The Journey of Love Habibah..
Purnomo Wedding

Meanwhile Habibah was amazed by the attitude Zelly showed her that day. She's why the hell? How could he be so angry just because I don't have his phone number. He never gave me his cell phone number. Then why should he be so angry? Haiyan.. Whatever.. He muttered while putting his cell phone on his desk. Just put the phone down, the phone rings again. He saw a new number that had not been stored on his cellphone.

" Assalamu'alaykum.." said his greeting when he received the call.

" Wa'alaykumussalam." replied the voice across there. The voice sounded very familiar in his ears.

" You how are you? It's Ririn, I want to tell you that next week I'm getting married to Pur. If you can you attend? We'd be happy if you could be at my wedding." her words sounded so happy.

" It seems I can't come Rin, besides being very far away I've worked here. So can not be careless permission." reply Habibah gave an excuse.

" Well if that's the case, I can't force you either. Just don't forget to pray for us." he said again without burden.

" God willing, I always pray for your happiness. Well Rin, since it's late I want to rest now tomorrow I have to wake up at dawn and work. Assalamu'alaykum.." he said as he closed the call from his friend. His heart ached greatly upon hearing this news, suddenly his tears fell dripping down his cheeks. Although she did not want to cry but somehow her tears still flowed. Even when she was happy, she didn't want to talk directly? Is that how angry he is? He promised to invite me when he got married. But now? He forgot his promise.. He really doesn't want to be in touch with a girl like me anymore. The moaning was roiled, for some reason like losing something on one side of the space in his heart.

Habibah walked towards the large drawer over his clothes and took out a figura whose image had begun to fade. He looked at the photo contained in the figura with a faint heart. The photo was taken five years ago. On the birthday of a school friend. Purnomo then drove himself to his friend's birthday party. And that's where they took photos of both of them. A photo Purnomo gave him as a memento. But now he doesn't want to keep it anymore.

He picked up an old unused newspaper, wrapped the figura in newspaper and wrapped it again with a beautiful star-studded black wrapping paper. After that he prepared to give to Purnomo.

After the morning apple, Habibah did not serve the ramblings of Zelly as usual who was always looking for a reason to be able to argue with him. Zelly felt that the girl was more cuckoo and quiet than usual. He will only talk if he feels he needs to talk and be quiet if he feels he doesn't need to talk. Zelly lost the girl she knew. No one refuted his words and replied to his every scathing word. That day the girl was like a stranger in front of her.

Finally he could only send a short message with his cell phone to talk to Habibah.

" Ashalamu'alaykum.. Why are you today? Are you angry about last night? If so, I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't be mad at you, so don't shut up again if I talk to you? A whisper? Did my words go too far? I'm sorry for the delay "he wrote in the hope that the girl would not ignore him again. Habibah simply read the message sent to him without replying. It's just that he didn't think that someone Zelly could say an apology even if it was just a short message.

After work as usual he immediately took a bath and prayed ashar. Then rush to the kitchen to cook dinner. After the Maghrib prayer he took the figura box that he had wrapped neatly and took it to his parents' house Purnomo. Arriving at the door of Purnomo's parents' house he had time to peck before he finally knocked on the door and said hello. After waiting for a while finally the door of the house was opened by a middle-aged woman.

" Nur, when are you coming home? How can you not play here when you get home?" greet him while hugging Habibah tightly.

" I'm sorry Mom, I came here to take this, I want to return this to Pur mas. Because I can't attend the wedding, I leave this mother here. If he comes home later please tell Pur mas that I can not keep this anymore." he continued again while handing over the figura box that he brought earlier.

" Why don't you want to be my daughter-in-law? Don't you like my son? My son loves you and my father likes you. We hope that you who become our daughter-in-law is not someone else" said the mother while holding Habibah's hand as if not letting her son marry another girl.

" Maybe we are not a match, ma'am, anyone who is a match with the people, God willing, is the best of God. Pray the best for Pur mas and his wife later Ma'am, don't think about the others." said Habibah slowly, actually, the words were not only directed at his mother Purnomo but for himself as well.

" I've thought of you as my son-in-law for a long time, until whenever you will I will consider you as my son-in-law even if you don't marry my son. Look at me you're my daughter-in-law, and one of them don't call me mother anymore but call me mama, dad?" said Purnomo's mother again. His words stifled his chest, he really did not expect if the expectations of the two Purnomo parents to him were very large.

" Okay ma, I'll call mama from now on. But please never compare me to Pur's wife. For me his wife Mas Pur is the best that's why they are a match. I'm still someone else, but I can also think of my family as my own and my mom and dad as my parents." so softly the girl said those words, but so slashing when it gets to heart.

" Behold you are not fooled, happy I am if you can get married" complained Purnomo's mother again as if not mengikhlaskan her son's incompatibility with the girl in front of him.

" Have ma, don't be sorry.. This is God's will. Can't regret it. I am still a mother's child, right? I am also engaged ma, maybe soon I will also marry "comfort Habibah.

" If you're not happy with your husband, and divorce you will you marry my son? If you want, let me talk to him later" said his mother surprised Habibah.

" Ma, pray I'll be happy. Marriage has not asked me to divorce yet? After all, I cannot disturb people's households just for their own happiness ma" said Habibah as gently as possible so that the middle-aged woman was offended.

After returning from the Purnomo family residence, Habibah pondered what had been discussed with his mother Purnomo earlier. God's plan is the most perfect, may you be happy Pur. Do it in the heart.

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