My Husband's Beloved Concubine!
ASYIFA FURQON
ASYIFA FURQON POV 1 (SIFA SPECIALTY)
- IN THIS NOVEL THE AUTHOR PRESENTS A MIXTURE OF POV 1 WITH THE CHARACTER OF THE SI-FA
Just as If, I,
If I were like them, I wouldn't be this nelangsa heart,
This lips easily pronounce love like a poet to every man,
If I were like them, maybe we'd be together a long time ago,
Do you know what it is like to love only in the heart? very nestapa, very nestapa,
If I were like them, God would be angry with me too,
He said approaching the sinful zina, is it bothering you the same?
Don't need you to know who I am, just looking at you from the classroom window I'm happy,
No need for you to return my love, just hear your voice my heart is happy,
You don't have to come to me, just shut up, you accept, and feel everything,
Let me serve, love, be hurt, whatever it may be to be together forever.
Sifa, Ponorogo, 2-June-2003
Asyifa Furqon the name Abah gave. I smiled reading the diary while sitting in High School (Upper Middle School). Remembering the man took the veil when I was bullied when ospek first, he did not talk much but acted immediately.
"Wear it!" his orders.
Only that word was spoken from his mouth but it could make my chest shake uncontrollably. That man is Rio Gunawan who is now my husband. Like a telenovela isn't my love story?
Many applications come and go since I finished my cottage in temboro. But I rejected all those suggestions, even the nickname of the spinster and the wrath of Abah I once felt for her sake. For the sake of waiting for his arrival.
"God, what kind of man do you want Sifa to be?" abah asked in the middle of the night when I rejected the male proposal again.
I can only stand still and not dare to refute.
"Which man do you want Nduk?" ask me, too.
"Sifa just doesn't love her Bah, Mi!" my answer.
Yes, I never felt in love again after knowing her figure. It was as if this heart was closed to another man. Rio's quiet, intelligent figure, also keeping distance from other women is of more value in my eyes.
"Look at the Fa, why is Mas Rio always quiet? Though if you think again he is quite handsome lo," said my best friend Dini in High School first.
"It was Din who distinguished Mas Rio with other level older brother, if the other mah dah caper is the same class sister, but he is different, right?" my many.
Dini nodded in agreement. Rio is two levels above me, that is what makes me only able to admire without daring to express what I feel. But his name I always say in every prayer in a third of the night.
Abah told us when we talked about the love problem of High School,
“Nduk, Abah and Umi forbid you from dating, watching concerts, let alone going out to the night market with your friends does not mean that Abah does not love you. Trust me only Abah man will take care and love you sincerely,”
“Umi also agrees with Abah, do not be ashamed of hijab even though alone, closing the woman's letter is mandatory, Nduk! If you follow the trend now have mercy on Abah and Umi when in the afterlife to account for our upbringing,” said Umi.
Indeed, at that time women using the hijab was still rare, can be counted with fingers. Sometimes I envy seeing friends changing hairstyles. Steadily I asked Abah.
“What does that mean Sifa can't date Bah?” ask me innocently.
“That never forbade you from falling in love, that's normal at your age. But managing love is important! Do not let kebablasan let alone LKMD Application Keri Meteng Brushed, pregnant first is a disgrace borne for life by women. His son is not entitled to his father's guardianship, not entitled to inheritance. Poor right!” abah said, I can only nod.
“then how Bah how to manage love at the age of Sifa so as not to go wrong way?” my many.
“Sholat nduk, multiply istigfar. Satan persuaded man to approach adultery. If you love a man, pray for him. Ask the owner who is the owner? Allah nduk's. Ask God in your every bow! God willing you will be met by Allah in a more beautiful and halal way” Abah said.
I smiled at Abah's advice. From then on I always mentioned the name Rio Gunawan in every prostration in the third of the night. Tired up? Sure oes. Especially at graduation and there was no progress on our introduction, I was almost desperate.
At that moment I thought again, God wants me to ask for more to get him. Shouldn't special men be fought? Never once have I heard him exchange letters with women. Unlike his friend Dimas who is in a relationship with a classmate.
"Can I still meet and see you even though we're not in high school?" I muttered in the morning when I saw Rio passing in front of the classroom.
After graduating high school, I never heard of Rio Gunawan again. Abah also sent a lecture and a hymn in Magetan, so that I could momentarily forget Rio for several years. Qodarulloh, when he wanted to give the original Indonesian souvenirs to my friend Wardat who came from Yemen, information about Rio reappeared.
When I conferred with Abah, about what souvenirs were suitable for Wardat.
"Well, tomorrow the day after Wardat will return to Yemen. Sifa was about to buy him an eternal memento, what good is Bah?" I asked Abah.
"How about something that characterizes our country and region only Nduk! We are native to ponorogo and Indonesia so give by-by the typical inexhaustible in eating better. Like a decoration so but not too big, to fit in a suitcase!" abah Monsi.
"Ganongan Bah?" my many.
"Don't, it'll be troublesome. How about a set of traditional Jathilan dancer clothes. The dancer's clothes can be arranged neatly when folded in a suitcase, later until the Yemeni monastery is displayed in the frame," replied Abah.
"True Bah, Sifa thinks it's a very good idea" I said happily.
I agreed to Abah's idea, then looked for Jathilan clothes craftsmen because they wanted to embed embroidery with my name and Wardat to make it more memorable.
"Where is Bah where to buy clothes but who can custom name it so?" many confused.
"However, he filled the study in the Jambon Nduk Daearah, many craftsmen there!" answer Abah.
After revealing Abah's recommendation, I went to the village of reog artisans. I left with my sister Hafiz. Because I can't drive a motorcycle or a car.
We both rode the bike there. After several times asking the villagers, I finally saw a joglo house with a pendopo and a spacious courtyard. I think it must be a real house, because now rarely traditional houses that still survive neatly except traditional houses or the elderly.
“Assalamualaikum, “ said I entered slowly into the pendopo.
Come out middle-aged mother with hair in the loop and berdaster.
“Waalaikum greetings, Monggo pinarak please sit down! What is it gonna take?” ask the mother.
After conveying the meaning of my arrival, the mother welcomed more kindly. She also called her husband who was behind the house. Behind their home artisan center*dadak peacock and*ganongan.
"Well, the son and daughter of Abah Furqon who filled the tabligh akbar?" ask the mother.
"Enggeh Ma'am, it's true I'm his daughter! My name is Sifa this is my sister Hafiz," I replied introducing myself.
"Come, lucky me! Meet Mother Purwati's name and this is my husband Suhadi" Purwati said kindly.
I had a long chat with Purwati. Until finally agreed to take the goods at the specified price. When we took a walk home, we passed the house behind Purwati. I saw a family picture in it.
"Mom, I'm sorry is she Rio?" many nervous.
"Well she's Rio's mother's son, but it's a pity that she's not home. Does Sifa know him?" ask Purwati.
"Eh, um me.....
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