Thaha
The Other Half of Religion

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I was sitting in the middle of the bed, cradling my beloved advanced flat object on the screen with a brief bio about him

I began to peruse, trying to recall every piece of information contained there, maybe I would find something that would further strengthen my heart over the choices I would make tomorrow morning

not tomorrow, more precisely one hour will reverberate at dawn, O Allah even to sleep this eye as if reluctant

Louis Aslan, The name is listed on the first line and looks striking from the surrounding verse, the thick print seems to show decisiveness and courage, very reflective of his name, Aslan, Lion...?

as I remembered the meaning of the name, a figure flashed through my mind, the brave lion of the Bani Quraysh, Hamzah bin Abdul Muttalib, Asadullah, the lion of Allah

if he had the courage of the lion in defending Islam, and had his dexterity in quelling the slack, that would have been great

my eyes saw something very strange in the data, I even rubbed my eyes to make sure what I saw

"25...? seriously...? brondong dong"

I even said it a little louder than I should have whispered in my heart

yes Forgive! I didn't think he'd be easier than me, I even thought he was older than me,

this is a new challenge for me, how can I appreciate it and respect it, with an easier age than me...?

o Allah, the one thing that I fear the most will happen, I fear forgetting my status as a wife when angry and even underestimating her, O God amit-amit, however she will be my husband, he said, which means that his position is as my priest, a man whom I must respect and obey as long as he obeys every commandment of God and when the commandment he commands is not a matter of error

"ok, Zu age is not a problem, Rasullullah is even easier than Khodijah's mother and he is able to honor the Prophet with Love and sincerely because of Allah

at least although I could not do charity like Khodijah's mother, I could learn from her, because I loved her and tried to imitate her charity"

I almost commented on every line in the electronic sheet, and none of those lines made me not stroke my chest, except the first row

I even have to be surprised by the long line of titles, Allah, Alim, how can at such a young age have received titles so far...?

I can't even imagine how he had to spend his youth accompanied by thick books, which was even when I opened them on the first page, a few hours later I would find the book already holding my head, and remain open on the first page I opened it, just imagine I was already horrified myself, how did he live it...?

I could hear the chants of the dawn reverberating with great melody, every tone that bounced as if to seduce me hastening to meet my beloved, with the Lord of the Worlds, with the Lord of the Worlds, The Lord of this quiet and quiet morning

not wanting to delay my encounter, I hurried to take ablution and walked towards the small mushollah located next to the living room

Rama has sat in his solemn dhusir, it means Rama has performed Sunnah qobliyah prayer at dawn, while the mother is carrying out Sunnah prayer

I unfurled the shabby tapestry that always accompanied my every bow, Rama would not begin the Fajr prayer before me and my mother finished performing the dawn qobliyah, the habit had even started before I could remember when it started and became a habit

finished with my usual dawn routine, I heard the clink of the bell louder than I should have, either because the atmosphere was still quiet or it was just my feeling, one thing was for sure, one thing, as the clink of the bell greeted my sense of hearing, my heart skipped a beat, even I could hear her beating faster than she should

I stepped towards the room, no, I did not intend to open the door and it was not my custom to welcome guests

not because I was arrogant but the mother who used to get used to it, he said so that if the guest was a man, his guest did not need to keep his eyes down for too long, cut his neck. sometimes when I hear the reason it makes me smile on my own, when the real reason is because the distance of my room with the door is quite far, because the position of my room is located near the dining room, I occupied the main room on the ground floor while mother and Rama occupied the main room on the second floor

shortly after I finished wearing the veil my mother came and asked me to join Rama in the living room.he had already come, and hopefully my answer will be the answer of every do'a that bounces in the third of the night

"Zu is ready....?"

mother asked back when I was at the door

"Holy God Ma'am, Zu is ready, Bismillah"

I stepped in tightly holding the hand of my mother who was always beside me, this great woman who always gave me love and gentleness, not just because I was her biological daughter, but it was because of his love for God that made him love me sincerely and educate me patiently, for God commanded me so, and I wanted to follow that example

he was there, sitting in front of Rama with in his flank a woman and a man with a typical European face, maybe they were his father and mother...?

no wonder his face is very European it is indeed European, yes cook the face of European native Indonesian....?

seeing it makes me wonder, how can he embrace Islam....? what made him embrace Islam...? maybe if I had a chance I'd ask later

the woman with her curiosity, isn't that a common thing...?

I overheard Rama's conversation with him as my feet approached them

"Rama knows, Louis came here to propose to Zu, but before Rama wanted Louis to see Zu first, Islam destroyed for men who wanted to marry a woman to see him first

"If one of you wants to marry a woman and will marry her, then let him see some of what will encourage him to marry her." (HR Ahmad and Abu Daud)

if after Louis sees Zu and Louis willing to continue, then we will continue this marriage procession, but if after Louis sees Zu and is not willing to continue then we will stop the process, he said, and of course after we heard Zu's approval, Zu came here"

my mother and I stepped closer and sat next to Rama with bowed faces, although I had seen it at a glance at the mosque yesterday does not mean I am free to see it at will, especially under the pretext we will get married soon, even though the aqad between him and Rama has not been spoken

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh, Atiya Az-Zuhruf"

hearing the greetings from him first made me slowly raise my gaze, and dare to look at him directly, with an uncertain feeling I answered his greetings, greetings are like the initial steps that will open the next stairs

"wa'alaikum salam warohmatullah wabarokatuh, Louis Aslan"

my tongue feels foreign when I say his name, this is not because he is a foreign citizen, but because of the uncertain feeling that feels foreign in my heart is the cause, a foreign feeling that seems to accompany every word spoken

"how, Louis...?"

Rama continued, cutting off eye contact between me and him, and I quickly hid my face with a deep bow

O Allah like this is the feeling that arises when looking at the opposite sex.?.?, it is appropriate that God commands us to lower our gaze, because really the first sight is rizki, while the next view comes from Satan.

because the next view will be a little more turbulent, either a sense of awe or the opposite, sara compares which is better between him we see or the other "he"

"Bismillah, may Allah be Ridho, in his God Louis will continue in the next process"

he replied steadily even the slightest bit I did not hear any hesitation in his tone

"Zu, how...? is Zu, willing to accept Louis' proposal...?"

hearing Rama's question, I looked at Rama with a timid smile, for some reason I was embarrassed to say out loud that I also agreed to continue the process

as if Rama was able to catch my answer, Rama turned his gaze to Louis and continued

"the silence of a woman is the answer, In the Lord if Zu ridho, we are also parents with Zu's decision"

"Alhamdulillah"

"thank God"

all those inside the room exclaimed simultaneously, even I could feel some relief enveloping the room that was previously a little tense

"alright if so, does Louis have any questions before we head to the aqud venue....?"

Rama again asked Louis, because indeed we have not had the opportunity to know each other directly, we only know the general thing about our biodata through electronic sheets that I read last night

"God willing for now Louis has no questions for Zu, if Zu, there is something to ask....?"

when I heard his question, I spontaneously looked at him, God is Robbi, not that I have no questions, even from so many questions in my mind until I was confused which one I should ask first

until two questions that I thought were very important questions, I was hopefully anxious to ask him

"with what will guide Zu in our household in the future, and what will be given to Zu and Zu's son later..?"

I was worried that I was waiting for the answer, what if the answer was not appropriate....? it is impossible for Zu's marriage to be annulled, if Zu cancels it yes, O Allah, the doubt is back to entwine very strongly in my mind and heart

this is the so-called ordeal before marriage.....?

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