The story ta'arufku nearly six years ago still made an impression on the mind. Really, if you remember that moment I felt like the most ridiculous person in the world, and feel like the luckiest person. When Ta'aruf, when they want to get married, when the day of marriage, leaving memories all funny and silly. Even I do not know my wedding day.
Call me Sofi, son of the 6th of 7 siblings. My life is filled with love and cuddle. But my parents also taught us independent attitude and hard work and caring and helpful attitude. My parents did not distinguish between boys and girls. Tasks in the fields located on the hillside divided the seven. Of course, according to our abilities. When the well was dry, we used to fetch water together in the river below the hill a considerable distance. But we're happy to do it. For her work, the father also took us to play was interrupted, he interrupted.
Perhaps the habit of going up and down the hill, which was later to strengthen the soul of my adventures up and down the mountain. I was indeed among the most tomboyish sister and recalcitrant. But still, in common with juvenile delinquents, not to the negative things. When high school hobby craze is still going up and down gunungku. Initially parents often forbid, even I got angry. But my parents finally gave up menasehatiku to stop up the mountain. Especially after I often see fine with my hobby, they let me, but asked me to be careful. I'm happy to play, otherwise I will keep their trust.
Anyway, I live in a nice neighborhood Alhamdulillah. Muslim family praying diligently. While many neighbors in the village of pants hanging men and women robed and veiled, I think they are weird.But I was familiar with the sisters-akhwatnya. Which in the end after getting married someday, I know they were bermanhaj salaf.Guidance did not come to me, then I will not even covered in my family a lot of heresy and polytheism.
Over time, high school, I started a small veil. I was a tomboy and still diligently climbed the mountain. Before long, I got an offer from a neighbor working in Batam. The neighbors had long been there. Incidentally also some children Pak DHE and Omku also scavenge rizki there. I think what's wrong with looking for experience? Parent permission I set. In Batam hobby growing up gunungku craze, even to Sumatra and Kalimantan. When working holiday, I'm adventurous. Also I began to diligently study groups held the Koran in a fellow employee.
6 years in Batam, I came to Java. I was just up the mountain. Until one afternoon You said, "Do you want nduk spoken for!Tomorrow there is going to come see you ". I'm not surprised, actually laughed out loud, until the father mencubitku. And I say to you, "What, sir? Morning or afternoon, because Sophie would go up the mountain. "Again and again the father mencubitku," Primary brain mountains, "he said as he left. Anyone know how I feel then? Flat and ordinary. Happy? I do not know. I do not feel anything. In fact, anyone curious about the man who proposed to me was not. Even when my brothers and sisters teasing, I used it.Understandably, during this creature called "man" had never existed in my brain, I never even courtship. Crush on a guy? Far from the list of my show, but that does not mean I do not have a male friend ... you know,
Tomorrow is promised arrived. Brothers and sisters splashy peek, but I used it. Until the father called me into the living room. I wear clothes gunungku, I thought I was confident and strong, for me it's the nicest clothes in long skirts complicated. I let my mother and my sisters grumble because I do not want to wear "feminine clothing" who had painstakingly prepared.Sign in living room, I did not dare look at the present. I sat near you. My face like a boiled shrimp and this just happened once in my life. "How Sof, do you want? "You break the ice. I just looked down from earlier. Shut up. Father did not answer. My eyes are busy seeing pelamarku feet. The feet are white and clean. Until you touched my back. Surprised I can not control what I said "Mr. White, I like!" Astaghfirullah,,, this result diumbar eye. The living room filled with laughter my extended family. I do not know, what you have in mind pelamarku about me ... ah ... bodo period.
Barely a week after application, see Mr.. It was a Wednesday, I was preparing to climb to Mount Semeru. You said I should take care of a marriage license, because I'm getting married next Monday. I protested because I was not informed earlier. In fact I know, it's just come once pelamarku home. Apparently Mas Day, brother neighbor, who became an intermediary with the Father. I insisted my family up the mountain despite ban. I promised God willing Sunday was back to the house. Mr. disappointed with my decision, but when I leave you laughing and mencubitku. You said,"Soon, the brain will be lost gunungmu" Hmmm ... is it true?
Sunday afternoon, I came home welcomed nagging mother.Because of anxiety. But Mr. Adem Adem only. Precisely who became angry Mr. DHE and grandparent. Not just nagging at me, but also on Father and Mother, because no memingitku. As is tradition in the county, people who want to be a bride should not leave the house. Am I? he ... he ...
Thus, a blue tent was set up a day before I came down the mountain. When guests come, they look for the bride and groom.Father and mother said he was up the mountain. Then guests were confused and commented it was. That's some silliness before the wedding.That day came. Marriage ceremony took place behind the veil of solemnity. Not felt tears dripping when consent granted, even Bapakpun crying. By Allah, I feel happy extraordinary. Yesterday I was still like a dove, free everywhere, some hours later it turns out I was married. Subhanalloh. After the consent granted, I was asked to sign a book of wedlock. I heard from behind the veil of Mr ask a man entered with a book of wedlock chamber I and my extended family and female guests. That's for the first time. I saw my husband's face clearly. White feet and looks like a neat bushy beard. I felt a sudden fall in love! Middle romantic couple, I can not stop stealing glances at him. But what happened? Excited waiting, my husband Hasan mas - not even to my seat with a seat pedenya visited my brother, handing him a book of wedlock. The room shouted in unison. "One of mas, the bride is not that one, but this". I saw the flushed face of mas Hasan. He looked embarrassed and laugh as he headed toward me. Space is filled with happiness more lively with laughter.
My face and my sister are similar. At the event, he dressed with beautiful sequin dress should I wear at the time, but I prefer wearing simple robes and hoods to small inconspicuous like my sister. Eh, even so wrong ... Thank God, finally I officially became a wife.After marrying my life changed. Now has kutempuh manhaj this noble mas Hasan for their guidance and of course the guidance of Allah as well. Not sure I thanked mas Day and wife who have dared to recommend me to my future husband, when I was still ignorant at that time. All that they do out of love and compassion to me that often adventure, plan three months ahead of wedlock brought forward five days after application! When the marriage took place without any music and syar'i.
Alhamdulillah, the father of the cooperative mas mas Day and Hasan, anyway father also wanted me to stop berpetulangan and could not agree more I got married.Now I am 5 months pregnant my second child. Ayesha my first child started kindergarten, Thank God I live happily and endlessly thankful God gave me a husband who loves me because of HIS since met. Even now, you also take manhaj Salaf. Once again, kuucap endless gratitude to God for all this.
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