Marrying my Best Friend
The One Truth

that night imma was crying, suddenly her mother came in, shocked and immediately wiped her tears.

mother imma: what is tea? seems like crying?

imma: gpp koq mah, teteh fine. (while bowing head )

mama imma: do not lie to mama, this mama is the mother who gave birth and raised you tea. With this hand, mama always wiped the tears of teteh, from 0 months old. never hide anything from your mom, tell her.

at that moment, Imma hugged her mother, and cried as hard as possible, spilling all the burdens on her mind.

imma: tired of it, tired of it all.

whether this is a test or torture, it is definitely not strong.

his mother imma: istighfar tea, what's wrong? mama does not understand what tteh said, try to tell me the same mama son..

imma: teteh want to tell mah stories, but not yet the time.later also mama will know, but not now.

mama imma: yes it is up to you, but remember what is" story to mama.

imma: well mah (while sleeping on his mother's lap, that is the most comfortable place of imma) .

time passed, even the sun seemed to be embarrassed" came out

a cloudy morning (suitable for mood of the imma)

that morning I was ready for work,

imma: mah, today tteh bring your own motor yes.

imma's mother: why not be with the father of tea?

(mother imma worried if imma bring her own motor, with the condition of such imma)

imma: today there is a meeting in another school, tteh represents another teacher.

his mother is imma : yes already so, hearts yes..

if there is anything2 just call father.

imma : yes mah, leave first yes. assalamu'alaikum..

mother imma: wa'alaikumslm...

imma departs on her matic motor..

before going to the meeting, imma took the time to teach one subject, and after finishing teaching, she went to the meeting..

to the meeting place, it takes 30 minutes.

finally at the destination, the meeting began.

after a few hours, the meeting was over.

imma immediately prepared to go home,

on the way, it suddenly rained.

he immediately stopped at a patrol station, because he did not bring a raincoat he was forced to wait until the rain subsided.

imma saw there was a stall in front of the patrol post, she also intended to buy food at the stall.

after buying food, he returned to the patrol station.

finally the rain subsided, imma went home.

once at home, imma goes straight to the room to change clothes that are somewhat wet from the rain.

in the sense of imma, today is very tiring.

he also rested in the room while opening fb.

in seeing the message from Ranu along the train, the contents just ask where imma today, play with anyone, now again where.

actually the lazy imma to answer Ranu's question, because the end must be fighting.

imma only pulled the veranda thread back then.

suddenly someone sent a message, from someone he didn't know at all.

that account name is Raka Dhea..

Raka dhea: assalamu'alaikum..

priest : wa'alaikumsalam..

Raka dhea: tea, MAN alumni huh? (Madrasah Aliyah Negeri)

imma : yes

Raka dhea: know the same fitri not tea?

imma: what year is fitri?

Raka dhea 2008 is not wrong

imma: which person ?

Dhea account: person ****** ...! who lives with his aunt

imma: oh yes, that's my friend a. we used to delete really, but now lost contact. maybe he just changed the number.

Raka: oh, do you want a fitri number?

imma: want a, do you have one?

Raka dhea: if the number does not have tea, just happens to be the house of his aunt fitri quite close to my house. later if I meet his aunt or his family I ask, I will meet his aunt or his family, because her aunt likes to buy pulses to my counter.

imma : oh that's a, but no nerepotin?

Raka dhea: no tea, later if there is no I send where?

imma: to my no only a, this. (while sending mobile number).

Raka dhea: yes tea, later if there is no I immediately send.

imma : okay.

the conversation ended..

long story short, the day went by..

imma is still with her galauan, Ranu's family is getting away from the imma.

imma also rarely visited Ranu's house, because every time he came home from there, only pain he received.

until finally imma tried to dare to tell all her problems to her mother, from the problems of her brother Ranu, her younger brother Ranu, the change of attitude of her mother Ranu , the slander of cheating with the nurse, and the,and Ranu's attitude is too over and often angry..

his mother imma was shocked, it turned out that the problem of imma was a lot.

the daughter he raised with affection, is now facing various problems.

