Rahman Bin Rahimah
CHAPTER 2
Even at night, birdsong welcomes a bright morning.
Rahimah was ready with a bag of clothes, waiting for the arrival of a friend who would pick her up, she said, deliberately they go early in the morning to be able to attend a friend's ijab khobul during their school later in the day and the wifehat much longer before the evening attend the wedding reception.
Soraya after graduating High School he moved to Bandung following the Mama who remarried with a tea garden owner, did not expect stepfather Soraya very good. He and his sister also resumed higher education, Soraya met with a son of a hospitality entrepreneur while studying in Bandung. They also formed a love during their time together in college, not expected before the day of graduation he was proposed by his lover.
Both of her boyfriend's parents want them to get married soon after their graduation. It is too fast, but He does not matter, He is ready for self-awareness and without pressure. He had always wanted to marry young and even the mother had married much younger than him at the age of 18 years.
"Tin .. tiinn ...." Rahimah moved from her seat to the terrace, seen the car that will take them to Bandung already parked in the yard of her house that is not too big.
In the lyrics the watch has shown 06:30 minutes, his friend got out of the car to ask permission to Mr. Ramlan to allow Rahimah to go with them to Bandung.
Actually, not only they were invited to Soraya's wedding, all other Soraya classmates were invited, but others did not want to fight together with the Rahimah. But the exception for Nurul and Dinda they are close friends as well as Soraya, they can be said to be more familiar.
"Assalamualaikum" Nurul and Dinda said.
"Wa'alaikumussalam ..." Reply Rahimah.
"Are you ready?" tanya Nurul who is anointed Rahimah.
"Wait a minute, I'll call you Dad first? You sit down first," said Rahimah moved in, they sat waiting .. before long appeared Rahimah with her Father who was directly in the salami of Nurul and Dinda.
"Sir, I'm allowed to go first?" pamit them to Mr. Ramlan who was given a wish by Mr. Ramlan.
"Be careful, don't forget to tell your father when you arrive."
"Hi son, be careful if driving do not speed," now Mr. Ramlan turned to give advice to the driver.
"Superior." He smiled in a friendly manner while slightly bowing his head.
They left after greeting Mr. Ramlan, the journey began by reading the basmalah. Because today is Sunday so the road is not too jammed, it only takes 2.5 hours of travel they have arrived at the hotel.
Because the Marriage Certificate will be carried out in the Mosque near the bride's house, so they decided to go to the hotel first so they can store their clothes bags then they went to the place of the Marriage Certificate.
Due to so many invited guests, all hotel rooms where the wedding reception will be held later tonight are full, even though they have booked rooms from far away days before D-day via Travel*ka, but they still didn't go to the room. As a result they booked a room in another roulette that is still nearby.
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When they arrived at the terrace of the mosque, the sound of the instructions of the ruler to give nasehan wedding to the bride and groom. It also seems that the tausyiah given had walked in half, they entered slowly .. seen a pair of brides sitting next to each other in front of the ruler.
"Marriage is not just the end of a relationship, but the beginning of the union of men and women who are tucked into an important commitment. Marriage unites two different creatures of God It is this commitment that makes a marriage last until old age. You have promised to live your life before God, so keep that commitment. So, every time you want to divorce or have an affair, remember the commitment you have made" said Pengulu.
"Males are dominated by logic. While women, more exposed to his feelings. Not to mention family background, education, environment, and so on. So rare or impossible, in marriage it instantly fits, exactly. There is always a lack of.” The guests are listening more and more, so are the Rahimah and friends.
“The job of the husband is to protect the wife. Make the wife comfortable with our presence as husband. The husband was a priest at home. That is why he knows best where his household is being taken. Husband and wife must be able to formulate the vision of his family taken where. Of course, all refer to al-Qur’an and as-Sunnah. There are rigid rules there. Nak Zidan has to learn from it,” said the penghulu looked at the groom.
"The key to successful relationships is communication. Make sure the wife always builds good communication with the couple. If there are problems, either in your family or child problems, you should talk to your husband. Do not hide anything from the husband because if he knows from others, it could be a trigger for a fight. If the relationship wants to last, minimize all the possibilities that can cause a fight."
"~Pebbles~ in marriage is common. However, if not completed to completion, ~gravel'~ can be ~ big stones~ that damage your household and your partner. Immediately solve every problem that occurs in the household, no matter how trivial it is. Talk about the opinions of each party and try to find a solution. Every problem there must be an original solution from you to let go of each other's egos."
