Among the Million Love
36. ~Lamaran Baihaqi

Already prepared with the green turtouise dress I wore. Exclusive mama message from a famous designer who usually appears on the social media glass screen.

Mama says it costs more than a hectare of land. The knee-length green dress that makes up my body when I wear it is comfortable but expensive for what? I'm not proud to use it. Sorry, Ma.

Not my mama if there is no compulsion of will, mama asked me to appear as beautiful as possible so that the man named Baihaqi was attracted to me and did not run away when he saw me.

By the way, my dear mother, what does my mother want from me? Is mama that scared, afraid that I'll be left running away with a man? I've been beautiful since birth, you should be proud of that because I'm your son, Ma. However, what is happening now is that my mother polished my appearance and said that I, "campaign, look beautiful tonight, Dysa!".

However, my conceptualized fashion and makeup seems to be out of the theme of tonight's meeting. Mama ordered me to look striking and dress that seemed sexy, though - when according to what I know tonight's guests are religious experts, yes, yes, at least they will comment on the appearance and manner of dressing that is quite "open" and show aurat. I'm sure it is.

"It's the same mama, don't be tacky you, Dysa. Mama's been ordering this shirt for a long time, fast wear and beautiful makeup!"

Yes, that's what my mom said since this morning. Tonight I was ready, even my mother had warned me enough to answer "yes," if Baihaqi's side asked me for my readiness to apply.

The highlight of the event arrived, I who already felt heavy eyes because of sleepiness must be strong to hold my eyelids so as not to be closed. The false eyelashes attached made my eyes even heavier to hold on, fortunately I had a trick to speed up the event.

With the initiative, I typed a sentence on my phone and was ready to be sent to Baihaqi's number. Before this event took place, Baihaqi and I had already met, we exchanged phone numbers. Almost every night in recent times Bai and I have been chatting, so maybe we were pretty familiar in this short time.

"Assynolajet. Sorry Baihaqi, please just speed up the show. I'm so tired and so sleepy." That's the message I sent.

Check two instantly turned blue, my message was instantly read. The typing writing was clearly visible and I was waiting for a response from him.

"OK, ready. Just a minute, Dys." The reply I got from him. From the message, I only reacted by pointing the thumb out of the text.

I saw Baihaqi whispering to her mother who was sitting nearby, then her mother whispered to the relatives beside her, and so on until the message was delivered in the ear of Baihaqi's father.

The figure of Baihaqi's father who was very dignified then nodded his head, which I liked from the family because it was a devout Muslim family. All I know is that Baihaqi's father is a scholar who owns a boarding school. Perhaps he was a kiai or his descendants.

Even so, they are not arrogant. Om Ruslan, never want if my father or mother called him as pak haji or pak kiai. They were very humble, bumbling, so I heard often when mama told her about the Baihaqi family.

So special was the Bai family, that my mother again forced me to accept the Baihaqi family proposal for her eldest son.

Baihaqi's father started the event with a thud as an early sign of the seriousness of the peak of the event, all of whom were silent and began to tense up.

That's if the words are clearly heard in my ears. I did not immediately nod, even though my mother had pinched my right thigh slowly. There's a lot I consider, my life, my career, my future, my old age.

In my mind, could it be that if I were to marry Baihaqi, would I become the son-in-law of a religious-abiding clerical family? But what about me who wasn't ready for that moment? I am just an ordinary woman who does not always obey my Lord, my religious knowledge is still very minimal. I will be ashamed for the rest of my life if I join forces with the Baihaqi family, even now I do not close my aura properly.

"Son Dysa, how's baby?" Baihaqi's mother, who was sitting opposite me, grabbed my hand. I don't know why my eyes feel hot, tears seem to want to gush freefall from my eyes.

I ventured to look into the eyes of Aunt Khadijah, she nodded with a smile. There was peace when he looked at her. But unfortunately I was not ready, my heart refused. I am not prepared to be part of the Baihaqi family, I will humiliate the Baihaqi family because I am not worthy of being a daughter-in-law of a kiai.

I shook my head, though,

I saw everyone exhaling heavily, was my decision wrong? Mama, mama has pinched my thigh for the umpteenth time. However, the mama's pinch this time was so hard that it felt hot almost made my muscles numb.

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"Either your heart is made of, Dysa! Mama can be crazy to take care of your unruly life like that!"

"How many more men will you refuse, Dysa! Like what do you want? As you wish, tell your mom. You've done enough to embarrass the family, Dys."

"Sorry, Ma. But..."

"Shut up! You don't think about the feelings of mom and dad, you never obey the wishes of this easy mama, Dysa. You think mama setting you up with some men is easy? Don't you think your mother chose a random man for you, Dysa. I'm looking for the best man for you, but what are you doing? Everything you refuse, nothing you choose, Dysa. Mama should how?"

I know you are frustrated with my attitude for the umpteenth time, but Ma, if you know, if I consider many things, Ma. Including the kindness of papa's mother and the good name of our family to be safe and not low in the eyes of my husband's family later.

Really, Ma. If I may tell you my real reason, that I do not want to be humbled because I am not quite comparable to the Baihaqi family in my religious sciences. I don't want my mom and dad to get a bad stamp and not be considered good at educating me on religion and pursuing the world.

As far as I can tell, our family relationship and Baihaqi is excellent as we always display a happy family portrait with all the beauty of his demeanor and demeanor, huhungan kinship like that is much better to be because it can appreciate each other as close relatives than to be besan.

I'm sure, Ma. After a briefing, maybe the story will be different. Maybe you will hate each other because I am not a woman who is not that good in terms of morality and religious knowledge, it is inversely proportional to the Baihaqi family. I said in my heart when my mom didn't stop nagging me.