Rainbow Blanketed Clouds
Why Did Dad Choose Me?
“Roof, I'm sorry to have dragged you into this family.”
Rainbow fingers squeezed each other trembling. His head bowed in order to hold the clear crystal that had filled his eyeballs. Instead of being happy on the first night of her wedding, it was an unpleasant surprise that she got.
“All this is our fault as parents. Since childhood, the clouds have been accustomed to being spoiled with luxury. He is not equipped with religious knowledge. As a result, the clouds became uncontrollable. He's a forcible, dissident, rebel and heavy drunk. He likes a free life.”
Falling is rainbow tears. Several times he spoke Istighfar in his heart. It was not a priest who would guide her, instead the husband was like a Cloud that she got. Is this the soul mate that the Creator destined for him?
“But with all that burglary, Clouds someone who is firm in his stance. After completing his education, he refused to join the company of his father and chose to work in another company.”
The rainbow rubbed the wet end of his eyes. Questions are still shackling. Why Fery's father proposed to him. Didn't he have many business relationships with his daughter that were definitely worth his family's social status? The rainbow comes from an ordinary family.
“Why did dad choose me to be Mas Awan's wife?”
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment on his seat. Still stuck in his memory first met with the Rainbow a few months ago, while visiting the house of his old friend. Seeing the girl's polite demeanor and behavior fascinated her. Very different from the glamorous style of some conglomerate daughters of his choice of wife, who had to be betrothed to Awan.
The daydream also broke. Fery's father looked at his daughter-in-law who now looked sad. The man tried to smile despite the bitterness there.
“Since meeting you a few months ago, I decided to ask you to be a daughter-in-law in this family. With a hope, that your presence will become an oasis in the desert. Not only in the life of the Clouds, but also for this family.”
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The rainbow felt limp on his legs all the way to the room. Even the tray containing the porcelain poci he carried seemed to shake. For a moment he stared at the door of his room. Inside was a man who was drunk.
Rainbow breathed a long breath seeing her husband's sturdy body lying on the bed. Fear is instantly creeping. Suddenly remembered a neighbor who also had a drunken husband. Several times she found her neighbor beaten by her husband while drunk.
He sometimes hears a wrenching roar.
“What if he lost control and beat me up? Isn't it usually a drunk with an iron fist?” he thought inwardly.
“Didn't the letter of An-Nur verse 26 mention that vile women are for vile men, and vile men are for vile women too? Good women are for good men, and good men are for good women?”
In a state of anxiety, he went to the bathroom and purified himself.
"God gives one of the worship that can be a guide when the people are worried, namely the prayer istikharah."
The rainbow spreads the prayer mat between the empty spaces facing the qibla.
Uncontrollable, tears trickled down his every prostration.
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The feeling of the rainbow became more peaceful now. He was still sitting on a prayer mat with a prayer beads in his right hand.
Suddenly he felt his body being forcefully pulled and crashed on a soft bed. His eyelids instantly widened. The swift movement of the clouds left him no time to get up. In that instant, the man crawled over his body.
The aroma of expensive perfume from the sturdy body was mixed with the rest of the smell of alcohol that burst forth. The rainbow grimaced as the cloud clutched its arm tightly.
" Who's the one?"
"Lo's my wife, right? Now do your duty as a wife!"
Rainbow breath as if restrained. In his mind he asked, is this the best soul mate God has chosen for him? There was not even tenderness in the attitude or the words of her husband.
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