THE SAD JOURNEY OF LOVE
THE PERIA ICY

I knew my husband when I was working for a fake hair company in my town. At that time I often saw it when I came home and pe +

rgi from the factory. I found him every afternoon and morning in the courtyard of the mosque.

Either sweeping the mosque or teaching children to teach in the same mosque. The calm-looking young man also held his wares during the day during factory break hours.

Still she was calm, a little smile, even though the lady friends at the factory were teasing her. And I never thought, "Ice Man" as soon as the factory friends nicknamed him, became a byword in the factory.

Even some of my co-workers, openly competing for the attention of the "Ice Man". In the morning and evening they deliberately went to work through the mosque where "Ice Man" taught njai.

Their home is clearly in the opposite direction. What came to my mind, they really wasted time and lack of work. Hmm.. strange, to the extent. But they don't necessarily get what they want. I laughed wryly and shook my head.

Tomorrow, the factory is booming. When Ratna, you name it, told me that coming home from work yesterday, she kept quiet - she followed the "Ice Man" all the way home. When some other friend asked, "Where's the house?" Ratna shut up. "it's fine, donk's own business".

Ratna continued her story. At that time he pretended to be lost looking for someone's address. "but before dech, he only talked a little and did not ask to enter. Though I half-deadly followed him," there was laughter from all over the corner of the factory runag. I'm just smiling.

Qodarullah, tomorrow I will leave for work. I was half speeding on my butut bike. Until the moment around the corner, "Gubrak!!" I knew I was lying on the road. While I heard my hit man yelling "Allahuakbar. Bismillah!!" I saw the motor winding. Before he finally jumped up and fell very hard.

For a moment, I realized my surprise. Trying to get up to pull over from the middle of the road. Oh my God, it hurts amazing. But I still forced myself to move on. Because honestly I'm worried about my hitter. He was silent not moving. I saw my bicycle wheel curl like an eight. The saddle went off somewhere..

With a trembling and aching body all over, I hesitated to approach the man. I shook his face down. "Mas, mas, wake up mas?!" my voice was mixed with tears of fear. I looked around, quiet, no one to ask for help. It's lucky he fell by the side of the road so I didn't have to pull him.

I tried to call him repeatedly, but there was no word. Slowly, despite the weight I tried to reverse it. I opened the helmet that was still covering his head and face. Oh my God, that "Ice Man!! Suddenly the world turned, full of stars and black. But I felt excruciating pain in the back of my head and suddenly vomited.

Next I was in the hospital. I saw my hostess at the nursery stage, she was crying looking at me. "The "Ice Man" was there, too. He approached me. "I'm sorry that I hit Mbak this morning. About bicycles and hospital fees, God willing I take responsibility. Mommy's here until she's healed.

I also asked for permission to go to the factory. Sorry, too, I'm the one who notified the boarding house. And if I may know I asked for an address mbak and to ngabari parents mbak. "yes, thank you mas, I do not have parents. I only have two brothers. It is located in Kalimantan and Sumatra. Don't tell me, I'll tell you myself". "Oo.", that's all that came out of his mouth..

That night the "Ice Man" took care of me. The results of the examination last afternoon, I had a mild concussion. When he looked after me, he just sat in the distance. Sometimes I ask what I need and what I complain about.

Sometimes he talks to my old hostess. He lives alone. She was a friend of my mother when she taught at SD. After the father and mother died, our parents were both single children, I lived with my two brothers until they were placed outside Java.

Just the second day at the hospital, I asked him how he was, he just answered short and didn't have to worry about it. When I saw, his arm was full of red wounds that had not been mongering. His face was bruised and his chin bandaged, and the road was limping.

Two nights he slept on the floor, far away at the end of the 1st grade room, and always turned his back on me. It was a bit strange to me, he often threw his eyes away when talking to me... Two months since I left RS, I've never seen her again. But he still left money on Ms. Has, my hostess for my control fee.

Though I did not expect or demand him to constantly treat my treatment. I don't want to burden him, I also know his condition is only a small trade. I kept the money. I have the intention to return it to him one day.

Eight months passed, I had already forgotten that "Ice Man. But through Ms. Has, he still diligently entrust control money. Ms. Has said the man wanted me to fully recover. Really a responsible man. In the middle of the ninth month, my eldest brother called me from Kalimantan.

"Na, someone wants to marry you. He said you know him and he knows you".

"Which man is it?! Dating or being close to a guy is never. Mas Eko must have ngarang dech". I heard Eko laughing across the phone.

"Mas already knows and knows the person. Let's have you take care and I don't think in Kalimantan. Just accept yes, God willing he is good and responsible. He even met you already. Come all the way just ask for your marriage license. Not all men are like that, Na. He's a thousand and one".

There was no reaction from me, my eldest brother continued his conversation. "Believe dech, brother does not just choose a mate for you. Big brother also got accurate information from the person that big brother could trust all along. The person, body and face can also you know..you refuse, sure to mengesa!" Again my brother's laughter broke on the other end of the phone.

My ears were hot and buzzing, I smiled. My heart is so light-flowered. Without waiting for my answer, Mas Eko called the phone.

A month later, Mas Eko and Mas Dwi returned to Java. They took time off to accompany my marriage and become my guardian. Throughout the marriage, I was crying incessantly. I am also grateful to have two sisters who take care of me.

Also Bu Has who always advised me and it turns out he was also the "Informan" Mas Eko and Mas Dwi. He also "promoted" me to my future husband. Do you know who my husband is? It turned out that he was the "Ice Man!!! Subhanallah. Eight months he disappeared apparently took the CPNS test and finally he escaped.

When my factory friends invited, boisterous they, once knew my husband was the man they were fighting for. A lot of pinch on my cheek, gemes lose competitiveness, he said. Ever since I got married, I came out of the factory on my own consciousness.

I know the law of making fake hair and the like from a husband's gift book. With him I also began to hijrah, know the manhaj salaf to this day. In addition, I opened a small convection at home to fill my free time.

We have three funny kids. Miss Has came home a year ago. May Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala repay his good deeds and make our family always obtain sakinah mawaddah warrahmah (***)