Married... is just a word, but it has many different meanings for everyone. One simple word, but located deep in the data box in the brain's memory. So far away, he was undetected or maybe it could be said to be just a word silhouette in the data memory in my brain.
I'm the type of woman who doesn't want to waste time living tied to just one man. The age is still very young, it's not the time to let go of freedom and exchange it for living with one man in a sacred bond called "marriage" is very impossible...!
There are still many places to visit, still want to enjoy the beauty and uniqueness of the culture that is scattered on this earth. My current age is very appropriate to start the stories of life, so that later I can carve them in a book entitled "Scratches of the Azmia Pen" which will be a silent witness and living memory. The adventure has just begun, there is no way to waste youth just like that.
I have to enjoy it...
Mia, is the affectionate nickname of Mom and Dad. A final semester student at a campus who does not need to be named, this campus is only famous among officials and successful people. Yes, this campus is only for selected people, thousands of people who register only a few hundred people who managed to get student status like me.
Sweet black skin, stature not too tall nor short with a pretty fantastic body. Round eyes, thick eyebrows, with long eyelashes, beautiful and attractive. Shoulder-length hair, thick black, slightly curly, is a crown that becomes the center of attention of men, especially when it is flowing and waving in the wind.
Almost perfect physically, of course included in the list of women's dream of Adam. A smile and poisonous words that flow from the lips will easily seduce the men who love love. Footsteps full of confidence, or perhaps rather a haughty woman, made many men curious to conquer the arrogance within me.
"Ttsssttt... look at those college students who go in the morning, come home late at night, what course do they study...?" whispered the housewives every morning gathered at the vegetable seller. In addition to exercising their hands in choosing vegetables, they also never forget to exercise their mouth by giving prayer, which is a routine agenda in their daily schedule.
This is one of the reasons I keep the word "Married" in the back of the box in the data vault in my brain. Don't want to be like them, just don't want to imagine it, let alone have to live it.
It's up to people what they want to say, what name labels they put on, as long as they don't speak directly in front of their faces, never care and worry about the whispers of the people around them. As long as what I do feels comfortable and happy, whatever people want to say about me!!!
However, different thoughts with Mother. Apparently after a long time he was disturbed by the whispers of rumpi that came out of the mouths of the village women. I don't mean to insult you, it's true that we live in a village in the middle of the city.
A village that has been run over by urban development, so don't be surprised if the appearance of the people here is really cool, but basically they are still villagers. His behavior cannot be fooled, according to where we live, even though he is dressed in cool makeup.
Sometimes smiling at their behavior, sometimes wanting to throw a punch at them. "You villager!" I cursed in my heart, if annoyed with their behavior.
The behavior and life of the people in the village, became one of the factors that made me curious. Want to see, hear, feel how the behavior of people in other areas scattered throughout the Indonesian archipelago. Maybe I should have majored in psychology, instead of getting lost in the business management major, like now.
Freedom, I love freedom. You will never get tired of watching from one place to another, like a bird that flies freely anywhere, flapping its wings in the direction of the wind. Curiosity that wants to be realized into reality, researching the behavior of people in various places as well as visiting new places is an interesting thing that I really want to do.
Precisely!!!
That is my wish...
My wish...
My dream...
However, when you just set foot on an adventure, enjoy this world. Suddenly everything had to end in a story at the age of 22 years, to be precise the adventure journal was actually closed in October 2000.
The end of September 1999, after a week's stay at the house of Miytha – a high school friend – calmed and cleared my mind. That afternoon, when I came home, Mother was lying on her bed. Weak, pale, lifeless. Blood continued to flow from his body. God wants me to see it all.
The incident can never be lost, becoming a portrait that continues to be etched in memory.
Losing my father has left a wound in my heart, it's not fully healed yet. Not...!!! I don't want to be hurt again, I can't lose Mother...!!! Sitting cross-legged, begging for mercy from the Almighty.
"Don't take Mother. I need Mother…!”
A small waterfall is created in my oval face painting. Weeping for Mother lying on the bed. His body was cold, no diction was spoken from his lips.
“Mother... Mia will do whatever you want. Mia wants you to wake up," I said quietly in silence. These lips slowly strung a sentence of resignation.
