My student's my future husband?
Episode 122
Ridho laid himself on the bed upon his arrival in his room. Then he looked at his watch. It is better to open his laptop and send CV ta’arufnya to Ustadz Ahmed.
Sent Email
Emails containing a summary of biodata, educational history, likes and dislikes, vision of the mission of marriage, and future plans belonging to Ridho Effendi was sent by the concerned to his ustadz. Hopefully anxious, the man waited for his email reply.
During the wait, he flipped through the module containing an explanation of the material he got yesterday. Because of the kiss, the concentration of learning collapsed. He was determined not to think about Patricia anymore, and focused on training as well.
Several taps rang out behind the door of his room. Ridho immediately went up and peeked at the small hole that was at his door. Ah, it's Ferdian.
“Udah dapet email not yet?” ask Ferdian curiously.
“But.”
Ferdian sneaked into Ridho's room leaving the door open. Ridho returned to his seat while checking his email.
“There's a new message!” exclaims jolly. Ferdian approached him.
“Halaah, that's a notification message from Facebook only!” ferdian.
Ridho laughed, because he managed to tag his best friend.
A new message reappears in an email belonging to Ridho. He smiled widely.
“Nih Fer come email again!” yell again.
“Ah at most email notifications again,” cebik Ferdian who is already in bed Ridho.
“This is from Ustadz Ahmed. Can't believe?”
“Mana?” Ferdian again approached Ridho, who was downloading the file format .pdf.
“Eh yes!"
“Deg-degan euy!” said Ridho while clicking on an email from his Ustadz subject CV Ta’aruf.
“Quiet, Dho! You must be a whim!” sahut Ferdian smiled widely. “Buruan open!” yell again.
“Sabar atuh, keur download keneh!”
The PDF file sent by Ustadz Ahmed has been successfully downloaded by Ridho and has been stored in his laptop storage. He opened the file immediately. His heart was pounding uncharacteristically, considering that his ustadz did not tell at all the physical characteristics of the akhwat. However, his suspicion on Ferdian who said that he would be happy to make his heart quite wary.
The document was also open, with a photo of a white-skinned oriental actress emblazoned there. The face of the woman known by Ridho, of course, made her heart flowery.
“Fer, it's an akhwat that time smile right?” asked Ridho as if unsure of what he saw.
“Yes, right Dho. Today I met him after the shoot, he was attacked all of a sudden by a bule guy, just because he was wearing a hijab. He needs a strong companion and protector,” Ferdian's story.
“Astaghfirullah, keep it now how is it?” asked Ridho, his mimic looks anxious.
“I took him to the clinic. The doctor said, his middle finger vertebrae shifted and his hand was bruised because he was stepped on by the bule guy.”
Ridho was stunned unexpectedly.
“Hopefully this week can recover his doctor said.”
“Ya hopefully aja,” Ridho said.
“There learn CV Namira. Do not be amazed first as physical, who knows his personality is the opposite of you.”
“Iya Fer, I have to concentrate!” said Ridho holding the head with two fingers from both hands, as will be energy in alone.
Ferdian shakes his head, acting silly.
Namira Safeea is the full name of an S1 graduate in the Department of Design and Art at the University of Illinois at Chicago (UIC). The woman was born 21 years ago, meaning she was two years apart under Ridho. Origin was born from Palembang City, mixed Indonesian Chinese descent. The woman was a convert 10 years ago, as well as her current nuclear family who have embraced Islam.
Ridho read everything written there while studying it. Are the characters both contradictory or compatible, does it complement each other's shortcomings and advantages? Are they a visionary mission in building a household? Ridho considered every thing well and meticulously.
Ferdian also read the CV of the woman he helped last afternoon. In his personal opinion, Namira would be a suitable match for Ridho. It was written there that the female character was a little ambitious, rather loud, talkative, and open. While Ridho is the opposite of that trait. Ridho is a person who is relaxed, calm, and does not talk much. If their characters are combined, it will complement each other's shortcomings and advantages.
“Where, have you considered everything?” asked Ferdian, when he saw Ridho retreat from the laptop screen.
The man wearing his glasses nodded.
“I want to try further!” he took a cell phone.
“Mantap!” Ferdian raised both his thumbs.
Ridho contacted Ustadz Ahmed to inform him that he would continue this introductory stage to a newspaper called Namira. Ustadz Ahmed would pass it on to his wife and then to Namira. Indeed, the two couples will be a temporary intermediary when there are two people will establish a relationship ta’aruf towards marriage.
