My student's my future husband?
Episodes 118

"Any one of you is ready to get married?" ask Ustadz Ahmed.

Ferdian and Ridho automatically stopped their steps and turned their heads.

"Why Tadz?" asked Ridho, worried that he had heard wrong.

"Are you two planning to get married soon?" ask ustadz who has that thick beard.

The two men were stunned by the question. Ferdian nudged Ridho's body.

Ustadz Ahmed sat on the carpet, making the two men who were about to go towards the lake uneasy to leave him. They followed him to sit near him.

"Look, there is a Muslim woman here has the intention to get married, but has not met the right mate. He's a student who is finishing his studies at last" Ustadz Ahmed said.

"Perhaps some of you have the intention of getting married in the near future, I will introduce."

Ridho. While Ferdian glanced at him. Ridho himself actually has not been terbarit his intention to get married in the near future, so being offered such a question at this time certainly makes his brain look for answers. Ferdian nudged him back.

"You trying not to?" whisper it to Ridho.

Ridho. "I have to think long."

"So this rich ta'aruf is that Tadz?" ask Ferdian.

"Yes right. Later you will exchange biodata that contains everything about yourself. Starting from personal identity, things that are loved, the vision of the mission of marriage, and future plans. Less is more like that. Are you ready to marry Ferdian?"

Ferdian widened his narrowed eyes, then grinned.

"Actually, I'm su...."

"Assalamu'alaikum.." suddenly a melodious voice greeted, the three men turned towards the source of the voice while answering greetings.

That's the woman who just passed Ridho and Ferdian upstairs. He bowed and approached Ustadz Ahmed.

"Sorry to interrupt, Tadz!" he said softly, while bowing his gaze.

"Yes, what's up, Mir?"

Ridho looked at the Muslim woman and then he followed her gaze. While Ferdian noticed the Muslimah and ustadz talking in front of him.

"I want to leave this for Ustadzah Aisyah. I told him that this afternoon I will take Ustadz."

The Muslim gave me a map.

"Oh, okay. I'll tell you."

"Goddessa, Tadz. Excuse me first. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

It turned out that the Muslimah was talking to Indonesian, meaning she was also an Indonesian citizen. For some reason, Ridho was happy to know that. He smiled a little in silence.

"Oh, where was it?" ask Ustadz.

"Tadz sorry to ask" said Ridho, as Ferdian was about to speak.

"Please."

"Does if we start ta'aruf still get canceled unilaterally? Does that mean we're not moving on to marriage?"

"Can. Regardless of whether the reason is shar'i or not, you can still cancel ta'aruf. It's just that, when we start a relationship like this ta'aruf, try our intentions straight and hope for the best of God, don't rely on lust. Because, the marriage that will be built later, we certainly expect the blessing of God, right?"

"Therefore, there is such a thing as istikhoroh prayer. There we ask for guidance so that our hearts are fixed for the best choice according to God's will" he continued.

"Do those feelings of love have to be present, Tadz?" ask Ridho again.

"Love is a gift from God. When we have straightened out the intention of marriage because of God, that love will present itself over time. It could be, love appears after the wedding, it will make the wedding more enjoyable."

"God willing," said Ridho amazed.

"So how?"

Ferdian and Ridho looked at each other.

"I'll think about it, Tadz! Honestly, the intention to get married does not exist yet, so worried about stepping wrong, I will think carefully."

"All right, it's okay."

Ridho stared at the screen of his phone, fifteen minutes had already passed. He remembered his promise with Patricia that afternoon.

"Tadz, I'm sorry we had to leave because there are friends waiting" Ridho said politely.

"Oh yes, please. Sorry, we're gonna have a chat first."

"It's okay, Tadz!"

"Please think carefully. I'll give you a week, let's not wait too long."

"Well, Tadz. I'll tell you again."

The two men got up from their seats, followed by Ustadz Ahmed, and then regretted it.

