My Husband
pronologist

"Za, is that your husband?! Men chuckle, hush and sometimes don't know that shame?! Who likes to hang out in the market and hang out with those thugs?!" Read my best friend.

I just smiled, and nodded to answer all his words.

"You can do Za, you want to be like that man, like no other man. He can you touch the moon, is it you?! Maybe you'll come back, accept her proposal.."

I just smiled at her hearing the chatter.

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Without feeling it has been five years I accompanied him in this household heresy. At first I also did not know what kind of person, which I knew he was a friend of my Father every went to Salat Bajama'ah and a friend came home after Isya's Prayer'.

He lives in front of my house. He works wherever no one knows, every morning he goes to dawn prayer while carrying his backpack, and after the prayer he will immediately go to work, then go home directly to congregate for the Isha Prayer, after that he went home.

That's all you know about him.

He proposed to me after I finished High School Education.

That night after Salat Isya, as usual our family would chat in the living room while watching TV, when we heard the sound of the house bell rang, My mother who opened the door.

"Nak Jaya, there needs to be the same Mr huh? Wait, I'll call you" Greet my mother kindly and let her in to sit in the living room.

" Before I express my intention, I apologize for my stupidity, I came here not long Sir, and I didn't bother to make me drink, I didn't have to, I ask Mom to sit with you" he said when My Mom wanted to get out of her seat to make a drink.

"Don't be too formal Jay (why my Father, it could also be the greeting of the people in this complex to him), so curious Father, what is it?" Ask the Father in a little surprise.

" Bismillah, well sir, I have lived here for how many months, precisely neighborly in front of the house Father, several times I saw the daughter of the Father, and my purpose came to want to convert her to my wife, my wife, I do not want you to answer it at this time, please Father and Mother to consult first and ask with her Zahra. Again, I'm sorry, sorry also if I was presumptuous. My goal is done and I'm going home"

My father and mother could only be silent, because they heard the words of their guests until the man disappeared from our house.

"Is he crazy sir, he's still just our neighbor, his job we don't know, and our son just finished school just one month sir! I want Zahra to go to college, I don't want Zahra to get married now, you crazy kid!" Mother's words seemed to resuscitate the Father who was still silent.

"Get in your room, tomorrow we go to Za's grandmother's house, you stay there and don't come back here if you don't tell her to." I who do not know sitting his case did not escape the anger of my mother.

But you prevented me, asked me to sit back.

" Za.. earlier someone proposed to you Nduk, asked you to be the same Father and Mother to make you as his wife, and he gave time but did not know how long, but did not know how long, he also asked for an answer from you."

I who heard it was quite shocked.

"Who's the guy?" I asked with a little curiosity.

"Mas Jaya in front of our house"

"If you meet him, say with him another year when Za is 20 years old, sir, but during that time there is no communication between Za and her, there is no way together, no way, if she can get Za ready to marry her, Za doesn't want to date Pak

" That's my answer, and I just realized it's the dumbest answer I've ever said.

He just smiled, and hugged me.

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Two months after the incident, he no longer lived in front of our house, because the occupants of his house were already different people. A couple, whose husband was the personal driver of a PNS who had just moved in this city, six months ago. That's what I heard from my mom.

" Thank God, sir, my son did not become with Jay, I just saw him in the market, apparently he worked in the fish market, sir, I accidentally bought fish in his place, he said, he sends greetings to me."

Mother's speech after the mulanv from the market.

A year or so had passed, making my family and I forget about it, until one night suddenly my front neighbor came with a man who was not foreign enough to us. Yep.. He came with the man who had asked my parents for me, his arrival asked me for an answer, whether I was willing to accept it or not.

Finally I accepted his proposal, I accepted on the grounds that he was responding to the request I made at the time. Though I don't know who he is, his family, but all I know is he's a diligent man who congregates in the mosque and I'm sure he's a good man.

(When I became his wife, I found out who he was and his job was)

if I remember that incident, it would be like betting my life to marry him.