~ Ilker ~
I went back to my apartment, but Ylang was not home. I felt gloomy. I knew she was outraged because I kissed her. I did like her. She always made me hot. And even after that kiss, my desire for her even bigger. That kiss was really from my heart. I didn’t have any intention to play with her heart. But I wanted her. I wanted her in my bed.
I was afraid that I couldn’t control myself, and she would run away from me that would make me sad. What should I do to have her? I really wanted her. But marriage is not an option for me, I don’t like it. I felt bound by the rules. But Either way, she had to go back to my apartment.
She didn’t answer my w******p, she only read it but no reply. I ‘d tried to call her, but she rejected it many times. Finally, I reminded her in the w******p text that we still have our agreement. I knew I tried to tie her with this agreement. I didn’t want to lose her. I was sure I was going to f**k her.
I sent her another WA message; “where are you Ylang, you cannot go just like that, I have a good offering for you. You may consider it. Or should I go to your apartment for this offering? Well if you don’t reply to me, I will come offer there.
Finally, Ylang answer it, “okay Bey, better you come to my apartment.”
In an hour, I arrived at her apartment. She opened the door. I straight kissed her cheek. I didn’t care that she would be angry. This is my decision; I would take whatever the risk. Ylang’s face turning red. I kept smiling. But She didn’t.
As usual, she wore her veil with her long dress in flower patterns. No make-up this time, but she was still beautiful with a bare face.
She glared at me because of the kiss. “Hmm... you don’t invite me to come and sit?”
“Have a seat, Bey.” Finally, she said that.
I sat, then she sat in front of me. “What is your offering?” She was indeed a person who went straight to the point.
“Well, I am going to marry you.how should I propose to you?” Ylang's eyes widened. This surprised her so much. Maybe she thought that this man finally asking her to marry him. Whatever, I don’t care. I want her in my bed.
“Really?”
“Yes! Do I look lying to you?”
“Okay, no.”
“And I want we do it as soon as possible.” Said Ilker
Ylang's eyes widened again. “Hmm, you are really impatient, huh?”
“if necessary, tonight! so I can take you home.”
Ylang's face turns red.
“I know you would not come to my apartment anymore unless I marry you.”
“My father still in hospital. He cannot talk, he is still in the ICU. Actually, I really want to go back to Indonesia. His condition is very critical, I am afraid I cannot meet him anymore. I don’t know whether he can survive or not. But I know I cannot come to Indonesia, it’s okay, I can handle my feeling.”
“So, how do I purpose you?”
“Maybe we can talk first to my mother. And I still have my uncle, he is my father youngest brother. My father only has one brother, him.”
“But Ylang. There is a condition for this marriage. As I really don’t like being tied to this lifetime bond. So, we just try this marriage only for one year, yeah, along with our agreement.”
Ylang was silent. She thought of something. “Okay no problem, but,”
“What but?”
“Don't mention it when the consent is granted. It's only between the two of us. After one year, if you don’t want me anymore, you can just divorce me. You know why? Because in our religion, contract marriage is forbidden. Marriage is marriage it’s for long life agreement, but if we cannot get along anymore, or you get bore with me, divorce is a way out, better than you cheat on me and have s*x outside marriage.”
I was silent, I felt insinuated. Because that's what I did all this time. Doing s*x out of a marriage because I was afraid off commitment. But now I had to do this stupid marriage because I wanted this girl badly and I didn’t want to lose her.
Ylang continued, “It will be easy Bey Ilker, to divorce me, because this marriage will be without a letter, you don’t have to be worried or feel bond to me, you just say the divorce word, and I am out of your life.
“Why it’s easy for you to do this? Doesn’t marriage is something important to you that you have to arrange and prepare everything for that?”. I wonder why Ylang had a thought like that, strange, out of the ordinary. Maybe she learned Islam more than me. She knew more than me about Islamic law. I admitted that I did not learn much about my own religion. But now, because of her, I am curious about Islamic law in regulating this life.