That afternoon on the shore of Lake Michigan, Patricia was sheltering under shady trees around Queen's Landing. Lake Michigan is the 5th largest lake in the world. With a surface area of 22,300 square miles, it looks like the sea, especially with the color of the sky reflected clearly on its calm surface. Small boats that usually carry passengers or to find fish float swaying the blowing wind. Ripples of water were occasionally seen there. High buildings on the lake shore also reflect there, reflected very beautifully on the surface of the lake. A truly perfect natural painting.

The boisterous sound of the leaves rubbing sounded soft. The wind greeted Patricia's broken hair. The woman turned her gaze on the lake as far as the eye could see. Her plump eyelashes waved as she blinked her eyes as dust accidentally entered her eyes. He rubbed his watery eyes.

"Sorry we're late!" it was Ridho who had just come after almost an hour Patricia was waiting there.

"You why?" ferdian asked, seeing that Patricia's eyes looked red and watery.

"Ah, it was a dust entry," he said, wiping his eyes with the tissue he had just taken from the bag.

"Still sick?" ask Ridho.

"It's better!"

Ferdian turned his gaze to the lake. His heart was amazed at the sight before him. He felt that his heart was as wide as the sky and as wide as a lake, although still the longing that was embedded could not make him fully happy at this time. If only the wind could send his message, he would have left it hundreds of times to his wife.

Ridho sat beside Patricia, there was a distance of about a meter between them.

"The view here is good, yes" said Ridho looking ahead.

"You're not sorry, am I bringing you here?" ask Patricia.

"No, of course. I thank you," Ridho said as he glanced at the woman beside him.

For some reason looking at Patricia with her bright brown hair blowing in the wind, her white face glittered in her eyes. Beautiful, praise Ridho in your heart. He quickly shifted his eyes, questioning.

Ferdian who stood up, looked at the two people beside him. He chuckles. It seemed like Ridho would feel in love in a moment, but somehow which woman managed to steal his heart. Was that Muslim, or Patricia? inner talking.

"What are your plans after you get home from here?" patricia asked Ridho.

Ridho was silent for a moment while thinking. Two ideas came to his mind. First work back at Winata's company, the second is married.

"Hmm, work back and maximize potential in the workplace."

The short-haired man only issued one answer.

"You alone?" ask Patricia.

"me too. I will grow my fashion business and be successful. It was my dream since childhood."

"Good plan" praised Ridho.

"Well, Dho! Marry!" chirp Ferdian from beside him.

"What's he saying?" ask Patricia who does not understand, because Ferdian speaks Indonesian.

Ridho.

"Married her word."

Patricia chuckles amusedly. It seemed like the topic had always been a concern for the woman lately.

"Are you sure you're planning on getting married soon?" ask Patricia.

"I'm thinking about it. But to be honest, I really want to get married sooner at my age."

"Is that so?"

"Yes I'll try. Oh yeah, how old are you, Pat?"

"Ah, you're so young and already a businessman. It's great!"

"Thank you!"

"Hey, I went there first huh?" ferdian said, realizing he became a mosquito or a fly between the two.

"Where are you Fer?" sergeant Ridho.

"In front of the doang, want to play water!" ferdi said reasoned.

"Any child," protested Ridho.

The roar of the leaves again rippled when the wind blew it strong. Patricia's face was partially covered by her hair. He fixed it again.

"May I ask you something?" ask Patricia.

"What's that?"

"What do you think, if there's a woman who's not in your religion who loves you?"

Ridho was stunned by Patricia's question. But his mind was plain, and not floating around, so he focused on finding answers to those questions.

"If I thought, I would still choose a religious one first to marry him. Unless that woman changes."

"So the woman had to change her religion first?"

"My principles are like that."

"What if you love her really?" ask Patricia again.

"I still wouldn't choose him. Because I want my God to bless my marriage."

Somehow Patricia's body felt trembling hearing Ridho's answer. Eyes glazed. Ridho could catch it clearly on his face.

"You why?" ask Ridho worriedly.

"Ah, it seems like dust has entered my eyes again," he said, pretending that he rubbed his eyes with his fist. Then fix his sitting position, sighing.

"I'd like to ask you one more, okay?" she asked after she felt she was okay.

"Please."

"Can one enter your religion because one loves a man?" tanyakanya.

