Pursuing the Love of My Husband
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#Pursuing the Love of My Husband part 3 (You, Me and Annisa)

“Assalamaicum, Ki. Healthy you son?”

Mom's voice sounded so warm across the phone.

“Waalaikumsalam. Thank God Iki is healthy Mom. Same mother Father how is she?”

“Alhamdulillah son, we are healthy too.”

“Thank God. Ma'am, Iki want to ask you to please can I?” I said with a little doubt.

“Loh, yo can anyway son. Ask your own mother for help using all permission. Ono opo is it? (what is it?)”

Logat Jawa mom is very medok even though she speaks in Indonesian. Understandably, the mother is a pure Javanese. Cirebon exactly.

“Thank you for marrying Mom. Soon, if possible next month. Iki ask for help Mom or Dad who find the candidate.”

“MasyaAllah, I did not hear wrong anyway son? Thank goodness then . But ngopo asked to find Mom and Dad? Then, it seems to be in such a hurry?”

I kept quiet for a moment to hear Mom's question. I haven't introduced them to Sheila yet.

I never said anything about him either. The plan, after I proposed to Sheila, was to let me know Mom and Dad, but fate said something else.

Sheila is not my soul mate. Three years of dating did not guarantee that she would be my wife.

Naturally, Mother was astonished by my desire to get married next month.

My mom and dad didn't know what was going on with me and Sheila.

“Ki, you're still there right?” mother's voice breaks my daydream.

“Eh. Yes, Madam. Iki it feels tired of just living alone Mom, want someone to accompany, so tired when Iki tired of working. The reason Iki asked for help in finding the same Mother and Father, because Iki believes the choice of Mother and Father will not be wrong. Mom and Dad will definitely find the best for Iki.”

“Mmm... I don't think anyone wants to be with you. Hahaha” said Mother teased me in the middle of serious conversation via this phone.

“Loh, yes moso handsome face like this nobody wants, Mom. Iki was like a father when young. Many who ngantri” I heard Father chimed in Mother's words.

I just smiled at the words of the Father, they laughed together, and heard their laughter, making my heart cool.

“How, Mom? What about Mom and Dad can find Iki mate?” my question was reassuring that my desire to get married was serious.

“InsyaAllah can son. But what if it's more than a month? What's no problem? Because we also need to find the right woman for you.” Now I hear you took over the phone over there.

“No problem sir, but Iki pray, hopefully it can be as soon as ya”, I said with a little pleading.

“Good son. We'll work on it. You help prayer from there. When it is time, Allah will make it easy.” Said the Father soothing.

“Good, Sir. Thank you, sir. Iki permission to leave work first yes, coincidentally today to the night shift section. Assalamualaikum, Sir.”

“Waalaikumsalam, son. Careful, yeah. Do not forget, under no circumstances ever leave prayer.” said Mr.

Every time you call, you never forget to give the message.

I was implanted to never leave prayer, no matter what.

And this has been attached up until now. My mom and dad are religious people.

In the past, they had both studied at the pesantren. Until finally met in an organization and decided to taaruf when they finished their education in pesantren.

Although Mother and Father were farmers, their education was quite high. Mr. Bapak, is a graduate of a renowned University in Cirebon, from the faculty of Islamic Religious Sciences.

No wonder, in the village, Mr. became the head of the DKM mosque and often filled out routine studies.

The father is also a routine imam in the prayer of worshipers in the village mosque. Not infrequently, you are invited to a mosque in another village to fill out a study.

Likewise, if there is a study at the Hajatan event. He was often asked to be his preacher.

While Ibu, had studied tafsir and hadith science at a University in Bandung City.

She is also active in various organizations in the village, especially in the taklim assembly.

In the past, you have worked for a religious institution in the government.

Mother, had taught to be a private tutor for those who want to learn in-depth knowledge of the Quran and hadith.

From there, they struggled to raise money, then bought several hectares of land to be used as plantations and rice fields.