“We wait for Namira's answer first yes, Dho! Whatever the answer, you have to be ready,” said ustadz in his phone.
“Ready, Tadz!”
“Give everything to God, hope for the best. Match not going where.”
“Insya Allah.”
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That morning Ajeng had just tidied up his room which he had been leaving a mess for a week. Research on several literary works in certain issues made him not have time to clean up his room. Although Bi Asih always offered to help tidy up his room, it was just that Ajeng did not want to. Bi Asih only works to nurture and help all things related to Arsene as well as her home, but not with her room and personal belongings and her husband. So she did not ask the woman she had considered her own aunt to clean up her private room and property.
His body was tired and achy, especially he was sleep deprived tonight because after Arsene fell asleep, he resumed his research writing. The woman decided to clean her body. Just as he entered the bathroom, the sound of falling items was heard from outside. He did not heed it, and continued his activities in the bathroom.
How surprised when he finished dressing and tidying his body, found his room look messy again. Moreover, his private property, especially make-up equipment scattered on the floor. Face powder splashed on the floor, bed linen filled with red streaks, and also sticky liquid concealer spills. Meanwhile, the little artist casually made another painting on the surface of the room wall with a mixture of nude colors from concealer, and coral from lipcream owned by his mommy.
“Arseeeeeene!” Ajeng shouted, making his little artist look surprised.
“How do you make sure the goods have mommy anyway?!” he snapped while taking a lipcream brush from his son's hand.
“Yeah, this is all gone mommy!” closed again.
“Aibi...” cried Ajeng, as he held the plain Arsene as if he had no problem.
“Iya Neng?”
“Please shower Arsene again huh? I'm gonna settle the room again.”
“Oh Yes Neng!”
Instead of following Bi Asih, Arsene ran into the kitchen and made a hand stamp on the wooden cabinet that was there laughing cheerfully. Bi Asih was overwhelmed chasing after him, because the boy was so agile running from one place to another. The boy thought that Bi Asih was playing with him.
“Jeez, Arsene!” said Ajeng shook his head to see the behavior of his son who was increasingly agile.
With a heavy heart, Ajeng must give up his favorite make up just because of his son's actions. It's his own fault for not keeping it properly in a hidden place. He forgot to put his briefcase on the table by the mattress, which he was supposed to put in his closet. The woman could only stop. Fortunately, he still had a spare he had placed in a hidden place. He sighed because he had to repeat his work plus had to change the bed sheet.
Ajeng fell asleep on his bed that he had just replaced. His heavy fatigue made the woman unable to hold him any longer. While Arsene is busy playing in the living room with all his toys. Bi Asih makes the child feel at home so as not to disturb his exhausted mother.
The sound of a cell phone ringing aloud on the nightstand, made the long-haired woman wake up after nearly two hours of falling asleep. His body felt better, although he had felt his son was bothering him for a while, because Arsene had fallen asleep next to him. Ajeng immediately retrieves his phone so that Arsene does not wake up.
“Halo, assalamu’alaikum?”
“Wa’alaikumsalam. Jeng, play yuk!” the sound of the bell belonged to Karin.
“Eh Rin, where are you playing? when?” tanya Ajeng was stroking her messy hair.
“Ke Starmall yuk, mumpung Mas Reza want to ngasuh Zaara nih.”
“Now?”
“Iya this afternoon, want to?”
“Hayu aja sih.”
“Arsene want to take?”
“Don't know, kasian if Bi Asih is guarding in the Mall, will be overwhelmed. I put it in papa aja deh.”
“Yes already, Sita also want to come!”
“Yeay. When to leave?” tanya Ajeng cheerfully.
“I leave ba’da dzuhur yes, after adzan, pray, directly depart.”
“Okay, I'm ready to stop by papa's house first.
“Sip, see you, Jeng! Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Wa’alaikumsalam.”
Before getting ready, she had time to type something on her husband, just telling him that she would meet her High School friend. Arsene who was still asleep, was clean again and fortunately Bi Asih put on nice clothes, so he would bring some more clothes to put in the bag.
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Happy Papa kept holding his grandson.
“Iya, Honey! You relax, we will take care of Arsene,” said mama happy.
“Content, Dear Mama. I go first huh?” pamit Ajeng kissed his mother's cheek. Then he turned to his papa.
“Dear Arsene, mommy go first yes a minute. Play with grandparents first!” said Ajeng peeked Arsene's plump cheeks. The boy was already used to his mother, so he was not too troubled to play with the people around him.
