Ustad, Marry Me!
Chapter 1

...Don't rush into bad thinking, because the good will come at a good time too, still very hard even though sometimes reality is not like what we imagine...

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A pair of brides were sitting lined up in front of the pengulu and the bride's parents,

"Are you ready?" ask penghulu to a man who is wearing a typical white wedding dress with a necklace of jasmine flowers hanging around his neck,

The bride is no less beautiful with a white kebaya and a long headscarf behind her to dangle to the floor.

Behind them sat a row of relatives who were deliberately invited to witness their marriage, no exception with both parents of ustad Zaki who did happen to exist in Java while Ustad Zaki himself was forced to not be able to come because he still had to take care of his wife.

"Ready!" answer ustad Farid so loudly.

"Just follow me sir!" said pak penghulu while guiding Mr. Suroso.

"I married you Farid Ramadhan bin Dadang with my daughter ayu anindita with the dowry in cash!"

And quickly iftad Farid recited the words of Mr. Suroso.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Ayu Anindita binti Suroso with the dowry paid in cash!" ustad Zaki managed to recite it with just a single breath.

"Bhhhhh!" the voice echoed in a mosque located in one of the small villages in Tulungagung district.

"Alhamdulillah!"

Both Ustad Farid and the bride immediately clenched her palms to her face.

The prayers of the elders accompanied their marriage, and in Aminin all who came, the marriage was welcomed by all who came.

What an unexpected marriage, crying must be from the parents of the girl who just let go of her time of solitude, they really did not expect if it turned out that his daughter could be paired with the son of his friend who had not met for a long time.

A few years ago, precisely when he decided to move to Tulungagung for marrying Tulungagung girl, Suroso had said to Dadang, his best friend since childhood, Suroso had said, if he has a daughter, he wants to match his daughter with his friend's son.

When he lived in Tulungagung, his best friend already had a three-year-old boy named Farid.

And in fact years passed, had terbesit desire to return to visit his friend and continue his plan because he already had a daughter and a boy, but his busyness makes his intention was always delayed.

Especially after marriage, Mr. Suroso's parents died so like there is no reason for him to visit Bandung again.

But in fact, if you are a mate, no matter how far apart God will reunite in a beautiful way we never even expected.

Twenty-five years later, they are reunited in a beautiful way.

"Finally we're really made up, Dang!" said Mr. Suroso while hugging his best friend,

"Come on So, Thank God! I didn't think we were really bad!"

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My name is Ayu Anindita usually called Anin, I was born to a family of farmers in one of the villages in east Java precisely in Tulungagung district, he said, even so I am not like the village girls in general who are obedient and hobby in the rice fields or choose to chain to the city and satisfied with just graduating Junior High School or High School.

Not because of the prestige of going to the rice fields, but I feel I have no interest in the rice fields, I aspire to be a businessman even though my father and mother are excellent farmers.

Father is not a rich farmer, but his rice fields can be used to finance my school until I graduate from college. I'm really grateful that you didn't force me to drop out of school like my female peers. Most of them are married and become housewives, they decided not to continue until high school or college.

Like most Javanese girls, at my twenty-second age. According to them, the age of twenty-two is mature enough for girls to build a household.

Yes, as you know, even girls my age already have two children. And it certainly worked to upset my parents, my father and my mother.

Moreover, the neighbors who have started talking about me, they think it is not important that the girl is well educated, as long as she can cook, and take care of the house is enough.

Yeah, and I bravely went against the tide. I was lucky that my parents were democratic. They do not impose their own will in determining the future of their children.

But in fact the onslaught here and there wasn't strong enough to hold back the fort that my parents had made, and what I was worried about was coming too. My mom and dad started talking about soul mates when I finished my graduation.

"Sir, father Karo your mother wes mutusne (Father and mother have decided)!"

My current feelings are completely out of whack, I can already guess what they will say. I promised them that I would get married after college and maybe now they'll pay for my promise.

"Saiki your crew wes pass, wes wayahe koyok seng tok janjekne neng ibuk Karo your father Yen Kowe gelem tak rabekne (Now you have graduated, now you have graduated, it's time as you promised your mother and father if you want to get married!"

This time it's true, maybe I can't avoid getting married. But I still have a choice, I have to find a husband who is ready to accept his wife not only in the house, so he must also have a minimum education with me.

I do not want after marriage to stay at home, take care of the house, take care of the husband, take care of the children and wait for the husband to come home. I want to be able to work, to make my own money.

"Sign up, buk. Anin's ready to get married, but there's a condition!"

"What are the conditions?" ask father. My father was not a man so colonic that he would not listen to the opinions of children.

"Njengan nikahne Kulo kaleh tiyang jaler krank gadah seng duwur, supoyo menjang saget mimbimbuk Kulo dados wife krank sae dunya laan endiate (you (which in fine chromo language is aimed at older people or respected) marry me with a person a man who has high knowledge, so that later can guide me to be a good wife of the world and the hereafter)!"

Of course it is quite difficult to find such a man in our village, most of them men prefer the highest school to High School and manage the rice fields, if anyone reaches college, they will choose to get out of the village and choose life out there. And definitely looking for a soul mate from the outside as well.

"Alright, you'll try to find. If you find him later, you have to agree (You have to agree)!"

"Ngggeh sir (yes sir)!"

I am not a religious man, I am not a religious man but I still have the ideals of success in the afterlife.

I'm hijabed, like most other hijab-wearing people, I only wear hijab when traveling at home I still like to wear knee-length shorts or sleeveless negligee. I still like to reason hot or complicated when working if wearing long clothes.

But when it comes to my five-time obligation, God is even though it is often not focused. At least I did my duty.

I'm starting a business right now, the capital of the knowledge I learned during school and and also because in my village the material is quite a lot. Cassava chips, taro, banana.

I also hired three permanent employees, not because I had enough money because my business had only been running for a few months and the results were still thin. But I have employees because I can't do it alone.

One special employee harvested cassava, picked bananas or harvested taro, because I deliberately bought from the farmer's field to make a profit but the problem is I can't harvest myself so I need workers.

The second and third workers, specifically for cooking and packing, yes even for my recipes that are made because if I myself are cooking and packing will take a long time.

And the job is only marketing, not like big companies that just put ads and many orders.

It's the same, I also placed an ad but not so the concept, life is full of struggle. Just like that motto, life is full of struggles. Then I have to fight to get customers. I offer my chips from stalls to stalls, from restaurants to restaurants, to restaurants.

And the result, satisfying? Quite satisfying. Of the hundred stalls that I offered, there were ten stalls that allowed me to leave chips, even though they were without spending capital.

Yahhhh, how else. Life is full of struggle.

At least with that sale, I could give three people a job, sustain their family life, pay for electricity, gasoline and credit myself. For the rest I hope the voice when later I can help finance my sister's school.

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