A Cup of Black Coffee

Chapter 20 (POV HULYA)

My name is Hulya Maulida, I am the wife of a man named Ragil Saputra, the son of Abiku's best friend.

Mas Ragil is handsome, kind and gentle, but somehow he can't pull my heart out, because in this heart already imprinted the name Mas Azam that I have liked even since we studied high school together.

When Abi told me I was going to marry the man of his choice, I rebelled, obviously I refused.

I don't love that man, I might marry him.

After all, why Abi is so colossal with the matchmaking event of his children.

It used to be Mas Zhafran and this time it was my turn! I refused firmly, for sure.

"Well, we can Bi! I don't want to marry a man I don't love!" reject me sure.

"Who do you want to marry?" challenge Abi.

I bit my inner lip while closing my eyes. My age at that time was only twenty-two years old of course objected if I had to marry young.

"I don't want to get married now, I want to continue S2," I refused to give a logical reason.

That man will definitely give up my mind at that time.

Abi sighed, before answering my question. Anyway I was confused by Abi, why he forced me to match up once with his best friend's son whom I called 'parasitic family'

"Let's promise to them, yes Abi will talk to your future husband," he explained and then got up, leaving me.

Abi will definitely obey me, because he always gives me whatever I want.

Now only how do I approach the Azam mas, so that he is my husband.

Mas Azam is very difficult to approach. The guy is friendly, but seems blind to my attention.

Did he not realize there was a woman who had liked him a long time ago?

Or maybe she already has a boyfriend? No-no, it should not be allowed, Azam mas is only mine.

Anyway I never saw him walk with someone, according to his boarding friends he never talked about women's problems with his friends.

I realized I was too obsessed with her, so I shamelessly always found out about her.

What I can't do, if money can give you everything.

All that information I could get with a handful of money for them and my name was kept clean.

Typical of pious women in general, not many know if I harbor feelings for the man.

Unfortunately, until graduating from my education, Mas Azam actually increasingly looks far from my reach.

At that time, I saw him sitting alone in a cafe near my parents' school.

I asked Abi to provide some documents for Mas Zhafran to accidentally see it.

"Mas, what else?" I was enthusiastic because I hadn't seen him in months. Honestly, I miss him a lot, even though we often send news through cell phones, but can not express my longing for him.

He sighed, "I just applied to be a teacher there!" point it at my family's school.

"But it seems difficult to get in there because it turns out my rivals are quite heavy, they are mostly graduates from the best universities," he explained weakly.

Abi always prioritizes the quality of educators in his school. Maybe that's what makes Mas Azam less.

All I know is that Mas Azam came from a rich family, but somehow his life was quite simple for me, even his friends said.

Although I admit the payment in Abi's school is quite large compared to the surrounding school.

If in terms of big names are indeed many who say teaching at Abi's school is not only good financially, but also from his big name can make you proud. That's what some of the teachers there know.

"Are you interested in teaching there?" my word.

He nodded weakly, he was unconsciously talking to the school owner's son. Indeed, I never told my family's big name when making friends, because at that time I thought the Azam mas family from a simple family because our per friend's circle was indeed an average of a simple family.

I didn't want them to be friends with me, so I chose to hide my true identity.

"Why do you want to work there?" manya curious.

"Many people say that getting in there will be very lucky. They don't lie with the selection is quite difficult. I think I will be rejected" he replied.

"I wish you good luck, Mas" I said to give him spirit.

It's one of my chances to get Azam's mas, when he can get into the workplace he wants thanks to me, I'm sure he'll accept me to be his lover.

It was so beautiful, I unconsciously smiled to myself.

"You why Hulya?" tanya Azam surprised me.

"Ah no mas, yes Hulya said yes, in waiting for Abi and Umi," said I quickly want to meet abi and ask him for something.

Arriving at home, I rushed to the Abi workspace, after Zhafran mas replaced Abi, now he has more work behind the scenes.

"Pig!" call me enthusiastic.

Abi's eyes squinted at me who came with a big smile.

"What's wrong? Have you met Ragil?" the question made me grunt.

"Sorry Bi I forgot, from the foundation I went straight home!" my clear.

I did not lie, when I saw Azam mas, I forgot my main goal was to meet Mas Ragil my future husband.

Bodo was very, if he was angry it was even good, maybe he would reject this matchmaking, even though it seemed impossible.

Usually it is the family of women who are forced to marry men from rich families to pay debts or so that their lives are not miserable, while our position is precisely Abilah who is rich actually forced his son to marry a man from a simple family.

What would my life be like if I had to be with a man from a parasitic family like them.

"Why do you look upset?" ask Abi.

"Bi, I don't want to marry him. What would my household be if my husband was from such a messed up family!" my sergeant doesn't think out.

I saw Abi sighing, "not the same as Ragil with his family. What do you know about Uncle Ibnu's family and Aunt Rukayah's?" asked Abi curiously.

All this time I did know the family's mess from Umi. Umi often complained because Abi never counted if helping Uncle Ibnu's family, the father of Ragil.

Whatever they asked for Abi certainly gave, it was what often made Umi carelessly.

Actually Umi did not agree with this matchmaking, but Abi had already decided, he wanted to fulfill the promise to his best friend at the expense of me.

According to Umi, Abi always reasoned that my life would be good in the future. Unreasonable, good reason what if I turned out to have to live with the man from the beggar family!