I think mother imma, not married has a lot of problems.

especially later, finally mother imma menasehti imma .

mama imma: tea, mama just want to see the happy, think again well, this relationship is worth maintaining or not. ask for guidance to God swt..

imma : in fact I want to tell the story from the beginning of the incident mah, just tth fear mamah sad. because of the intention of the imma relationship with a long Ranu.

but what you feel now, a Ranu is not the he who used to be, his family changed.

what should mah??

mama imma: follow your heart, if you are strong with all that continue, but if you do not, you will not want to just retreat.

because if in a relationship the sense of trust is no longer there, then the old" will be destroyed.

imma: but imma loves a Ranu, (while crying)

mama imma: mama knows tea, your relationship is not only a few months, but it has been many years, surely the taste will grow in the heart of the elderly.

mama just wants to see the happy teteh, mama wants to see the cheerful teteh as before.

I cooked tea first..

imma: yes, yes. .

imma simply fell silent, starting a dilemma with her feelings..

arrived" hp imma rang, one message received.

in the new number, the message is :

" assalamu'alaikum, this tea no fitri "sorry old, because I just got the number berusan "

imma did not reply to the message, she just kept no fitri.

imma fell asleep, hoping to wake up later the problem disappeared.

in the afternoon imma woke up her mother ..

mama imma: tea wake up in the afternoon, shower, pray and eat.

imma: yes, get out of bed and take a shower.

after the prayer imma just play hp in front of the tv..

his father approached imma..

his father imma: tea, is it true what your mother said?

imma: what's the matter pa?

his father imma: about your relationship with Ranu.

imma: imma just fell silent, looking at the phone.

his father is imma : ignore it if it makes you sick, let the father talk to the family Ranu.

imma: no sir, imma do not want parents to bear shame, people must laugh at us.

imma father: do not care about the words of people, others will not feel what we feel. I do not want you to be sad like this, your body becomes thin.

imma: gpp sir, still strong..

his father imma let out a long sigh, then got up from the chair and entered the room.

imma was sad to see her father, she felt sorry for her parents, because" their faith was sad..

that night the immune pulse ran out, outside of the heavy rain.

while imma needs a pulse, imma is confused who to ask for help to.

he suddenly remembered that the person he had just met had a counter.

oh yes, a Raka sales pulsa. gumam imma..

then imma borrowed her father's phone to text Raka.

imma : assalamu'alaikum, sorry to disturb. This is imma a, his friend is fitri, aa selling pulses right? can you fill in a pulse of not a 10 to my number ? because outside the rain, I can not go out. tomorrow the money I deliver to the counter aa..

messages were sent..

it didn't take long for me to reply..

Raka dhea: wa'alaikumsalam. ready tea, in waiting.

the pulse has entered..

imma: have entered a, thank you.

tomorrow the money..

Raka dhea: yes tea, just relax..

such was the beginning of imma's introduction with Raka dhea, Raka dhea the first child of 4 brothers, she was a student in a high school of technology, her people were independent and hardworking.

although living in a family was, he was not arrogant.

in addition to college, she also helps her parents in the store.

to the next day, after teaching imma go to the counter raka, the distance is only 15 minutes from the place of work imma.

until imma at the counter raka, incidentally at that time raka was praying dzuhur in the mosque near the shop owned by his parents..

at the counter was a boy, probably his younger brother raka dhea charak imma.

he sat on the front bench of the counter raka, after a few minutes of waiting, there was a man wearing a sarong entered the counter, in the heart of imma could he raka dhea.

yes, that is Raka..

from inside the counter, Raka smiled towards imma..

Raka: imma tea huh?

imma : iii..iyaa, a raka huh?

Raka: yes tea, it has been here a long time?

imma: just a few minutes a..

I'm sorry tea is waiting..

imma: gpp a, I will not be here for long, just want to pay the last night's credit.

Raka : oh, just relax the tea.

imma: ah not good, just knew already owed. 😁

Raka Dhea just laughed 'em down, her narrow eyes looking closed as she laughed.

imma : yes a, this is the money.

Raka dhea: don't play tea first?

imma: no a, I have not returned home, my mother will worry if I am late to go home .

Raka dhea nodded her head in understanding, the teacher's uniform that imma wore also signifies that after work she went straight to her counter.

imma also came home..