“Yes, of course! Marriage is essential to me. Therefore, Allah SWT tells us to immediately get married to avoid His people from free s*x. Free s*x is forbidden and a big sin in Islam, don’t you know that?” Ylang explained it
Amazing this girl, I didn't know why I appreciate her principles.
She continued, “I don’t feel afraid it without paper marriage, I am not afraid that my rights are not fulfilled because there is no paper, because Allah SWT will fulfil my rights. as I hastened to carry out the obligations he ordered.”
“For me, legitimation in the eyes of our Lord and our religion is the most important. And that’s enough. “
I did not care, whatever she wanted to ramble on, what's essential was I can immediately bring her home to my apartment.
“Okay, that’s mean I can marry you even tonight. Hahaha... I like it.”
Ylang blushed again. “Brat!”
“Hahaha...” I laugh again. I really can stand not to kiss her, so I move my seat, and I immediately bumped into her and kissed her lips hot, on her couch”. She could not fight because I pressed her body hard. And I only let go when we were out of breath. And after that Ylang cursed me all out.
“No need to be angry, just call your family now, your mom, your uncle whatever. I ‘ll talk to them, and we arrange for marriage tomorrow. I can hold it for only one day but no more, I'm afraid I will r**e you.” Said Ilker seriously.
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~ Ylang ~
I dialled my mom’s number. I heard a dial tone from across there. “Please, mom, pick up the phone,” I said. It was 5 pm my time in Turkey, and it meant 9 pm Indonesia time. I hoped she still woke up. But maybe she was in the hospital.
The phone was picked up.
And I heard my mom’s voice. “Hello Dear, I cannot talk right now. Your father is in a critical situation right now. I can’t talk to you.”
“What? Mom… please.” I started hysterically. “I want to see my father, please Let the line open, I want to know what is happening every minute,” I said to my mom.
Ilker hold my shoulder, he gave me support, and I let him did that.
My father died that night. I cried, and I told my mom that I wanted to go home to Indonesia, but she told me not to go back to Indonesia because she didn’t have money to support it. I called my mom many times to see my father dead body before tomorrow they would bury him.
All night until morning, I was reciting the Quran. And every time I prayed; I made a doa for my father.
Ilker stayed with me in the apartment until the next morning. Sometimes he gave me a hug while I was crying just to support me. Actually, I didn’t want it, but what should I do, I needed a shoulder to cry on, and that time I had only him, no other friends around.
The next morning, he asked me, “Who else do you have as your guardian for you to get married?”
Why did he insist on marrying me now? I wonder why? “Ilker can’t you wait, can you postpone this marriage? I'm grieving. I can’t marry that soon. My father just died last night.”
“Well nothing you can do, you cannot come to Indonesia, the only thing you can do here just sit, and might be able to see the burial through a video call.”
“Yes, I know, but I am sad, and I can’t get married.”
“Look, if we married it would be more comfortable for me to give you support, just to hold you, hug you and kiss you.. com on Ylang, I know you don’t like being touched by a man who is not your mahram. Look at you, at this condition even you don’t want to take your hijab, because I am not your mahram yet.”
I was still silent
“Okay let me ask you, do you still have your grandfather from your father side?”
“No!” I answered.
“Do you have a brother?”
“No!”
“Do you have an uncle from your father side?”
“No, I don’t have.”
“Oh my God, I should marry you soon. Dear, you don’t have any guardian. Let me marry you, I will protect you.”
I didn’t know what to say, he was right, I didn’t have anyone else. And these days he was the one who cares for me. I could see how he cared for me these days. Maybe he was really a good guy.
Finally, I nodded. “But please Ilker after my father burial.”
“Okay I will go now, I am going to find an Imam who can marry us because you don’t have any guardian anymore, I will explain it to him. And tomorrow we can get married.”
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