Let go of me
Wedding day
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Hi-Hi all, acquaintances with Author Nayla and also this spare change that is still in the learning stage. Hmm... originated from the hobby of reading, the end of his author try to string the word into sentences hoping all who stop by are interested and get inspiration from all these stories.
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Today is my wedding day. Yes, it is more appropriate that marriage is in a forced state. I married a man of my mother's choice. I don't love him, and I'm sure he does too.
However, I still approve of this marriage, because it has become the decision of Mother. I hope that my choice is the best for me.
Her marriage was simple, because I wanted it. For me, holding a big event is just a waste and has no benefit.
Although only attended by a few people, but the event took place with wisdom.
" *Oh Allah, the Servant accepts this with sincerity because of worship. Give the servant guidance, strength and also keik**review in living all the destinies that You have outlined* ".
The prayer I prayed in my heart until the word "Saw " echoed in the room where the event took place.
Yes, now my status has changed to that of a wife. No longer the girl who always spoiled on her Mother. A wife who has to serve her husband. Bless her, accompany her both joy and sorrow. But one question that came to my mind was whether I was ready and able to do it.
I accepted him, his advantages and disadvantages when "He "first made a sacred promise, and was answered legitimately by the guests present at our event.
There's no word back again after this, I just hope Mom's choice is the best. Hopefully, "He's "not a piece of ice, or even a mean guy like the one in the movie I've been watching a lot, or even in the novel I've been reading a lot.
Today is my wedding day, and also my last day at my mother's house, because today I have to follow where my husband will take me. What I regret is I can no longer take care of my mother, hearing her stories when I want to sleep, no more stroking my head when I'm sad, all that will make me miss her so much.
" GOOD REGARDS TO ALL THE MOTHERS OF THIS WORLD "
After the event was over and the guests returned to their places, each of us said goodbye to Mother because my husband still has important work, she said, which can not be delayed anymore. I saw Mom seem to take pains to cover up her grief. But I know that Mom is very sad, because we have always been together, never apart for a long time.
Taking a tiring journey, I finally set foot in the big city. The city that has only been in my imagination, later when I grow up and have enough money then I will bring Mother to walk the road to the big city, that was my dream in childhood.
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I stepped my feet into the courtyard of a very magnificent house in my opinion. Various do'a and hopes I put there.
" O God, may this house bring me blessings and happiness. And kept away from in-laws and fierce brothers, as in soap operas. "
The prayer I say may sound funny to others
My footsteps led me into a very large room. The room was dark, at first glance the room was like there was no sign of life there.
Asrul Yabintang, Yes that's his name. A rich man is the only bird news that I heard from the gossip of the mother of the neighboring mother in the village.
The man who is now legally my husband, my Imam, who will guide me to his Ridho, InshaAllah that is my greatest hope.
I stood there because I heard her voice that was so painful. It's not because of anything, since I was a child I never got such a loud sound. Mother always spoke softly to me, although sometimes I often made mistakes but she was still gentle with me.
" I want to rest Mas, I'm tired ". My answer is very tired. Not to mention I was drunk on the road, making my body feel weak.
" Who told you to do it ? There's still a lot of work waiting for you downstairs. You never think after marriage you'll have fun here, and be a mistress in this house. Your work is the same as the***** in this house.
" Replace your stupid clothes and go downstairs immediately. There is already Aunt Sri who will give you a uniform and show you a room. "
I followed all his words because "He "is my husband. His words are an order to me. I forced my steps down the stairs one by one to get to the ground floor even though my body felt tired.
" Aunty....!". Call me slowly.
" Yes Madam...!". Reply Aunt Sri kindly.
" There's no need to call her Madam, she's just like you. Show her all the work she has to do, make sure that she herself does it no one dares to help her "
Bibi Sri only looked confused and tried to understand her employer's words
" Oh yeah, I don't want to see anyone treat him differently. If that happens, then you are ready to be ready to leave here and stop with no honor, and no severance. "
His voice sounded terrible to me
Aunt Sri seems heavy hearted but she also did not dare to answer, not to mention finding a job for now is very difficult so she really needs her job now.
" It's okay Bi, just show me which one I have to do, as well as my room. Aunty doesn't need to feel uncomfortable or anything that's on me. "
Aunt took me to a room next to the kitchen, more precisely a warehouse of old unused goods. I tidied up all the things that were there and cleaned up the place so that it was worth occupying.
So also with all the work that I have to do, all I do with pleasure there is no disappointment in the heart because I am used to it at home. It's just that for now my body feels tired so just working a little I've been feeling tired for a long time.
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People say, Mother's Ridho is the Khaliq's ridho, Mother's wrath is also His wrath. So as much as possible appreciate the opinion of all mothers.
💞 Thanks to Nayla's friend who stopped by, don't forget to leave a trace of her yes, may be a blessing to everyone