The Stain Behind Khimar
CHAPTRE 11
"Marriage is not a game. It is a sacred bond that has been established by the Divine.not only that, marriage is also the longest worship and perfecting half of the religion. "
~ Dhika Dwija Sanjaya ~
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A large house of the usually silent elite complex area sounded crowded. Sanjaya's family just came a few minutes ago to Ida's house. Ida's eyes traced them one by one. Just look like a man with a handsome line and a jaw filled with fine feathers. Looks charismatic with a smile. His wife wears a khimar. It made Ida unable to see her face. The woman wears a brown and khimar robe in matching colors. Looks elegant and soothing.
Nothing else, just the two of them. Didn't her future husband come? Do you want to cancel the match? What about his future sister-in-law who is actually his idol? Dhika Ustad. Didn't he come too? Ida rubbed a rough face. There's a beat in the chest. Don't know what.
"Sorry Damar, my son will follow. Maybe soon he arrived." subconsciously, Ida who heard the chatter in the family room made him exhale violently. If her father asks again, she may refuse. At that time he immediately agreed because he wanted his father to get married. Honestly, he's not ready. Married an eldest son from a respectable family. His eyes peeked out of the keyhole of his room. Staring at Dimas Dwija Sanjaya.
Clearly seen. Her future husband also comes from a family that really applies Islamic values. Religious. Even their youngest son Dhika has become a famous ustad throughout Indonesia, even neighboring citizens also know him.
What's he supposed to do? What if her husband rejects her when he finds out she's not a virgin? Ida clucked in annoyance. His head almost exploded along with the thumping chest.
Ida flinched when Damar. His father called out softly but with firm intonation. It exhales. Trying to reduce the throbbing of the chest. Justifies the location of the hijab that is slightly tilted on the head. Then step gracefully out of the room. Standing before the three people who were sitting leisurely on the sofa.
"This is my only daughter. Huwaida Ayduha." There was a tinge of pride in every sentence of her papa. Makes Ida's heart wince. Feel very humiliated when someone is proud of him. He clearly lost his crown. The crown that has a position parallel to the honor of his papa. Dammar.
"Mashaa Allah, beautiful yes ..." faint soft voice, perhaps because of the hindered khimar. Think Ida. He did not dare to raise his face.
"Who do you call usually?" the question managed to make Ida raise her face. He stared at the pair of shady eyes in front of him. The woman stood on equal footing with him. Her body looks fat typical of mothers. Her long gamis made her look like a wise mother.
"She but mommy is just as common as Ayduha or Ay." Ida put a smile on the woman's reply before her with a wider smile behind the khimar.
"Go to Ay's kitchen, help Bi Ayu prepare our dinner. Soon your candidate will come." Damar glanced at his best friend Dimas. Welcomed the nod with a perfectly raised smile.
Ida walked towards the kitchen with both cheeks blushing. His father's words did not make him more curious how the candidate but he continued to think about his sister-in-law! Thinking of what that handsome old man would come with his brother? Ida shook her head slowly. Throwing out the questions from earlier.
Bi Ayu helped Ida arrange food on the table. One by one the parents sat there.
"It looks like he has come, please Bi Ayu," Damar said with a code to get Bi Ayu to the front of the house. Letting his son-in-law in because there is a faint sound of cars outside.
A sly grin adorns Ida's thin lips. Staring at one chair right next to Dimas which was confirmed to be where his son sat. Only two dining chairs remained. The seat of her and her future husband.
Ida then brought the last meal to the table. Orek chicken he arranged near the plate for his candidate.
"It looks good!" teased his papa while smiling looking at the chicken orek.
"Papa, this is Ida cook specifically for IDA CANDIDATE." Ida emphasized the word candidate without shame. The three old men just smiled.
Ida freezes. In front of him was Dhika. The woman felt her legs go limp. Is Dhika her future husband? It could be that Mr. Dimas' eldest son refused and let his youngest son Dhika take his place.
"Where's your brother Dhik?" the heavy sound of Dimas resuscitated Ida. Then he was embarrassed. His eyes are a little teary. Who is it? Expect Ustad Dhika to be her husband?
"Sister there is a job that can not be delayed Bi, sorry Mr. Damar, I came directly to apologize on behalf of my brother."
"What's wrong. Since you've come come let's eat together." a smile on Damar's face. Dhika felt bad to refuse and then she sat down. His eyes glanced at his future sister-in-law. What he realized was staring at him with eyes that he did not understand.
"Eat it, for you apologize on behalf of your brother. Spend the food made by Ida as an apology. Ida made it special for ...."
"Na'am Bi," Dhika cut off with a friendly smile. Her brother obviously did not like what his sister did so he chose to give up.
Ida's eyes glanced at Dhika with a look of resignation. He hoped that the young man would not be angry. The man with the handsome line was seen to be knitting his eyebrows after eating the chicken orek from Ida. Ida quietly swallowed the saliva and ate without daring to look at Dhika.
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"Didn't you want this wedding?" the heavy sound from behind her made Ida flinch. He tried hard to swallow the saliva and continued washing dishes in the washbasin. He really hoped, Bi Ayu is there at this time. Replacing washing when it is clearly impossible because Bi Ayu has come home this night. He regretted why he did not prevent the middle-aged woman.
"Marriage is not a game. It is the sacred bond that has been established by the Divine.not only that, marriage is also the longest worship and perfecting half of the religion." for the first time Ida heard a lecture directly from her idol.
"Actually why? Doesn't my brother deserve you?" dhika's voice was very unpleasant. He was very disturbed by Ida's apparent attitude to deliberately give a lot of salt and chili powder in the chicken orek. It doesn't feel like it can be described. Terrible and it was aimed at her brother. Dhika then glanced at both her parents and papa Ida who was still cool chatting. He was on guard because he only had permission to go to the toilet. His guess was right, his toilet was near the kitchen so he could scold Ida with a variety of questions on his head.
"Sorry ...." Ida finished washing the dishes. Turned. Looking at his own home. Dare to raise your head.
"I'm not worthy."
"What does antum mean?"
"I am not ... Virgins. I've been naughty and just hijrah." out of nowhere, Ida gave the real answer.
"I'm hina. Hugely. Please don't tell Papa." Ida's voice sounded like a restrained sob. Dhika was amazed when she saw a clear circle fall on Ida's feet. Indicates that the woman in front of him is not okay.
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