Prison of Love
Day H

91

Tonight feels very long. I don't know why I feel like the clock isn't moving at all. My eyes were always fixed on the white kebaya hanging beside the mirror.

Will I get married tomorrow?

All sorts of feelings mixed without me preventing it. Why do I feel worried? Why do I feel sadness too? Why not just feel happiness?

All Uncle, Aunt, and cousins from Abah and Mother's side have been gathered at home since two days ago. Everything is ready including the family uniform, catering, wedding car, appointments with officers at KUA, and our family arrival system later.

The orphans who will be invited to our little wedding party are ready to leave tomorrow afternoon. Because they will only come to our small wedding celebration then they are invited in the afternoon.

Since the journey from Hengky home to my house took about three hours, then Hengky and the family had also stayed at a hotel near our house. Everything went exactly as we wanted, without any significant obstacles.

Then why am I feeling restless? Why did my hand from earlier let out cold sweat?

Geck! Geck!

“You're asleep, son?” Abah's voice sounded from outside the door.

I immediately grabbed the hijab, because I knew outside the room there were many cousins who were not mahrams. With gontai I walked open the door, “Not yet, Bah..”

Abah frowned when she saw my grim-looking face, “What's up, son?”

Yeah, what's wrong with me? Why do I feel sad?

“No papa, Bah..” I replied slowly, trying to disguise the feeling of the heart.

She walked into the room and sat on the sofa. He patted the sofa next to him, “Sit here..”

I said, dragging a shaky step next to Abah.

“You feel uncomfortable again huh?”

No answer from me. I just bowed, randomly looking at the ants pacing back and forth on the floor.

“It's a reasonable feeling, son. Tomorrow you officially step into a new life you never imagined before. Fear, worry, it's perfectly natural. Let alone you, Abah also felt like that on the night before the wedding of Abah and Mother. And Abah was also sure, at this time, Hengky also felt the same feeling.”

I turned to Abah, “It's okay if I cry?”

Abah smiled, he nodded gently, “As long as it is not a cry of regret.

“Sengky is like the world that shields my life, Bah. I don't know if I'm not with her, maybe I won't be married forever.”.

“Hus! Can't say that.”

“I'm serious, Abah.”

I heard Abah's breath. Her eyes looked at me seriously, “Nobody can guarantee our lives, Naya. Even five minutes to come, it could be an earthquake coming and wrecking everything.”

“Ih, Abah.. can't say so...” as I cut Abah's sentence.

“I mean Abah, don't depend life on humans. Man is not immortal, Naya. There are times when his nature will disappoint us, there are times when he blows our expectations. When you expect too much in humans, you must be ready someday to feel disappointed,”

“How to know, Hengky is a good man for you. But do not forget, Hengky is also a human who has many limitations as a creature. There will be many attitudes and traits that you do not know and will be revealed after marriage later. When you hang your expectations too high on him, you will feel very pain when disappointed.”

“Moreover the wedding, Son. You want to know why getting married is called a religious perfecter?”

Again there was no answer coming out of my lips, my eyes waiting for Abah to continue his sentence.

“Because marriage is the longest worship and has a very high level of difficulty. What Hengky shows at this time there is no half of his original nature and Abah would bet, you are too, right?”

My forehead is wrinkled, “But Naya's married friends look fine, Bah. They are much happier than they were before marriage.”

“But can you see into their hearts? Does what they show on social media represent their 24-hour time with their partner?”

Ah, Abah's coming back to make me shut up.

“Married is not always sweet, son. But when you are married to religion, science, and the nature of mutual trust as its pillars, stay away from unfounded jealousy and mutual suspicion, believe me, you have built a sturdy building from the bite of a termite bully,”

“Remember the hadith that says, ‘Whoever marries because he wants to ride the glory of his spouse, be prepared to take the bitter taste of the chalice of humiliation. Whoever marries for wealth, be prepared for poverty. Whoever marries for the good of one's religion, Allah will gather for him glory, treasure, and religion’.”

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Today has finally arrived. My wedding day and Hengky.

Last night I could barely sleep. After Abah came out of my room, two of my cousin's sisters came into the room and we chatted until we didn't realize the sound of chicken crowing had been heard. When I realized, the time had already shown three o'clock in the morning.

The mother who had just woken up after just two in the morning nagged at my two cousins and ordered them to come out. Afterwards, his eyes bulged while ordering me to sleep.

Sleep for an hour that doesn't really sleep. My eyes were closed but my mind was running around somewhere.

Until then I just woke up and prayed at night and not long adhan dawn was heard. Just half an hour from the dawn, I knocked on my door and said that MUA and Henna artists were waiting.

And at eight this morning, I was neatly sitting in the living room, with white kebaya made of brocade type french lace, and a songket cloth palembang that pretty much made my footsteps slow down.

“Yes Allaah Mbaakk... Very beautiful yes Allah..” Anita, my employee admin section was immediately flabbergasted as soon as I saw me.

“Kayak is not real that loh mbaak beautifulyaa...” exciting Resti added.

I laughed softly, “Trus I'm like a ghost?”

Anita and Resti are talking about explaining. The house was full of relatives and neighbors. Mother as usual was very busy pacing back and forth preparing for our departure. Abah seemed to be casually chatting with my uncles.

While my brother Ali has almost an hour of staking himself in front of a large mirror next to the TV Rack. He set his hairstyle, then set his bow tie, and now he's changing his hairstyle. His perfectionism is worrying.

Osman seemed very happy to run out and into the house. Several times he was stunned to see me then asked innocently, “Kak Naya? How to be beautiful gini?”

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