Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Azka & Nisa or Azka & Najma?

Najmas

I went down the stairs with twisting rings pinned last night by her mother om Azka. I can hardly believe it, when will I get married to Azka?

Has Azka moved on from mom? Even your death is still in a matter of days.

My brain is still trying to think. For me, working on an algorithm like I'm finger-picking compared to thinking about this dizzying thing.

I faintly heard the aunt who was calling in the dapaur. His left hand held the phone, while his right hand was still struggling with the pan.

I overheard a bibik chat with....who is it? Maybe son.

"Yes neng, Mak must have come home because you were born. But now Mak belom's tea can be neng."

"......"

"Yes dear oruh neng. Not that , Mak just kunya ka non Nana tea. Mun Mak balik, non Nana jeng saha. "

"...."

"No, the late Bu Nisa has been good with our family."

"...."

"Yes, try later Mak persuaded. May non Nanaaj soon marry Azka sir. Let Mak spit-nepet nemenin you neng."

"....."

"Yes, inshaallah. Walaikumsalam."

Bibik continued his cooking activities.

"Non, you're awake. Have breakfast first."

"Sir, auntie wants to go home?"

"Yes non, sorry yes non. Bibik dilemma if rich is like this non."

"So calm baby, Nana can take care of herself."

"Not that non, according to the mandate of Ms. Anisa I have to make sure that non is married to Mr. Azka first. You see for mom, Azka sir is the right person to accompany non. God willing I come back here again, I will immortalize myself in the Non family. This time I have to go home. My daughter-in-law and future grandchild."

I took a deep breath.

"What does it take to get married?"

"What do you mean?"

"The documents, same procedure?"

"Oh, that. If you do not agree mah, then Mr. Azka who takes care of non. Don't take it easy."

"But ...Nana doesn't want a biker party."

"Miss...."

"Om Azka married Nana only because it meets the mandate of the mother.Indeed can ya bik, marriage without love?"

"Eh.Object do not despair so. Allah is the Reversal of the heart. It could be, after you're married even more sobriety each other."

"Huh? Aunt knows bucin too?"

"Or not."

"When do you predict the birth of a great-grandchild?"

"About ten more days non, can be less can even exceed the prediction."

"Yes, my aunt said the same about Azka. It's up to when to get married, just before the aunt comes home."

"Oh Allah, non? Thank goodness."

"Yes bik."

"Later bibik say the same Mr. Azka ya non."

"Yes bik. Yes, Nana is leaving. Assalamualaikum."

"Lho, isn't breakfast a non?"

"Take bread in front of the bik."

I also left my house for the store.

"For the boss..!", greet the side.

"Boss again... boss again.".", I said.

"Yes ,Na.".", sahut side.

"Well, that's good in horror."

"For chocolate sandwich equal hot milk dong Ka. Cepet yes, don't wear it for long."

"Yes boss bavel. Mother's feelings are not gini-gini very."

"Yey. biarin, mother yes mother, Nana yes Nana is."

"Nih non, a total of thirty thousand. cepet bayara ", joking side.

"Well.", I just left them. Then I ride the bike om Azka .

My school

"Pak Budi, nitip key motor om azka yes.eh."

"Yes Neng.Nih, tukeran same key neng motor."

"Oh, Mr. Budianto is very good", my appeal.

"No need to woo neng, the love of the father is only for the lady at home. Haha."

"Budi could be the vice. Anyway thank you sir."

"Sama-sama neng."

I walked to my class.

"Tumben noon Na?", asked Aurel.

"Yes, misfortune. But it hasn't started yet, has it?"

Shortly thereafter the bell rang.

"Good morning kids." said Azka.

Is.deg...

My heart is racing faster. Why did Azka teach? Isn't this Sam's schedule?

"Good morning sir..."

"How come, why am I here? This is Sam's schedule for teaching. But, unfortunately he was in an outgoing interest then I was appointed to teach in his place temporarily."

"What's the father of rich math whiz Sam?", asked a guy sitting in the back.

"It could be, but it's not so pinter. Okay.you go to page 44. You guys do it first, after that we discuss together. Understood?"

"Ready sir."

Om Azka stared at me while twisting her sweet ring.'It seems like he's very happy."

Some have done it well. It's not that I'm arrogant, I've understood it by looking at it once.

Om Azka conveyed the material so well. Not inferior to Mr. Sam, although om Azka is an English teacher.

"Sir, it's on the day there's the ring. There was no feeling yesterday. Say single?", asked one of the students.

"Yes, this is my engagement ring."

"Yes.".", the women of this class are partly disappointed. Unless I might?

"We were engaged last night. God willing, this week we're getting married."

Huh huh? This sunday? My eyes wide.

While om Azka threw a smile at me I don't know if anyone noticed her behavior towards me.

The student is finished today. As usual, I'll be praying at the ashar dimushola school. I looked at him again.

The prayer is over. I put my shoes back on. Although I wear a wide skirt, it does not make it difficult for me to ride my sport bike.

I got up from my seat after I finished putting up my shoes.

"Nana.", call someone.

I looked in the direction that called me.

"Om.", call me back.

"Auntie talked to me. Are you ready this week?"

"To be honest I am still confused. Mother's grave is still wet, we are busy fulfilling your will that makes no sense."

"That's exactly Na. We'll fulfill your will."

"But om.we are married without a foundation of love. Really can? After all, has om moved on from mom? "

"It's all about time. Trust me the same."

"Then, the initials on this ring? A is for Azka. N for Nisa or Najma om?"

Azka looked at me. What's on his mind?

"Of course our names. That Anisa is A & A Na."

"Yes already, you go home. I took the key from oak-budi."

"Yes om.Makasih. Varnish, assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalam."

Oh my God, is this the right decision? I still doubt God.