Until now, Mother and Father enjoyed their old days by gardening and worshiping God.

I myself am different from them. You could put me in the pesantren when I studied MTS.

But when I was in high school, I decided to go to formal school. I protested to you, that I no longer want to be in a boarding school.

Maybe because at that time, my young soul was still passionate, that's why I asked you to obey what I wanted.

At that time I threatened, if they do not obey my wishes, I will not continue school to High School.

From there, I started to get out of the pesantren and take formal education to graduate from college.

While in college, I majored in mechanical engineering. Until finally I was here and worked as a machine maintenance technician at a fairly well-known company in the Capital City.

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Two weeks after that phone conversation, I was told to go home. Mom and Dad found a candidate.

He said he was Mom's college friend's son. I don't know what the woman's face looks like, Mom didn't tell me the details.

But, I will make sure not to renege on the promise, I will not reject any reason from the choice of women Mother and Father.

There was a little doubt in my heart. I'm afraid, if after getting married later, I still can't forget Sheila.

I'm afraid I'm gonna hurt the woman of choice, Mom, and Dad. However, I return all this to HIM.

I was a little surprised because lately Sheila has not contacted me so often.

Probably because of the message I sent the other day.

But I'm sure her words that day weren't playful, I knew Sheila's character well.

The bus drove down the hot sun. The breeze from behind the bus door is quite soothing to the heat this afternoon.

It seems, today the streets are not so crowded, I can get to Cirebon faster.

***

Tok.shock.

“Assalamualaikum.”

The carved teak wood door was on the Father's knock. This house is quite spacious, but still simple as my house.

There are many Javanese accents in every corner. A beautiful garden with various flowers and mango trees.

In front, there was a black fence towering high enough to limit the view from the outside.

Mom took my hand. He said, so I wouldn't be nervous. I don't feel nervous one bit.

I'm also not very curious about the candidate you chose. Origin next month married, suitable or not, can be completed later.

“Waalaikumsalam Warahmatullah's. Wow, it's coming, come on please come in.”

A middle-aged woman with a slightly fat body and a long hijab cloth dangling over half of her body, the mother then opened the door and let us in.

I guess, this is my future in-law. Mother said her husband died a year ago. In his house there was only him and their only child.

My mother said my future wife was an only child. And I, the first of two children.

My sister is a girl, she is studying High School while on her way to achieve her goal of becoming a hafidzah.

Unlike me, my sister is very sholehah and obedient to religion as well as parents. His name is Hajar Syauqina.

The father gave the name as a prayer so that his daughter could grow as strong as Siti Hajar, the second wife of the prophet Ibrahim.

Who was willingly abandoned by her husband in a barren field far from the water source and the settlement of other residents, because Siti Hajar knew that what her husband did was a command from God.

Siti Hajar then ran between the hills of Safa and Marwah up to seven times, to find water because her son was thirsty.

That's where the miracle happened. His son, the prophet Ishmael, was able to gush water from the ground on which his feet rested.

That water, the eternal water that still exists today. Namely, zam-zam water. This also, did not escape the prayer of Siti Hajar.

With strong prayer, and earnest effort, he was finally able to create a miracle.

From there you hope, that someday his daughter will learn from the toughness of Siti Hajar in facing trials.

The mother was very friendly, chatting with the Father. Glancing occasionally at me as my mother described myself for which there were still many flaws.

I just smile and occasionally chimed in on their conversation.

“Get chatting, until you forget not to drink. Annisa, please make me a drink, son! there is this guest loh”

The mother screamed a little for her son.

“White, Ummi. For a moment, Annisa made” Soft Voice replied from the direction of the kitchen.

Now, in a minute. I'll see what kind of woman I'm going to marry.

I hope she fits my criteria, so I can love her more easily. If not, I will try my best to try to love her, even though my heart still has the same name, Sheila.

Seriate...