Wife Or Bachelor
Is Anin's Rejection Accepted?
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It seems, the ceramic floor becomes more interesting for me to observe than other things. I still feel like I am in another world. And all you have here is a body, because his soul is trapped.
The application successfully silenced me. Even when my mother asked me if I accepted the proposal I remained silent until my mother was forced to drag me to her room.
Silence and silence are options to do. Mama also chose to be quiet even though she had asked to speak together in the room. But upon arrival in the room, silence surrounded us.
A warm grip reached my hand on the tail after the mother who called.
"Miss...."
I'm still quiet and hope you understand that it's a sign that there has to be an explanation for everything that happened tonight."I'm sorry that mom and dad didn't talk about it first with Anin."
Right, the thing that made me the most angry more precisely very disappointed was the silence of mama and papa as if how the opinion of an Anin-their children was not important. Here I feel that I am the only one alive as a display, because what? There is a mother and father who moves everything that an Anin does in the world.
"Actually, from the beginning of Anin's college mama, papa, father, the same mother has planned to marry you to Aqil. It's just that for one reason or another Mother Aqil proposed that your marriage wait two or three years." My mother guided my face so I could look at her.
I clearly see my mother's guilty face. However, I can see another meaning of his gaze. "Anin believes that, right? That what is this mom and dad doing, just for Anin's good?"
I'm musing. For my good, huh? That right? But why do I always feel that all that is to grant the wishes of both parents alone. If they knew that what Anin had felt during her life was a sense of pressure and never felt like she had a life of her own. The car, even though this is my car, but the one who drives and determines where this car is headed is them. They decide where the car I drive turns. What once, they want to allow me to at least turn in the direction I want?
"Anin would like to accept Aqil's proposal?" Mama stared with a full plea.
Mama did ask, but what came to me was like a form of an order that I had to fulfill.
I tried to break my heart, refraining from shedding tears even though this heart was very painful.
"Ma, if only Anin refused. Was Anin's refusal accepted?" I prepared myself to get a rebuttal or rejection from my mother. Because this is not the first time that happens mama under the guise of asking when the truth is an order. Compulsory for his son to do. And after all, when we her children resisted it would leave a great sense of guilt in us.
Mom's hand is getting stronger on this hand. Mama stroked him slowly, "Anin, you know? Mom and Dad always do what's best for you and your brother?"
"Aqil is a good man, son. Polite and respectful to parents, never abandon his duty as a Muslim whether it is sunnah or obligatory. He will also be very responsible for your household. If the problem is well established or not, mama think Aqil's current job is able to provide you in the future."
I bit my lips with a sense of uneasiness that enveloped my heart. "But Anin is still in school, Ma. Mama and papa themselves who to Anin if you have to graduate school first free to do anything including marriage. So what does that mean now?"
I heard my mom's breath. "Mama and papa have thought this through, son. You can still go to school until graduation even though you are a wife. Aqil and his parents agreed. You you are, son?"
By God, I'm confused. I want to refuse but really, seeing mom and dad sad and disappointed is something I do not want. But this is no small matter. Marriage problems that will last a lifetime. I don't want a divorce. For though God permits divorce, He hates it. There can be no misstep in determining the decision of this matchmaking. Oh God, what is this self to be?
"Anin?" Call mama lirih.
O Allah, it feels unbearable to refuse. But, "Bismilbornrohmanirrohim." My breath feels like it's stuck in my throat. "Yes ma. God willing Anin accepted it." It's been. I hope my decision was not the wrong one.
Seeing the smile on my lips slightly reduced my sadness for this matchmaking. No pa-pa, parental blessing is everything.
"Then we're ahead, huh? They must have been waiting for that."
Mama nods me back to the place in mama papa and the others wait. Not nervous as usual in the feeling of women who are applying, I can not even look at what this heart now feels. Servant of Allah.
Bismillahitawakaltu.
Mother put on a hopeful expression of anxiety as I sat back in the middle of mama and papa. As much as possible, I give a smile to them all. A smile that manages to touch the sensitive side of the heart and invites it to shed tears. But I have to hold on. I have to be strong. And that must be sincere. Trust all to God. At least I never wanted this to happen. But what we want may not be good for us. On the contrary, what we do not want is the best for us. And I try to hold on to that.
"How's it?" Father spoke up again after the silence.
"Miss?" Mama touched my pianist slowly. As I stared, my mother signaled that it was time for me to answer. For some reason, the temptation to give a different answer than what you heard in the room was huge.
"Did Anin take a proposal from Dad's son?" Dad asked back.
Just take Anin's breath, then say the answer. "Bismillah. God willing Anin accepted it." Oh my God, why is it so sad. This heartache. If it wasn't them, I would've cried. This tightness, how to deal with it?
"Alhamdulillah!"
Everyone was grateful, looking very happy. Don't they think about how their kids feel?
I glanced at Aqil's sister through the usual-looking tail of her eyes. May I conclude, that even Aqil does not actually approve of this?
If so, what kind of household we occupy later.
Alisya's cry diverted the euphoria of the parents from the success of their proposal. Thank goodness I had it, at least she represented me to cry.
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