my body felt very weak. Mom said that I had a bride.

My mother took me to the midwife, and for three consecutive days I was sick, I had been injected three times. Midwife suggested that I be infused, but Mom refused. Mom wants to take me home. I followed my mother's will.

Thank goodness we have a very good environment. She is the husband of Ms. Asma, a Ustadz. Mr. Ridwan helped Mother take care of the letters related to KUA. Mr. Ridwan is also a witness of marriage from the female side.

Today I booked two rooms for the Bang Rizky family. They will stay at the inn closest to our house. Because tomorrow at 10:00AM we have to gather at the mosque to carry out the Qobul Ijab.

Hopefully tomorrow will go well, even though my body is still weak.

When Bang Rafli's family arrived, Mother immediately drove them to the inn. In order to rest.

The 02nd, a very historic date in my life. This morning I woke up from my sleep with no sleepiness left. As soon as I woke up, I felt refreshed.

After three injections and taking medication. Thank God in this H I feel better.

I immediately went to the bathroom and wudhu', then performed the two rakaat dawn prayer as usual. I offer the Khaliq a do'a, I ask Allah to make our affairs easier today.

Finally, I wear a wedding dress too. I wear white, white khimar, white gloves, white slayer veil and a crown. Makeup that is not too flashy makes me still look natural, I do prefer that. And now I feel like a princess, hehe.

At 09:44AM Mea picked me up in my room and took me to the car. We hurried to the mosque.

When we arrived at the mosque, there Dad was waiting with the ruler and Mr. Ridwan.

As I Wanted, Bang Rizky setor memorized Surah Al-Ikhlas three times first and then held my father's hand.

When the witnesses said the word "SAH" simultaneously, we became husband and wife. We have entered into a relationship that is halal and abundant in rewards.

But I felt a little disappointed after I found out that Dad came home after the marriage contract was over, he didn't come with us to the house for the reception. I don't know what's on his mind.

After arriving home, Bang Rafli and Kak Mea went to deliver the packaged rice to Dad's house. All of you picked up Farhan who was playing PlayStation at his grandfather's house. Because when Dad came home from the mosque, Farhan went with his grandfather.

As a new wife, I immediately served my husband. I went to the dinner table to get our dinner. Turns out Bang Rizky really likes to eat a plate with me his wife. In addition to its romantic effects, it is also a sunnah.

The resption event runs until 11:00PM. After that everyone outside immediately cleaned up the chairs and cutlery.

Tonight, for the first time I slept alone in a room with a man who was already my priest. He is the captain in the household whom I must obey every word. The Ridho of God is in his Ridhonya.

From now on I even have to number my mother, the mother who risked her life when she was going to give birth and take me to this world. Because it is the husband who becomes number one in a woman's life after having a wife.

That's why I have to be very careful when choosing a life partner. Although later I have to obey all her wishes, but she will not treat me like her slave.

After a three-day stay at Mother's house, finally Bang Rizky and I returned to Medan.

We were sent by Mom and Mom's brother, two cars. Arriving at the courtyard of Bang Rizky's house, I felt very shocked. "Is this a house or a palace? We didn't get in wrong, did we?" my heart wonders in my heart.

Now, the story of my new life is about to begin. Happy me? Or even suffer?