One night, in Ramadhan 2016, I called him. After talking
about things we had that day, I asked him a question I had kept for days.
“Kira-kira, kita nikahnya kapan ya, Fin?”
“Ya nanti, abis kamu lulus dulu.. katanya mau internship
jauh?”
“Oh gitu ya.. hmm..”
Should I tell him?
“Hmm.. gini aja Fin.. coba kamu pikirin aja apa kamu mantep
sama aku tahun depan. Kalau sampe tahun depan kamu ternyata belum mantep sama
aku, bilang ya. Kita udahan aja. Meanwhile, kita rajinin sholat malemnya. Tanya
sama Allah.. biar Allah yang bantu jawab.”
And I felt that he was a bit surprised, but I felt like I
needed to say this. If he didn’t want to be with me, I wouldn’t mind to let him
go, even I knew it would be such a messy heartbreak for me.
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