"So as a priest, Nak Zidan must try to solve all those problems fairly and compassionately. If it turns out that it can not be finished as well, ask for advice to murrabi, or ustadz who understand about sharia. In addition, supply yourself by reading Fiqh Munakahat, let me understand about the wedding.”
"Two words are actually very simple. If it is wrong, do not hesitate to say sorry sincerely and instead say thank you for what your partner has done for you. That way, there is no such thing as a long-lasting dispute. As a result, the satisfaction of the relationship becomes greater."
“The husband also has the obligation to provide a living of inner birth to the family. So that the husband, as the backbone of the family, must find a halal fortune for the family. Wife, as the manager who manages the family finances. It is not about a lot or a little, but the main thing is the blessing. Because with blessing, the needs of the family will be fulfilled."
"Inwardly, the husband must create a sense of security and comfort in the family, while making the Qur’ani family. On the other hand, the husband is also obliged to provide biological living to his wife. Everything must be in a draw, and mutual understanding and understanding.”
“Therefore,” pause penghulu. “Make your wife like an angel of heaven, God willing Nak Zidan will be treated as king. Don't be hardik and kasari your wife. Both physically and in words. For the wife always remembers what her husband did to her. Remember, they put feelings ahead rather than logic. Maybe for men it is trivial, but for women it is not.”
“Call your wife by her beloved name, which only you two understand. For example ‘love’, ‘cantik’, ‘mawar’, ‘melati’, and so on.” They start smiling. “Original Carcass Flower Well Nak Zidan.”
The temptation of the penghulu instantly made all the guests laugh out loud.
“God willing, soon Nak Zidan enters the wedding gate. Nak Zidan has fulfilled half of the dien (Moreal Religion). Be a husband and a priest. Which will bring the family not only happy in the world. But who will continue to gather in His land someday.”
"Amen." All guests pray in unison.
"Well, maybe enough until here the advice that I can convey to the bride and groom," he concluded tausyiah.
"Son Zidan is he ready?"
"Witnesses?"
The groom just massed without answering.
"Don't worry Nak Zidan, everyone has experienced it too." Again all the guests laughed.
"Both because the father of the bride has died if her guardian is given to the Uncle. Let's start," said the pengulu.
First the ruler guides the bride to ask the uncle to be the judge's guardian. Uncle first read the two sentences of the creed.
أَشْهَدُ أَنْ لَا إِلَهَ إِلَّا اللهُ وَأَشْهَدُ أَنَّ مُحَمَّدًا رَسُوْلُ اللهِ
(I testify that there is no God to do good to God. And I testify that the Prophet Muhammad is the messenger of Allah.)
بِسْمِ اللّٰهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
(In the name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Merciful)
"Uncle Agus Iriansyah the magistrate," Soraya slowly guided.
"I asked my uncle to marry me. Marry me to Ahmad Zidan Idris... 20% Hospitality shares. and 1 Billion dollars have been provided"
"Ananda Ahmad Zidan Idris bin Ahmad Darman Idris I marry you and I treat you with Intan Soraya Riduansyah bint Alm. Gusti Riduansyah with his mascawin in the form of 20% Hospitality shares and money of 1 Billion paid in cash.” Uncle bride.
"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Intan Soraya Riduansyah bint Alm. Gusti Riduansyah with the mascawine is cash," he said with a single breath and a little blow in hand.
"Huh?" ask penghulu.
"Sahhh ..." answered the witness in unison at the guests' follow.
"Baarakallahu likulii wahidimmingkumaa fii shaahibihi wa jama'a bainakumma fii khayrin."
"Amen."
Zidan also attached the Ring to Soraya's ring finger and vice versa, the applause of the guests accompanied him. Don't forget Soraya kissed the back of the hand of the reverent husband.
Then Zidan's right hand touched Soraya's veil-wrapped crown, his left hand clasped Soraya's right hand while reading Do'a.
"Allahumma inni as'aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltaha 'alaihi. Wa a'udzubika min syarrihaa wa syarrimaa jabaltaha 'alaih." Then kiss the forehead of the woman who is now officially his wife. Long time, he also realized when the ruler berdehem memgaggetnya.
"Ehemm, there are still many guests this .. later on in your room," the guests chuckled, while the couple bowed in shame because they were unconscious in the eyes of the guests present.
Guests also approached to congratulate and do'a may become the family of Shakinah, Mawadah, and Warahmah. Now it is Rahima and her friends' turn to congratulate her.