“Be careful, Darling!” papa said as he moved Arsene's hand, looking at his mommy who got into his car.
The black sedan car drove to a shopping area in the city of Bandung, namely Starmall, a mall that is claimed to be the largest mall in Bandung with many office buildings, businesses, banks, etc, and the mosque that surrounds it in a complex.
On weekends, the parking lot of the mall is so crowded and crowded. Many go in and out in turn. Ajeng drove carefully, so that her husband's car was not scratched carelessly. He also managed to park his car in the parking lot outside. The woman, wearing an army-green long knit sweater suit and jeans, got out of her car and immediately decided to step foot into the big mosque.
“Rin where are you now? I was in the mall,” asked Ajeng after he finished performing the dzuhur prayer.
“I'm already on the third floor, in the place of children's toys, Jeng!” sahut Karin, the boisterous sound of children and music became the background.
“OK I am there now,” Ajeng replied.
“I'm at Kiddy Fun ya Jeng!”
“Siap.”
The atmosphere of bustling, stormy, and fast tempo music sounded as Ajeng's feet stepped on the third floor of the mall. Colorful and flickering lights with a variety of adorable funny characters become a sight that can be seen around the place. Ajeng is looking for a Kiddy Fun Corner Kids, a special game place for children aged 2 years and over to explore and play while learning.
A Muslim woman wearing a dusty purple khimar and a dark purple robe was seen sitting there looking at her phone.
“Karin!” call Ajeng when he is about five meters from the hooded woman.
Karin turned her head and immediately moved from her seat, approaching Ajeng who was still stepping towards her.
“Assalamu’alaikum,” greeting Karin-chipiki with his best friend.
“Wa’alaikumsalam.”
“Arsene really not brought?” asked Karin when she saw Ajeng looked alone.
“Yes, same old grandpa. He can not be inem because, if I hold it myself here it is definitely the title of the show so ‘ngejar-ngjar Arsene’,” said Ajeng.
Karin laughs,” Zaara is also again in the dalem tuh, play with her brother, mumpung again luang.”
“Ooh she plays there huh?” tanya Ajeng pays attention to the game arena full of balls and other soft properties.
“Iya, new trial. Yes yuk, we go to the cafe below. Sita soon until.”
“Oke.”
The two women sat inside a cafe that accentuated the atmosphere of femininity. With its bright and dominated atmosphere pastel soft colors like pink, peach and blue make it look very comfortable. Ajeng and Karin chose a seat in the corner of the room, with a soft sofa on which they sat.
Patisserie menus and dessert became the mainstay of the cafe. Ajeng ordered a piece of tiramisu cheesecake and chocolate truffle with a glass of frappuccino float. While Karin ordered matcha eclairs and durian layer cake, with a glass of matcha milkshake. While waiting for their friend, Sita, the conversation about children is a suitable opening topic.
“So a real housewife how does it feel, Rin?” ask Ajeng after he gives his order to the waiter.
“Capek for sure, because the work of the house is never finished. Just finish this, which there is already a mess,” explained Karin corrects her khimar position.
“I think having a daughter is not too tired.”
“Same is rich, Jeng. His name is a toddler, his curiosity is great. They explore what objects are around.”
“Yes yes, Arsene is also the same. Last morning I finished painting make up with me, duh!”
Karin laughs. “I also don't know how much powder it's got he's squandered in its contents. Snow time yes?” they both laughed at the behavior of their children.
“But all this time you are not at home?” ask Ajeng.
“Bosen must have appeared. But yeah how else, I can only go out with Mas Reza's permission. Mas Reza never carelessly gave permission. I can only go out for shopping, shopping, and if I go with him. The rest yes at home,” bright Karin.
Then the waiter came to bring all their orders. For a moment the two women enjoyed the sweet-tasting menus on the tongue.
“So you've been home a lot huh?”
Karin nodded while sipping her drink.
“Iya. I also do not feel good if wandering everywhere, besides I also do not work rich you, Jeng!”
Ajeng was silent for a moment hearing Karin's every answer.
“Oh yes, how do you manage Arsene while working?” ask Karin back.
“Capek really, Rin. Although there is Bi Asih who helps, still only. Moreover, there is no Ferdian beside me, it feels very tired,” Ajeng explained honestly.
“Yes yes, I am also not happy if I were you. It's not a matter of you working or not, but there's no husband that I think will not be able to.”