Again Ridho was stunned by the question of the woman wearing the black cardigan next to him.

He pondered for a moment. Then take the air, get ready to answer.

"One can convert to Islam for any reason. But that won't make him last long in his new religion. It could be that when he was disappointed because his expectations did not match, he returned to his old religion. And that is not recommended, because religion is not a game. The strongest reason for surviving should be because he has loved His Lord, Allah SWT. He also loved His Messenger, Muhammad. He believed that Allah was his Lord, and Muhammad was His Messenger. He accepted Islam with sincerity in his heart. That's what will make him fall in love forever with Islam."

Patricia could very well understand Ridho's words clearly in his heart. He digested it well in his brain.

"Fall in love with man, his nature is temporary. People can come and go at any time. But to love God, God is an eternal and eternal God, then love for Him will also be eternal" Ridho continued.

Patricia. Heart rages. There was something urgent in his heart, but he did not know what it was. His talks with Ridho always made him think deeper and deeper. It takes time to find the answer to the question in his mind.

"I'm going home first, right?" patricia said suddenly, making Ridho surprised.

"Lho why go home? Did any of my words offend you?"

"No, I just want to go home. It seems like my body is a little sore."

"really? We better go home together" said Ridho, looking anxious.

Patricia nodded.

Then Ridho called Ferdian who was on the lip of the lake was looking at the shallow bottom of the lake. He brought her home.

"Any shit?" asked Ferdian who stepped closer to his two comrades.

"Patricia's not feeling well she said, going home."

"Ooh.yeah, we're home."

Ferdian called a taxi and he got on and sat in the front seat. Meanwhile, Ridho and Patricia sat in the back seat. There was a gurat of sadness that could be seen from Patricia's face in Ferdian's eyes. He wondered what the two men were talking about.

While Ridho occasionally glanced towards the woman beside him who did not look cheerful as usual. He felt guilty, probably because the answer offended him. It was just that he did not know, which answer made the woman go limp instantly.

The three descended on the courtyard of the Winston Tower courtyard which was quite spacious.

"You're okay, right?" asked Ridho upon their arrival in front of the building where they lived.

"Yes," Patricia answered briefly.

He headed for the elevator. Patricia exited the elevator when the digital display showed the number 36. The woman went down first and said goodbye to her two male colleagues.

"Why the hell?" ferdian asked when Patricia had gotten out of the elevator.

"Don't know."

"Well, I don't know?"

The two stepped out of the elevator and walked towards their room.

"I'd like to confide in you, Fer?" ask Ridho before they arrive at their respective rooms.

"Just in!"

Ferdian opened the door of his room, and let Ridho in. Ridho rarely talks about his feelings. So far only himself who tells a lot, while Ridho is only a good listener and input. Maybe this time he should repay the kindness of his little friend.

Ridho sat leaning on the sofa in Ferdian's room. While Ferdian sat on his bed.

"What happened to you?" asked the impatient Ferdian.

Ridho sighed, then began to tell what had just been discussed between himself and Patricia. He wanted Ferdian to make an assumption, about what made Patricia uninspired.

"Oh Allah, Dho! You are so innocent. Yes he must be offended dong, I mean the first question yes!"

"Emang why? Would he just ask, for example?"

"He really likes you. But he's inferior because he's not in the same religion as you. That's why it's lemes."

"What time?"

"Eh, you know not to believe. How do you feel about Patricia?"

Ridho.

"I am ordinary. I'm amazed because she's beautiful, but to fall in love is impossible."

"Yes I understand, it's because your principle of becoming a rich girl she can't enter your heart."

"So how am I supposed to be with Patricia, Fer?"

"You're acting normal. Maybe he'll stay away from you, but don't know when."

"Well, the hardest girl to understand, huh?" said Ridho scratching his temple.

"Yes that's how."

"Oh yeah keep offering Ustadz Ahmed how, still want to try?" ask Ferdian.

"That's what I want to think about first, Fer! I want to try it actually. I just want itishhoroh first."

"Yes great. I support you."

"Thank you Fer, from now on I will ask a lot of experienced you."

"It's just relaxing."

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