The Door of Destiny Removing Single
Episode 15's

MEET A BIG FAMILY

“I wait for parking,” incoming message from Hafiz. As an order to me, I rushed towards the parking lot. Hafiz with his car is ready to wait for me. After I got in Hafiz's car immediately drove forward. At first glance I feel awkward, of course because of last night when Zaky picked me up. I thought Hafiz would get angry and cancel today's event. Apparently not.

The distance of Hafiz home to our workplace if taken by motorcycle, about 30 minutes, can be longer if by car. I hesitated to start a conversation, but Hafiz just fell silent and focused on the road.

“The clothes I use at home you just tar, all nebeng bathe”, I open the conversation while paying attention to the look on Hafiz's face. Flat and quiet. That's what I like about him, calm down. But this time it seemed to somehow contain a threat.

“Iya, later you can borrow Lala” room, Hafiz replied flatly.

It's really crisp. If Hafiz doesn't talk much, I feel ordinary. I don't know this time, I'm really uncomfortable. It was as if the guilt of ignoring him and making him second choice after Zaky, was a real sin. The truth is so.

“Sorry to me yes,” I finally ventured. Hope Hafiz this time can forgive me, just like the days before.

“For?”, Hafiz asks back.

This question has succeeded in making me confused. I need to explain again. Explain my guilt for him, because he was with Zaky yesterday. Then where's my fault, Zaky my lover. It must be a natural thing. While Hafiz ???? We are not bound by any relationship. Though in fact, he was the one who grabbed my hand when I fell. Should I explain.

“I think I deserve to be jealous. If what you ask for is sorry, yesterday you went with him. I'm a normal guy De, got jealous, got angry too. My jealousy isn't for people's wives either. I don't think it's a problem”, Hafiz's stern answer makes me feel ashamed. What kind of woman am I, toying with one man's heart to get medicine for the wounds of another man.

“I'm really sorry”, back I repeat the same sentence because it's all I can do.

“I am not jealous because you are with him, I am jealous because you are still willing to be sick for him......”, said Hafiz.

I fell silent, justifying Hafiz's words while deepening my guilt towards Hafiz. So deep was Hafiz's feelings for me, that even when his heart was hurt, what he had set up was still about me. Thank ye. I'm sorry I can't love you yet.

Hafiz pulled the car over, I'm confused it's still not at his house. We stopped in front of a baby shop. OH!!!!

How can I forget, isn't today his nephew's show. I haven't prepared a gift yet. Hafiz, you are a dream. Even this kind of detail, it doesn't go unnoticed. How happy your wife will be, and it doesn't seem to be me.

We finally arrived at Hafiz's house. Hafiz deliberately invited me through the side door, because indeed some guests had come. I was a little surprised, it seemed like this event was beyond my expectations.

the rest is invisible.

Hafiz seemed to be preparing a prank for me this time. It's out of his habit. How could I come to school with this kind of look. Oh wait a minute, won't I bring the batik that Hafiz has prepared. But still lacking, the veil !!!

Lala greeted me behind the door of her room. Hafiz left me with him and he himself immediately prepared. Lala is the youngest sister of Hafiz, still studying semester 6 at a state-based Islamic campus. Beautiful and also cheerful. As I recall the last time I met him, even a few years ago, Lala still followed Hafiz around. I even thought she was his girlfriend.

Not long after I had finished wearing the batik clothes that Hafiz had bought. I hesitate to borrow a veil on Lala. Even though I saw a row of veils that I had seen in his room. For a moment I tried to organize the sentence, while continuing to polish my face. But suddenly Lala approached to hand over a small package of light blue. I opened it and ..there's a pastel-colored hijab inside. Lala said it was a gift, a friendship gift.

I smiled and thanked him. Even if I'm not sure it's really from him. It could be Hafiz's way of giving me the veil, so I wouldn't be offended of course. I admit that I rarely use a veil, unless there are special events in the office. I just put it on my neck as an accessory.

This time I am very grateful to Hafiz. Lala helped me use it, wearing a hijab was not easy for me. I'm actually embarrassed. At this age, I was still reluctant to close the aurat properly.

“As long as it covers the chest, it is enough. Most importantly comfortable to wear too,” Lala pinned the pin on my chest, to sweeten the look of my hijab.

“Thank you,” I replied. I see the mirror, I'm pangling. As if I saw another me. I like how I look today. Lala immediately took me out of the room to the living room, there were her parents and some relatives. It turns out that this is not just an ordinary aqiqah event, but also accompanied by a public lecture which is certainly attended by many people. I'm nervous. Basic Hafiz! This prank really keeps me from picking.

“Cantiknyaaa...”, Hafiz's mother welcomed me and I felt ashamed of her making. Immediately I kissed the back of his hand and then greeted the others, except the different types. Hafiz's family is religious, from the few stories I've ever heard of hafiz, his father is a graduate of pesantren, it's appropriate if all this time I almost never saw Hafiz absent from his prayers. Apparently he grew up in a thick environment with religious overtones.

I really feel awkward. I looked in several directions, but Hafiz didn't show up either. Until finally I saw Hafiz walking towards me while carrying the gift that had been prepared before we got home. Hafiz gave me the gift to hand over to his nephew. We joined the Hafiz family. Honestly I was nervous, but Lala from earlier did not move from my side. Apparently Hafiz had already predicted this, therefore assigning Lala to accompany me.

The show went well and I followed the show until it was over. I don't know why I feel so comfortable today. Being among the friendly people, Hafiz's extended family is one of the reasons. In addition, when participating in the study, Ustadz who was invited to fill the event also gave advice that hit me in the heart.

The advice delivered without this patronizing impression, it makes me motivated to improve myself. In his talk, he said that the woman was a very special person in every span of his life. Began to be a special little princess. A very excited teenage girl. A special woman who throughout her life after becoming a wife, will focus on family happiness. The way of heaven for women is also more wide open. Because later after marriage, what the husband likes is the source of the reward field for the wife.

It was beautiful sentence by sentence that I got in that study. Again, thank you, Hafiz. Thank you, for the umpteenth time for grabbing my hand. So I don't have to feel lonely and down here, in the room where Zaky left me in grief.

Should I change my heart this time??