Married... yes, Mother wants me to get married as soon as possible. Mother's uterine cancer is not a light disease, but she is trying to survive because she wants to see her only daughter get married. It turns out that the parasite has been living in Mother's body for a dozen years so peacefully. After Father died, only then did the parasite reveal its identity, eating away at Mother's health.
For Mother's sake, I must keep the promise I have made. As a silencer for Mother's anger, who was disappointed with my attitude, to redeem Mother's tears because of my actions, and a cure for her illness
Of the many men who were brought to meet Mother, only one she wanted to meet. Bram, the man who just came to fill the days, was the first man Mother wanted to meet after her anger, after the last trial, and making promises to Mother.
Bramantyo Affandi Narwan was chosen by Mother to be my priest.
"I'm sure Bram can make you happy, Mia. Mother's instincts as a mother can't be wrong, Bram's eyes and body language say that. He sincerely loves you, Mia.”
Love was not there yet, but when Bram said the sacred promise in front of hundreds of eyes, the angels also witnessed the historic day that changed my life. Automatically the machine in the body works quickly to engrave Bram's name with gold ink firmly engraved on the heart. Cannot be erased, cannot be destroyed.
Bram's name was engraved so strong, even though he tried to erase it many times, he tried to erase the name from his heart. However, his name is getting stronger and more attached to the birth of our children.
Mother's prayer and Bram's love that forced me to live the stories of life in a marriage.
A spoiled and lazy child is a term that is often spoken by fathers. However, he loves his daughter very much. Whatever I want, I ask, always granted by him. No one can replace Father in this heart. My father is my idol man.Sometimes he is very "cruel" in matters of worship, his orders cannot be denied. Prayers at the beginning of time and the Koran must be done every day. Azan Maghrib reverberated, should be at home when. Dad said, daughters are not good often go out at night.When you are a teenager, you are no longer allowed to indulge in genitals, all clothes must be completely covered. Mini skirts and tight t-shirts, which were a fashion trend as a teenager, had to be forgotten. However, my father's prohibition only applies at home, so reprimands and punishments take turns in adolescence.Until one day, my father forced me to start wearing the hijab because I was 17 years old. It's still very clear in my memory, my father's words at that time.
AZMIAI glanced at the clock on the wall in the living room, it was thirty-five minutes past seven in the evening. It's time for our little girl to sleep. "Come on honey, it's time to sleep at night," I reminded Mahira who was still watching television.Without arguing Mahira got up from her place after turning off the television, she walked towards the bathroom, not long after that she came out with a wet face, her arms and legs wet too."Mom... accompany Bobo until Mahira falls asleep," said Mahira, showing off a row of her clean, brushed teeth. Routines that are deliberately habituated to our children, taking care of their teeth so they don't fall out quickly, brushing their teeth before going to bed."Okay..." I replied while holding up my right thumb.After locking the door and checking the condition of the house, I followed Mahira in her room. He hasn't slept yet, his eyes are still wandering here and there searching the contents of the room.
AZMIAThe Fajr Azan reverberated waking me from the cradle of a dream, Bram was still fast asleep. A happy facial expression stared at his aging face. The beard on his chin is not perfectly black, mixed with natural white paint, making him look mature at his age. Strands of white also began to appear in his hair.He looked tired, he slept very soundly. Missing Bram who used to be so keen to pray the dawn congregation in the mosque. Remembering life in the village when we lived in a simple rented house near the mosque. Almost every day, Bram invites Ihsan to pray the morning prayer in congregation at the mosque. The strains of the Qur'anic verses from Bram's mouth became the rhythm of encouraging activity in the early morning.Mushroom porridge breakfast...The lunch menu is stir-fried mushrooms...Then, dinner of scrambled eggs mixed with mushrooms...Mushroom all day...Smiling a little remembering our mushroom garde
BRAMToday's schedule to take Mia to the doctor. Sitting on the terrace with a glass of hot tea, don't forget my loyal friends – cigarettes and cell phones – incomparable pleasure. The place I like the most is the terrace of the house, the view of the eye feels wide without limits. Enjoy the perfect color combination of various trees, providing inspiration to focus on playing games on mobile."Hehehe..."Luckily there wasn't Mia, he would have smirked if he heard those words. Exercise your body first, spread your arms, move your body left and right. Looked head left and right, just three times. After that, bow your head down and look up, just like three times before, then lower your hands.Enough warming up today, drink tea first after that we start exercising the brain. After sipping tea, just about to touch the start button to start playing games, suddenly."Bram, we'll pick up Mahira, then go to the doctor," said Mia