"Soraya .." call them hysterical together.
"Geez, my goodness, my goodness .. You are so beautiful" Nurul said.
"Thank you for coming here."
"Know this Mas Zidan he's a former hereor I'm on campus," Soraya said. They also get to know each other, and let go of each other because they can meet.
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Somewhere at the same time.
"Welcome Mr. Cristian," Cristian's men welcomed his arrival at the airport.
"Heem," he replied indifferently as he walked decisively, followed by his men.
"How's Tomi?" the question was short when he got into the car, I don't know what he meant but his men already understood.
"They have been walking since this morning, sir, and have not returned," replied the man named Tomi glanced at his master through the rearview mirror hanging in front of him and then back to the fokos on the streets he passed.
Cristian, who was busy thinking about what he was going to do with the woman, suddenly heard a notification sound from his mobile phone and immediately opened it, instantly the look of his face was red and the jaw was hardened.
"B*ngg satt," he said, bringing Tomi's attention back to the rearview mirror and sharpening her hearing.
"How dare they use my money, watch out for you Sherlin" he said, angrily sounding stifled anger. It turns out that the message he received was a notification message to withdraw some money from his magic card in Sherlin's hand.
Upon arrival at the hotel he rushed to his room which had been ordered by Adit, and was led by Tomi to the 18th floor.
"Stay close to them and let me know if they're back!!" he said before he went into the room.
"Good sir." Bend the body and then scoot after the door is closed.
Plopping his body and leaning back, removing the cigarette from its place then Cristian lit a cigarette and began to suck it in, exhaling cigarette smoke violently.
He was releasing the tightness and burden that stuck in his heart, continuing to smoke cigarettes with a wandering mind. Regretting the stupidity He felt, why He only realized now, why not just investigate his lover first. Such questions always repeat and ring in Cristian's mind.
Returning to pick up his mobile phone and opening the message he read earlier on the way, Cristian smiled wryly at reading it.
"Brenggs*kk," means remembering everything He experienced, back sucking the cigarette and exhaling it violently trying to dampen the emotions in themselves to be controlled.
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"Yes Pak smoothly .. we have just returned to the hotel, after from the mosque that he held Akad Nikah," Rahimah explained to reporters
to Ramlan.
(x x x)
"Yes, it's the night before I go to the reception I call you, Father" Rahimah promised.
(x x x)
"Well sir, Wa'alaikumussalam," hung up after hearing greetings from there.
"Who are the clothes you made for us?" Dinda who had wanted to ask but stopped when she saw Rahimah who was calling her Father, and after the phone was dead she immediately asked. Afraid to forget to ask again.
"Haha, haven't I given you yet? Sorry yes I forgot," immediately unpacked the contents of his clothes bag, and out of it three clothes of the same color. Cream-colored, simple plain kebaya models using maxmara materials and plus embroidered accents on the bottom of the kebaya make the kebaya look beautiful. Kebaya pieces with long arms and cover the pelvis, also taper accents on the bottom of the kebaya and kebaya shape that is not fit body cover the curves of the body.
"Waww, that's cool.. I like it, I like it." Said Dinda putting a shirt in front of her body and circling in excitement.
"Where? I also want to see, herein," take the clothes that are thrust Rahimah and do the same thing as Dinda, He was not less excited with her. Rahimah just shook her head looking at him while chuckling.
"Beautifully, it has been able to make our own boutique," said Nurul excitedly, he began to look at calculating the profits from the sales of Rahimah's design.
"Udah deh do not need to be in itung first time ... money," Dinda can already guess what his friend was thinking, college majoring in Accounting makes him always count those who have not been sold, Dinda already guessed, even though the capital does not exist.
"Hehe. but really this. I say I can promote the clothes made by Rahimah in mensos, who knows if anyone is interested and asked to be made. Moreover, the cloth we just take the same Rahimah Father, yes?" he gave advice.
"Yes ... just take it in Mr. Ramlan's shop, what's the payment truck if we don't have capital? Owe that ...? Trus Mr Rahimah want to buy more cloth dapet money from where?"
"It's not that easy, MAIMUNAH...! If you want fromosi in mensos it must be many models ... in terms of color and design, yes time on display only atu?" sulle Dinda looked at him annoyed. Nurul grimaced at his angry friend.
"It's already .. We should do it first." Said Rahimah broke up, if not immediately stopped will be the length of his business, which there they will discuss more thought Rahimah, who agreed Nurul and Dinda.
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