WAIT FOR ME AT THE DOOR OF HEAVEN
TAPS. Part 2 Marriage

" If this wind you send to defend me, let me enjoy every gust."

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"Where is Nak Gilang's aunt, beautiful right?" ask Mother later.

I could only bow to my mother's exaggerated remarks in front of a man who was not my muhrim.

"Yes, aunt. She's pretty, but....?" said the man was cut off.

"But why is Nak Gilang?" my Mother asked enthusiastically hinting at her curiosity about the man's half-and-half speech.

With his haughty style, then the man folded his hands together in front of me watching every inch of my body from head to toe.

"The hell she's beautiful, her face is white. But she'd look a lot prettier if her body wrap wasn't as big as a sack of auntie's gunny."

Said the male guest casually scoffing at Vivia for the divine guidance she now wears, the hijab.

"That's an easy problem, Nak Gilang. Later, aunt told Vivia to take off her hijab," said my Mother without feeling the slightest guilt.

"I agree with my son's opinion nih jeng, Vivi would definitely look much prettier if she was dressed like a modern woman today," while glancing and patting the shoulder of his son who was sitting next to him.

The sneers by the scorn they throw right out of his mouth. I was still trying to be patient withholding my anger on my guests, and remained beside my mother even though my eyes occasionally saw the watch on my wrist.

Not far away I stepped my feet away, sayup - I heard Mother say, Mother said,

"So when can we start the wedding?"

My footsteps were immediately stopped, when I heard the words marriage in my Mother said.

"Wait until Vivi takes off the hijab first?" the man said as he looked at Vivia standing not far from them.

Vivia turned and walked towards them, with anger at the tip of the horn and said, "Never, ever, and I will never stay in this dress of my devotion only for the sake of a marriage that is not in the pleasure of Allah. Sorry mom, I won't be able to have this wedding, again sorry mom, sorry." With glassy eyes I ran away from meetings and conversations that I did not expect.

"Oh jeng, sorry then. I did not marry Gilang my son with a young boy whose clothes are very old. Come on, let's just go home. There are still many girls out there who are much prettier than themselves," said Mama Gilang annoyed while rising from her seat and stepping her legs away.

Mother immediately stood up then chased her guest, "But jeng! wait jeng, wait a minute, maybe Vivi's tired again. We're talking about this in a minute, how about tonight?" said Bunda is still trying to match Vivi with Gilang who in fact succeeded the famous company in his city.

However, disappointment and heartache were first instilled in the minds of the two guests that Vivi's words were really logical according to the faith that had just entered into her life.

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Connect (excuse me if it is not fitting words - his words ) is still in the learning stage.

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