AZMIABram sat on the terrace of the house with all his loyal companions. I accompanied Mahira until she fell asleep, only then joined Bram."Bram, we're having another baby," I said a little doubtfully."Alhamdulillah, you are old, you are still given sustenance," he said excitedly, looking at me."You... you look happy that I'm pregnant, Bram?" I asked.Seeing the cheerful expression on her face, there was a hint of enthusiasm to accept this pregnancy."Yes, yes, the sustenance of the period is rejected. Mahira is very happy to have a sister. He wants a little sister," answered Bram.He smiled at me, then turned his attention back to the phone he had been playing with. The confidence reflected in Bram's eyes made him calm, trying to reassure himself, everything would be fine. Looking at his face – he was busy blowing smoke from his mouth – the man I lived with for 17teen years.Suddenly, tho
AZMIAIn accordance with its nickname as the City of Rain, almost every day spilled water from the sky pours down Bogor, watering all of God's creatures that need water. However, right now I have to curl up in the hospital due to dehydration. All food is always vomited, making the body weak. This is the second time to be treated. Previously, he was rushed to the hospital because he fainted while picking up Mahira at school – the incident happened two months ago.The food that enters the body does not match the nutritional needs of pregnant women, doctors are worried that something bad will happen to the fetus. Doctor Agus, who practices at Permata Bunda Hospital in Bogor – a place to check the womb since the beginning of pregnancy – decided that I should be treated. Plus a headache that does not go away, will be observed."Mia, I'm going to the office. I'll be back here in the afternoon," said Bram farewell."Don't forge
I held my head up, the book entitled Anthology of Rasa (Illustrated Edition) by Ika Natasya was still in my hands. Move to improve sitting position, slightly twist the body left and right, then both hands simultaneously close the book and place it on the table in front of me.Staring at the clock on the wall that reads Arabic numerals in a small wooden cube-shaped box. There were only four Arabic numerals written on the small wooden cube. Namely the numbers 1, 3, 6, and 12. The position of the number 3 on the right side, parallel to the number nine on the left side. The position of the number six is at the bottom parallel to the number twelve which is above it. The rest are just small pieces of black wooden cubes, between the Arabic numerals. In the center there is a sun-like shape that reads the word Allah, with gold and black paint, at the center of which is the long hour hand and the short hour hand, indicating twenty-five
AZMIAIn accordance with its nickname as the City of Rain, almost every day spilled water from the sky pours down Bogor, watering all of God's creatures that need water. However, right now I have to curl up in the hospital due to dehydration. All food is always vomited, making the body weak. This is the second time to be treated. Previously, he was rushed to the hospital because he fainted while picking up Mahira at school – the incident happened two months ago.The food that enters the body does not match the nutritional needs of pregnant women, doctors are worried that something bad will happen to the fetus. Doctor Agus, who practices at Permata Bunda Hospital in Bogor – a place to check the womb since the beginning of pregnancy – decided that I should be treated. Plus a headache that does not go away, will be observed."Mia, I'm going to the office. I'll be back here in the afternoon," said Bram farewell."Don't forge
AZMIABram sat on the terrace of the house with all his loyal companions. I accompanied Mahira until she fell asleep, only then joined Bram."Bram, we're having another baby," I said a little doubtfully."Alhamdulillah, you are old, you are still given sustenance," he said excitedly, looking at me."You... you look happy that I'm pregnant, Bram?" I asked.Seeing the cheerful expression on her face, there was a hint of enthusiasm to accept this pregnancy."Yes, yes, the sustenance of the period is rejected. Mahira is very happy to have a sister. He wants a little sister," answered Bram.He smiled at me, then turned his attention back to the phone he had been playing with. The confidence reflected in Bram's eyes made him calm, trying to reassure himself, everything would be fine. Looking at his face – he was busy blowing smoke from his mouth – the man I lived with for 17teen years.Suddenly, tho
