Pursuing the Love of My Husband
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#Pursuing the Love of My Husband part 5 (Second Meeting)

This morning was so sad. The sounds of birds chirping as if they were touching each other.

Father and Mother had already gone to the mosque to perform congregational prayers. As usual, I pray this morning worship service.

I caught up with them after first finishing the bath. It feels very different atmosphere here with in the city.

The morning mist, the chirping of birds, the sound of the wind that made the branches of trees clashed against each other, making the soul feel serene and peaceful.

You lead the prayer with a tartil and solemn reading. It has been a long time since I felt a soul this calm.

Being in the front row of the shaf, dissolves in to the solemn prayer that feels delicious.

After praying together, we gathered at the dinner table for breakfast before Mom and Dad went to the field.

Mother cooked Cirebon-style jamblang rice which is my favorite food.

It didn't take long, the food had already managed to make my stomach full.

“You're up to when is the break, son?” ask the man who is busy with his food.

“Last turn, Sir. And the day after tomorrow already have to go back to work.”

It feels really hard to go to the sea, but what can be done. Work, stay work.

In fact, you have persuaded me several times to stay here. You said you would provide business capital so that I could freely work without being bound by time with the company.

But, I have not yet reached the heart of having to use your money. I want to open a business with my own money. That way, at least even though I have not been able to give, I am no longer a burden to them.

“Then, if you are still here, please deliver this to Ummi Yuna.”

Suddenly, Mom gave me a plastic bag containing some of her homemade food, and fresh organic vegetables grown by Mom in the back garden.

“Mother is coming too right?” askaku while packing dirty dishes used to eat.

“Ndak can, son. Mothers today have to prepare food for the workers, it happens that today they want to harvest peanuts. That's why I asked you to help me deliver. Fear of vegetables to wither.”

“Alright, Mom. Iki deliver this now, ya.” After peeping the hands of Father and Mother, I also went to bring a plastic bag that would be given to Ummi.

Accompanied by my favorite metic motorcycle from High School.

It's still around seven in the morning. The sun is still hiding behind the morning mist. I recalled a message from Sheila yesterday.

Should I invite her to my wedding? Can I meet him again with a situation that would both hurt our hearts?

Moreover, if one day Annisa finds out about all this. I'm sure he'll be very hurt.

With a noisy mind, I still ride this bike down every road that is already quite crowded with people who want to go to work and school.

About 20 minutes from my house, I have now reached Ummi Yuna's house.

I opened the black fence and entered the courtyard. Looks lonely. Maybe Ummi and Annisa are in the kitchen.

I knocked on the door a few times and said hello. From inside, a soft voice sounded.

“Waalaikumsalam, briefly using hijab first”.

Not long after, the door opened. The girl was seen behind the door.

“Sorry, Mom. Mom is not home, so I can't let Mas in. Does it matter if you sit on the bench on the page?” annisa asked with a lowered face and occasionally glanced at me.

“Oh, yes. No problem, really. Some Mas just want to deliver this, deposit Mother.”

After giving the plastic bag to him, I went home.

“White, Mas. Thank you, also say thank you to Mother.”

I just nodded in agreement with Annisa's words.

Annisa who was still in the courtyard, looked at me in surprise.

“Why is the motor?” ask him while walking closer to my position.

“No idea, even though the engine and electricity are not problematic.” I answered while scratching my head that was not itchy.

“That, loh Mas gasolinenya out” said Annisa with a laugh.

“Allahuakbar, yes right. Until forgot to see the gasoline needle.”

Shame it feels, due to daydreaming along the road earlier, to not realize that the motor gasoline runs out. I grumbled in my heart, nagging myself that was not meticulous.

“Is there a fuel salesman near here? Pertalite or Pertamax?” I asked Annisa, a little pessimistic because her house was in a village quite far from the City.

“Nothing, Mas. The nearest one is just a gas station at the intersection of the road there, next to the gate of this village. It's about a kilometer. If Mas noticed, before here must have passed the gas station.”

I'm guessing, Annisa's answer must be so. Because indeed as far as I can see, the road leading here is only a small road and each side is the home of the residents only.

“How to proceed, yes? It is impossible to push the bike there. Far away solanya.” I exhaled a long breath while glancing at Annisa.

It seems he understands my turmoil.

“Motor Nisa is also being used Ummi, Mas. Do you mind waiting? Soon Ummi comes home, let Nisa ask you to come to Ummi to buy her fuel.” Nisa gave me a solution because she knew I was confused.

“Alright, if possible, Mas wait Ummi only.”

We sat on the bench in silence. There was no conversation between me and Annisa. So quiet.

“Nisa new 18 years right, yes?” I want to break the silence between us.

“Iya, Mas.”

“What a problem is married to Mas who is 25 years old, even soon 26 years old. Our age is far adrift, later you can say friends that you marry Om-om”

I tried to shake Annisa's heart and hope she would change her decision to marry me.

“Life, not a benchmark for judging humans. Many are old, but little is good. Many are still young, but are complacent with their age, and busy with the promiscuity that is forbidden, under the pretext of being young. Nisa and Ummi, measuring from her sholihannya, measure from her chivalry, and judge from how she treats her parents. God willing, these criteria are in Mas Rizki. Nisa believes whatever Ummi.” chooses

Annisa's words struck my heart a little. So soft he was, far from the city girl I often saw around there.

Ummi and Nisa's assessment of me was far from expected. They accepted me sincerely, as is.

Meanwhile, I only made Annisa an escape from my failed love story.

“What if Mas does not meet the expectations of Nisa and Ummi?”

That question made Annisa look at me. At first glance, our views meet each other. But quickly, Nisa again lowered her gaze.

“Nisa is too. If there are many shortcomings, then we learn to complement each other. If Nisa does not meet Mas Rizki's expectations, Nisa will try to fulfill it while Nisa is able to. Same with Mas. Nisa did not expect anything. Everything Nisa heard about Mas, was the words of Mas's own parents, the ones who know us the most, were her own parents. That is why, Nisa and Ummi believe. Regardless of it all, completely, Nisa leave it to Allah.”

My heart trembled at her every answer. This girl, she's young, but her mind is all grown up.

Not long after, Ummi also came with a small jerry can filled with motor fuel that Annisa had ordered by phone.

After talking to Ummi for a while, I went home. Because it has been a while, especially Mother and Father are busy harvesting in the field, I have to go home to help them.

On the way home, I looked back at Annisa's every word. If contemplated, Annisa's words have many words quite plump to ponder, especially for people like me.

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