Fall in Love with A Stranger

Here I come again guys...a friend of mine just asked me with her frowning head, "How could you fall in love with your husband?" For her, it's quite weird since we are not from the same ethnics, me is Javanese and my husband is a Dayaknese. She just was wondering how come I fall in love with 'the stranger'?
I said to her, it was a very long story. I need about 8 years to decide which was finally...Yes. Then I started to tell her the history of it.

I used to be a very idealistic girl, I was spirited, active in all such kind of things that made me feel alive. I joined the study club, the journalistic media for youth in my town, etc. But above all...I was a very nervous girl to get in touch with boys. I always kept a distance to those who tried to get close with me. I never had a serious relationship with boys for a very long time. If I liked somebody in the past, I tend to be great pretender; I avoided him if he saw me or passed me by. Then if he went away at last, I felt soooo...disappointed. I was actually wished that he chased me anyway. I just pretend that I didn't like him; it was not the truth...but that what mostly happen, I appeared as an untouchable girl.
After very long period, at 19 years old...I felt so so so really need a boyfriend. I miss to have a boyfriend. I don't know why. But, you know, I was very young....I had an imaginary "must" have man in my life hehe....since I was crazy about all things that has something to do with Indian (American Native Indian), so I really wanted to have an Indian man as my boyfriend haha...since then I always fond of any men who has long hair! It was foolish I think now. In my mind, an Indian man is very manly man. I can't describe it, just fond of it.
I began asking God for 'Indian Man' in Indonesia version.
And then just 3 months before I met that boyfriend, I saw a falling star! I whispered in my heart, "Lord...I need a boyfriend, please send him to me". It was not sent directly after that hehe...I need to wait again. Very long waiting, but my heart was so sure.
Then the time has come. I met my boyfriend in coincident event. Never cross in my mind that he would be my boyfriend. He was entirely not in my dictionary. I just let him come in my life.
He came only two weeks before my mother passed away. Surprisingly, at the time he came in my life, he also just lost his parents too, both father and mother! When I was still in wounded time, he gave me a book that made me reflect on my losing time. I was amazed. This man offered me GOD instead of giving me advice like what commonly people did to me at that time.
Married with someone not from the same ethnics was completely new for my family and I was the only girl in my big family who dares to do that. Breaking the habit! I finally married a man from Central Kalimantan. Now, I live with him and our son in Palangka Raya, Central Kalimantan.
Letting his daughter away from home and big family sounds not a happy end for my father but he has to I smile to God for He has answered my prayer though I just realized that lately. God didn’t bring to me someone who’s entirely like in my dictionary but he brought to me a man who fears of him. The funny thing is, when I asked Indian Native American, He brought to me a Dayak man (let me say, ok, Dayak is mostly look alike Indian haha…).
That’s why I choose my man. And my friend laughed and said, “I see…” Aaah…come on…