BRAMToday's schedule to take Mia to the doctor. Sitting on the terrace with a glass of hot tea, don't forget my loyal friends – cigarettes and cell phones – incomparable pleasure. The place I like the most is the terrace of the house, the view of the eye feels wide without limits. Enjoy the perfect color combination of various trees, providing inspiration to focus on playing games on mobile."Hehehe..."Luckily there wasn't Mia, he would have smirked if he heard those words. Exercise your body first, spread your arms, move your body left and right. Looked head left and right, just three times. After that, bow your head down and look up, just like three times before, then lower your hands.Enough warming up today, drink tea first after that we start exercising the brain. After sipping tea, just about to touch the start button to start playing games, suddenly."Bram, we'll pick up Mahira, then go to the doctor," said Mia
AZMIAThe Fajr Azan reverberated waking me from the cradle of a dream, Bram was still fast asleep. A happy facial expression stared at his aging face. The beard on his chin is not perfectly black, mixed with natural white paint, making him look mature at his age. Strands of white also began to appear in his hair.He looked tired, he slept very soundly. Missing Bram who used to be so keen to pray the dawn congregation in the mosque. Remembering life in the village when we lived in a simple rented house near the mosque. Almost every day, Bram invites Ihsan to pray the morning prayer in congregation at the mosque. The strains of the Qur'anic verses from Bram's mouth became the rhythm of encouraging activity in the early morning.Mushroom porridge breakfast...The lunch menu is stir-fried mushrooms...Then, dinner of scrambled eggs mixed with mushrooms...Mushroom all day...Smiling a little remembering our mushroom garde
AZMIAI glanced at the clock on the wall in the living room, it was thirty-five minutes past seven in the evening. It's time for our little girl to sleep. "Come on honey, it's time to sleep at night," I reminded Mahira who was still watching television.Without arguing Mahira got up from her place after turning off the television, she walked towards the bathroom, not long after that she came out with a wet face, her arms and legs wet too."Mom... accompany Bobo until Mahira falls asleep," said Mahira, showing off a row of her clean, brushed teeth. Routines that are deliberately habituated to our children, taking care of their teeth so they don't fall out quickly, brushing their teeth before going to bed."Okay..." I replied while holding up my right thumb.After locking the door and checking the condition of the house, I followed Mahira in her room. He hasn't slept yet, his eyes are still wandering here and there searching the contents of the room.
A spoiled and lazy child is a term that is often spoken by fathers. However, he loves his daughter very much. Whatever I want, I ask, always granted by him. No one can replace Father in this heart. My father is my idol man.Sometimes he is very "cruel" in matters of worship, his orders cannot be denied. Prayers at the beginning of time and the Koran must be done every day. Azan Maghrib reverberated, should be at home when. Dad said, daughters are not good often go out at night.When you are a teenager, you are no longer allowed to indulge in genitals, all clothes must be completely covered. Mini skirts and tight t-shirts, which were a fashion trend as a teenager, had to be forgotten. However, my father's prohibition only applies at home, so reprimands and punishments take turns in adolescence.Until one day, my father forced me to start wearing the hijab because I was 17 years old. It's still very clear in my memory, my father's words at that time.
Married... is just a word, but it has many different meanings for everyone. One simple word, but located deep in the data box in the brain's memory. So far away, he was undetected or maybe it could be said to be just a word silhouette in the data memory in my brain.I'm the type of woman who doesn't want to waste time living tied to just one man. The age is still very young, it's not the time to let go of freedom and exchange it for living with one man in a sacred bond called "marriage" is very impossible...!There are still many places to visit, still want to enjoy the beauty and uniqueness of the culture that is scattered on this earth. My current age is very appropriate to start the stories of life, so that later I can carve them in a book entitled "Scratches of the Azmia Pen" which will be a silent witness and living memory. The adventure has just begun, there is no way to waste youth just like that.I have to enjoy it...Mia, is the affectionate nick
I held my head up, the book entitled Anthology of Rasa (Illustrated Edition) by Ika Natasya was still in my hands. Move to improve sitting position, slightly twist the body left and right, then both hands simultaneously close the book and place it on the table in front of me.Staring at the clock on the wall that reads Arabic numerals in a small wooden cube-shaped box. There were only four Arabic numerals written on the small wooden cube. Namely the numbers 1, 3, 6, and 12. The position of the number 3 on the right side, parallel to the number nine on the left side. The position of the number six is at the bottom parallel to the number twelve which is above it. The rest are just small pieces of black wooden cubes, between the Arabic numerals. In the center there is a sun-like shape that reads the word Allah, with gold and black paint, at the center of which is the long hour hand and the short hour hand, indicating twenty-five