Ahmad: Yo, where’s ma cookie? I’m starvin’ here!
Alia: JUST WAIT!
Alia walks to the living room with refreshments for the guests: Ali and his parents.
Mom: Oh, so this is Alia?
Ummi: The one and only.
Mom: My, my, she’s pretty!
Alia can only smile. Ahmad is holding back his laughter.
Abi: Ali told me that you work as the principal in the school right by the traffic light.
Dad: Yes, that is correct. But not for long though. Insha Allah I’ll be retiring in 2 years. It’s about time that my only child here got married.
Abi: I hope everything goes well until your retirement, Insha Allah. Finally got this one off your shoulders eh?
Dad: (Laughs) That’s right. So Ali, do you have a date in mind for the wedding?
Ali: Well that depends on you Dad, and on uncle too of course. For me, I prefer not to prolong the wedding.
Abi: How about next month?
Dad: Sounds good.
Mom: Are you okay with that, Ali?
Ali: (Nods) Yup.
Abi: We’ll do the ‘aqad on Friday at the Masjid across the road near our house, after Juma prayer. After that, we’ll do the walimah until just before Maghrib.
Dad: Speaking of walimah, since we live so close with each other I figured it’s enough to do just one walimah, for both sides. What do you think?
Abi: No problem. We’ll split the cost.
Dad: No need for that my friend. Let us handle the walimah. You don’t have to spend anything on your end. I mean, you’re giving your daughter away to my son. To me, that is a sacrifice you can’t put a price on.
Abi: When I think about it, it is difficult to let her go. But I feel uncomfortable if I don’t do anything to help ease the burden. At least let me handle the invitations. Please, I insist.
Dad: Well if that is how you feel, then I can't say no. By the way, what about the mahr?
Abi looks at Alia.
Alia: I asked for a ring as the mahr.
Ali: Well, I do have the ring that uncle gave me last week.
Abi: Actually, that ring was given by me to my wife. It’s her ring.
Ummi: It was a gift uncle gave me when we got married. I wish to pass it down to Alia.
Abi: As for the mahr, I have something else in mind.
Alia: Huh?
Abi: Don't worry Lia. As the wali, I can decide what the mahr will be. Ali, I want to ask for an amount of money as the mahr; RM2,000.
Mom and Dad look at Ali. He seems worried for some reason.
Abi: You must be wondering why I asked for money right? A ring is a modest mahr, no doubt. But did you know that the Prophet once gave Aisha an amount of gold as the mahr? He gave about 500 dirhams.
Ali: Really? That’s news to me.
Abi: I do take into consideration that you’re a student and I also take into consideration the value of mahr befitting a woman like Alia. I figured RM2,000 won’t be a problem to you, am I right?
Ali: Yes. I am able to fulfill that mahr.
The discussion continues for almost 2 hours. Now it’s time for the guests to go home.
Abi: Thank you for coming.
Dad: Thank you for hosting us so kindly.
Mom: I’ll take my leave now.
Ummi: Do come again will you?
Ali and his parents left.
Ummi: Lia, would you follow me to my room please?
Alia: Okay.
In the room…
Ummi: Take this.
Alia: What’s this?
Ummi: This is the dress that I wore on my wedding day. I kept it in one piece, waiting for the day that I may give it to you.
Alia: Are you sure this will fit me?
Ummi: I beg your pardon, young lady? I was skinnier than you when I was your age. Insha Allah, it’ll fit.
Alia: (Laughs) Thank you, Ummi. Love you.
Ummi: This baju kurung might be a bit outdated. But don’t worry, we’ll decorate it together to make it prettier
Alia: Alright, we’ll do that. But, I won’t mind wearing it as it is. I’m happy to wear exactly the same dress you wore. I can't imagine a prettier dress.
Ahmad knocks on the door.
Ummi: Come in.
Ahmad: Whoa, whose dress is that?
Alia: This is the dress Ummi wore when she married Abi.
Ahmad: Get out of here! That dress is legendary!
Alia: Jealous much?
Ahmad: You wish. Yo Lia, Abi wants to have a word with you. He’s downstairs.
Alia: Oh? Alright.
Alia left.
Ahmad: Umm…Ummi?
Ummi: Yes?
Ahmad: By any chance, does Abi still have his wedding dress?
Ummi: Hmm...I think so. Why do you ask?
Ahmad: Just curious. Okay, I’m gonna go clean up the living room.
Ahmad walks to the door.
Ummi: Ahmad?
Ahmad: Yes?
Ummi: How’s Anis doing?
Ahmad: ...
part last tu best :P
ReplyDeleteheeeeee...dh xsbar nk kwin ke ahmad...=)
ReplyDeleteerr... you've got the spelling wrong there.. it's principal, not principle :) pardon me for the intrusion...
ReplyDeletebut the whole story, it's just beautiful and i can't wait for the ending insha'Allah
ReplyDeletehuh...mcm skrip drama. best.
ReplyDeleteseriuosly,i can't wait for the new episode.keep writing aiman.=)
ReplyDeleteSalam alaykum,
ReplyDeleteI have a question here!
Who is Anis(or Anissa? Anis is a boy's first name!)? Is she by any chance Ahmad's girlfriend?
If so, why at the beginning of the story, was he blaming Alia for having a boyfriend? Isn't he doing the same thing here??
Anyway, the story was nice and carries a lot of meanings ^^
Salam