The Door of Destiny Removing Single
Episode 38's

AGE, STATUS, AND MARRYING A WIDOWER

We decided to postpone the wedding. An ego in me that is reluctant to give up the career that I have so hard earned. So did Pulan Farhan, who felt that the decision not to allow me to work outside as a final decision in the household.

As someone who has experienced failure in the household, of course, installing a kind of barrier to protect the household is mandatory. This is the Farhan principle. As for me, being a career woman is not just a hobby, but a passion. How can I let go and then exchange it for marriage?

In a study I was faced with the fact that my age was more than enough to get married. By whose size? Surely the norm of life in which I live, states that this age signifies the maturity to marry. Even some of my friends have given birth to 2 children at this age. But again, the measure of each person's destiny achievement is different.

Sometimes what makes it sad is, the fact that around us it is still a common thing to ask WHEN TO MARRY? HOW MUCH IS YOUR CHILD? Without considering that, the question could inflict deep scratches on some people. Some people may still be on their way to get the fate of marriage and have a full family.

Another problem that actually for me is not a problem, is the status of my partner who has previously failed to live the household. But I have never had a marriage. There will always be a talk, more precisely leads to blasphemy. OH TURNED OUT TO BE HER HUSBAND'S WIDOWER……

PANTES….IT IS AN OLD VIRGIN

How evil these statements are to me. Some of them may have experienced it too. Know, this is painful to discuss without knowing exactly the background. After all since when is there a standard rule that virgins should marry virgins and widows should marry widows? Again, it's part of the culture and part of the thinking of certain people.

But as an ordinary human being, these kinds of things just kept bothering my mind. Once upon a time I might be strong, but not at another time. This delay made those thoughts haunt my everyday life.

Seven months after we decided to postpone the wedding, I began to feel the distance between me and Farhan. Maybe if at this time he had started to think of looking for someone who was in accordance with his wishes. Should I go back missing the chance for my marriage, once again?

I decided to take a step. More precisely a rescue for my future. I took my phone and made an appointment to have dinner together. Farhan agreed, but asked that I cook at his house myself. I who intend to improve relationships, it turns out that I have to pass this challenge. Yes, of course this is called a challenge, I am not good at cooking.

An advantage, because some time ago I had time to learn cooking from the Hafiz family. At least I don't need the confusion of differentiating kitchen spices. We agreed, the weekend will take three hours, which we have not done long enough. I honestly miss Farhan. Missed Jasmine anyway.

The promised weekend arrives. Farhan picked me up from the office and we headed to the supermarket to do some shopping. I see at a glance, this cool widower is indeed more alluring. Maybe I should be grateful, among the men I know, he is the most handsome.

For about an hour we ran the supermarket and filled the grocery cart. Farhan helped me to lift into the car. For me it's romantic. If some women would probably take it for granted, not for me. Today I should also be able to show her my romantic side. For some reason, the thought of fearing loss re-inflated and motivated me to defend a Farhan.

Farhah smiled and concentrated on driving her vehicle. I was getting curious, but Farhan gestured for me to be patient to wait for a surprise from him.

After a few minutes of travel, Farha's car stopped at a house that looked more like a villa. Farhan had never previously told me he owned a villa. I followed his steps, and…..

SURPRISE…..???!!!???

My little girl, Jasmine greeted me with a hug. I miss him a lot too. Since Farhan and I had some distance in our relationship, Jasmine and I had to participate. I immediately lowered her from my sling and I kissed her whole sweet face. This little guy misses me a lot too.

Tonight it seems that Farhan deliberately brought me here, the same goal, which is to repair the strained relationship between us. But we agreed not to discuss anything tonight, except just focus on spending time together. Just the three of us, me, Farhan and Jasmine. I'm heading to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

May my hands have a miracle tonight just to prepare a memorable dinner for them both. Fortunately the simple menu desired by them, rendang meat, stir-fry and of course special juice. That's all, but it took a perfect fight from me. Farhan helped me, and so did Little Jasmine.

As soon as the dish was served at the dining table, there was a feeling of worry enveloping me. Does this food taste good? Will they like it? Or quite the opposite.

The first mouthful slid in Little Jasmine's mouth. I held my breath and waited for the expression to come out.

Hemmmmm..kasakan Mommy……

Said Jasmine while scooping back the rendang meat presented in front of her. I'm relieved. Then I continued to look towards Farhan, this time he tried my sauteed vegetables. An expression of enjoying was emanated on his face. I'm so grateful for that.

Tonight we enjoyed a dinner packed with longing as well as a desire to mend a relationship. Hopefully, through the taste that is on the tongue will revive the taste in the heart. Didn't anyone say, from the tongue up to the heart?

Thank God for today. Thank you for easing my way to fix something I don't yet have but I'm already afraid to lose. Hopefully not anymore.