Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Surprise Invitation
A few months later, Arsyila is now six months old. Growing optimal, Arsyila can already roll to the right and left, even the beautiful baby can also learn to sit. Arsyila's behavior also made her parents more anxious when the baby issued a typical babble and while clapping with a big smile on his face.
In the afternoon after returning from the office, Radit was always happy to be welcomed by his wife and child who grew every day. Meanwhile, the routine of every return home from work remains the same, namely bathing first before holding baby Arsyila.
Making sure he was clean, then Radit would approach his little daughter. However, this time something different, Radit approached his wife and children with a brown invitation in his hand.
"Honey, we have an invitation" he said, handing over the wedding invitation to his wife.
Khaira also seems interested. After a long time, only this time he got a wedding invitation. "Well, a wedding invitation? Who is this from, Mom?" she said as her hands stretched out to accept the invitation given by her husband.
Khaira's eyes puffed up instantly when she saw the initials of the name in front of the invitation cover. "Yes ... Sis Dimas with Metta? Seriously?" khaira asked as if she could not believe it.
Radit who was holding Arsyila just nodded his head and laughed. "Yes .. Seriously Dear. Two weeks to go for the prescription." she replied.
"Can we do it anyway? Where Metta never told me the same" he said as he opened the wedding invitation.
Radit smiled and saw his wife's expression. "Everyone has their own secrets that are reluctant to be shared with others. They just talked after all for sure. Dimas aja also not the same story I loh, even though I am his best friend. But Dimas went to my office. He told me a little bit."
"Where is the story Mas ... dong's story" he said with a face that showed enthusiasm for the story about his best friend Metta and Dimas.
"Sun dong first, I'll tell you later." seduced Radit while his index finger pointed at his lips.
Khaira laughed too. "Isshhh .. if the pinter mode is very. Arsyila Darling, tomorrow if big hopefully can a husband who is not much mode yes. Let Papa you be the fashioner of the world."
Radit was shocked to hear the words of his wife to his six-month-old son. "Just look for one like Papa, Arsyila Darling ... Because, Papa it's just love your Mama" he said with a laugh.
Khaira could only shake her head listening to her husband who had such a high level of confidence. "Ceritain dong Mas." she said as she winked at her husband.
"So they began to close after nengokin Arsyila was dear .. At that time I was just joking and just chattering so they married because they wanted to be Arsyila as a daughter-in-law. After that, it turns out they tukeran mobile number. Keep getting closer. Dimas also wants if you are serious about getting married, no need to date too long. After marriage can get to know each other, halal courtship right." Radit told a long story to his wife.
"O .. so. I'm thankful my best friend will eventually sell out too. You know, I'm relieved. You see, Dimas is good. I'm sure he'll be a good husband and priest to Metta. Adults too." said Khaira sincerely.
"So I'm not good and mature like Dimas, honey?" he said as he looked at Khaira deeply.
Feeling that her husband was seeking attention, Khaira hit her husband's arm. "Nyebelin really Mas .. for sure, you are the best husband, Imam, and Papa for me and Arsyila. There is no medicine. Steady soul." said Khaira as she lifted her two thumbs up for her husband.
"Thank You Honey .. I'm not that good, but I try every day to be a good and useful person for you and also Arsyila" he said while rubbing Arsyila's hair.
Khaira smiled too. "In this house, you remain an idol for both of us Papa. We both idolize Papa at home, right?"
While Arsyila just sat and chattered furiously by playing her saliva.
"When I used to say with Metta that he approached Tama. He said Tama contacted him several times. Yeah, I think just approach. I ask him to be worthy of Allah. Bringing his name in prayer. It turns out that now, Metta will be the same Kak Dimas. I'm more relieved anyway. Kak Dimas will definitely take care of Metta" said Khaira who made her husband respond by paying attention to her.
Radit smiled too. "The fool is a mystery from God, my dear. Sometimes it does not pursue A, but God gives another soul mate. But I believe that if God unites, God wills, that is what happens. The way God brings people together is so beautiful, like the way He brings us together. No one knows who we are. You seem to be my soul mate. The woman I've known since I was a kid. Likewise with Dimas and Metta, just meet here and maybe cross paths when you go to college, in fact they will soon be together. The mystery of God is not, but when He unites it all will feel beautiful, dear."
Khaira nodded her head. "Again .. I also thought so. I did not expect that even though we were betrothed since childhood, after marriage I had hated you, I had gone far, but God who had outlined the two of us together, His will that happened. More grateful because God also ridhoi us both with the existence of Arsyila. He must have made us learn more together, so parents to Arsyila."
"Amin .. May our prayers and hopes be granted by Allah, dear" Radit said, holding Khaira's hand.
"So, we'll go to Dimas and Metta's wedding?" again Radit asked his wife.
Khaira immediately nodded her head. "Come dong, cook your own best friend's wedding did not come."
"Arsyila want to be invited or entrusted to Father and Mother, dear?" ask Khaira again.
"What do you think Papa is? Do we take Arsyila or do we have her at Grandma's or Pa's Eye?" Khaira asked her husband.
Radit seemed to think before answering Khaira. "When Ijab Qoubul Father Wibi and Mother Ranti came anyway because Dimas also gave an invitation for Father and Mother. We take the ijab Qoubul yes .. later the recipe, we send Arsyila to Anyangnya. How's it?"
Khaira nodded her head. "okay ... Agree Papa. Arsyila, two weeks with Mama and Papa to the wedding of Om Dimas and Aunty Metta huh...."