“Ngurus child without a husband it feels like a mind-blowing, Rin! We are tired of being physical, tired of heart and mind too! Want to talk to your husband also feels bad, especially he in America, when we are opposite. So I'd rather call him first, except Arsene asked for.”
“Masya Allah, Jeng! This is a test for you. You're a great mom, Jeng!” puji Karin's.
“But I can't rich you yet, Rin! So the housewife who is really quiet at home and nurutin all said husband.”
Karin smiled at her best friend.
“The role of a mother is at home, to take care of children and husbands and become a household manager. As long as we don't ignore that role, it means we're still on the line that religion calls for. I salute you, because besides you being a mother, you are also a teacher. You are so cool!” lang Karin's.
Ajeng blushed to hear the praise from Karin.
“But still, Rin. I was always dissatisfied, as if something was lacking. Especially the more busy I get. Research, work in the library, guidance, not to mention student assignments. Plus there's no Ferdian next to me, it feels like this head is going to explode!” Ajeng poured out the one she had been holding herself, when her husband left.
“I know it's part of my job risk, only I doubt myself, especially for Arsene. Can I be a good mother to her with me now?” continued.
“Often I cry alone, cry over my husband, Arsene, or something that happens. I always said I was tired, tired, I wanted to get out of this. But I finally came back as usual, having another grueling day. I'm a very rich robot, Rin!”
“Sometimes when I am tired and tired, I often snapped Arsene just because he made a small act that actually had no significant problems. I felt like I had been a bad mother to her,” her voice trembled, while her teary eyes held back what she had been feeling all along. Ajeng massaged his temple, then brushed off the child's hair blocking his face.
While Karin is stunned trying to understand the problems faced by her best friend. He realized, the absence of Ferdian beside Ajeng made his friend feel the problems he faced became even more severe. He empathizes with her. She would not be able to if she had to stay away from Mas Reza, her husband. Remember first, when her husband was accepted to work in Jakarta. Some people advised him to stay at his parents' house, while Reza could go home once a week. But her heart refused, she wanted to follow her husband to go wherever he could, even if it was at the end of the world. Especially what Ajeng feels. America - Indonesia is not like Bandung - Jakarta which can be reached in 3 hours by road. Although only a few months, he realized that Ajeng must be feeling depressed because his beloved husband is not beside him. That is what makes the problems that are usually faced, become heavier.
“When Ferdian comes home, Jeng?” ask Karin.
“About four months, if according to plan,” he replied softly while sipping his drink.
For a wife, waiting for a husband to return for four months is a very long time. Let alone the moon, the husband came home a few hours late sometimes he felt panicked. Karin smiled in her heart.
“You're patient, Jeng?! There must be wisdom from all of this. Put me in, try to tell me all this same to your husband. I'm sure Ferdian must know you. You should not keep this burden alone, because the burden of the household is always carried together, not alone.”
He smiled at his best friend's advice.
“False, Rin! I'll try.”
The two of them threw smiles at each other with the corners of their lips widened. They enjoyed the cake in front of them, until Sita finally came.
“Sorry yes, I'm late!” the doctor said that short. He looks casual with his pink blouse shirt and white pants. Sita had conversations with her friends.
“Busy Bu Doctor?” asked Karin who was sitting back in her place.
“No, I'm off today. Last year the same husband played above, only my little son to whine first did not want to be left behind. It was drama first!” sita's story then selects the menu.
Smiling looking at his best friend. He was so envious to see those who could go out with his little family, whereas he could only leave Arsene to his parents and go alone. Her heart suddenly mellowed, longing for her husband and the three of them together. It did not feel like a drop of liquid crystal had fallen from his eyes. Sita who realized that was immediately shocked.
“Ajeng darling, you why?” the question is full of wonder. Karin turned to Ajeng who was wiping his eyes.
“I'm fine,” he replied lying. “I just seneng we can get together again rich first,” he continued again.
“Ooooh..
Sita, Karin, and Ajeng embrace each other. But instead of being happy, Ajeng returned to crying, crying for himself.
“Ajeng dear...” said Karin hugged her best friend tightly. He rubbed Ajeng's sobbing back. While Sita was confused by what happened, so she just watched the two with a sympathetic heart.
“We are here really, if you need anything we will help,” said Karin trying to calm down.
“Sorry yes, I'm very sensitive. Thank you for being my best friend,” he said wiping his tears. Karin and Sita smiled at the same time.
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