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The Immaculate Love 88

Quinsha was instantly silent, the cheer she showed from the start, instantly gone. The polite and friendly language offered, also run aground is not restless. Quinsha really did not expect that news like this was brought by his uncle. And that feels very sad, umminya looks like just what the uncle wants.

At this point, Quinsha regretted returning home from the foundation to welcome her uncle. He should continue to teach, and if necessary, do not go home.

“Sha!”

Call the ummi, make Quinsha step stop.

“You're angry at the same ummi, son?” ask Firda gently.

“Anger, Ummi. Just disappointed. Supposedly for something this big, I was also involved before deciding. I'll go through everything ‘kan ummi?” Quinsha looked at the shady face of the mother who had given birth to her in disappointment.

Firda nodded, he immediately led the hand of his only daughter and took her to sit on the sofa in front of the room. “Ummi apologize, Sha. If your attitude disappoints you. But ummi's already tied to an agreement with your uncle.”

“What agreement?”

“Remember, when you refused when you wanted to be betrothed to Rizam?”

QUinsha. Rizam, the man was briefly chosen by Azman— his uncle Quinsha— as the future priest for his nephew. Azman is the girl's guardian after her father left her five years ago. Azman is Quinsha's father's older brother.

At that time, Quinsha rejected the matchmaking plan for various reasons. Though judged in various aspects, Rizam quite has good criteria as a prospective husband who is shalih. As Quinsha rejects that, Azman is seen to appreciate his nephew's decision.

But behind that, Azman made a pact with Firda, to give Quinsha 2 years to choose her own potential partner. And if it passes from that time, Quinsha has not found it, Azman will choose a future husband for his nephew.

Firda agreed to Azman's terms. And now, two years have passed, Azman came again to keep his promise. And Firda could not refuse, when his sister-in-law chose a candidate for her son— Azman's choice could not be doubted, because she always put forward the criteria of sholih and religious understanding to become Quinsha's husband candidate.

“But, Ummi ..” Quinsha still can't take it for granted. Moreover, he never knew who the figure that Azman had chosen for him was.

“Nak, here, uncle and ummi it's just trying. A soul mate, it is still God who determines. You are only asked to taaruf or get to know each other. If there is a soul mate and match each other, yes proceed to pelaminan. If not, may God prepare the best for you. That's what ummi means by uncle. We don't mean to force you. Because, the girl was not good for long by herself. Moreover, your age is more than enough to get married.”

Hearing all of what the umminya described, Quinsha lowered her head. It was wrong to think in him, if he would be forced to marry. Apparently, the concept is not like that. Honestly, Quinsha felt guilty by her conjecture.

“A week away, uncle will come with the chosen man,” Firda said later.

“What if I refuse, Ummi?”

“You, why is it like you are sure that you will refuse? Do you like someone?” ask Firda with a smile.

“Nothing, Ummi.” Quinsha shook her head firmly. “Ya, it may not match later, ‘can I refuse?”

“if you want to refuse, at least for reasons acceptable to uncle.”

QUinsha thought silently. He remembered what Azman had said about the figure of the chosen youth. He is sholih, religious, a lecturer at one of the leading universities in his city. Already have their own business too, dear to both parents and sisters, and have a face does not disappoint. Will not be ashamed, if juxtaposed with artists from the country of ginseng. That's what my uncle said.

Then from the gap where, Quinsha will convey rejection. If from the criteria mentioned by Azman about the man, is the criteria of the priest of dreams. If he just said he didn't like it, his uncle would not accept it.

AHh. Quinsha's head felt throbbing pain. Already he messed with Rafardhan's attitude, now more dizzy over the news brought by the uncle.

“Ummi,” call Quinsha fast, after one idea he can.

“Uncle will take that person another week huh, Ummi? What if in a week I've got my own choice?”

Firda smiled, he went back to Quinsha. “What do you want this week, Ndok? Where to find a potential mate?” ask her while holding back a laugh.

“Yes, who knows, Ummi. God if you want, only with the sentence ‘kun’ only ‘kan?”

“Yes, if that's the case, you can tell uncle, but remember, uncle will definitely select your candidate who is in accordance with his standards. Sholih and faith.”

QUinsha nodded in disarray. After that, not a single bit could he expel the thought of it from his mind. Until the time rolls without feeling, soon the Maghrib will arrive. Quinsha flinched, as she had not even prepared the clothes she would wear later on in the show.

Though Quinsha has planned to look beautiful and elegant, if you can defeat the beautiful appearance of the bride. But because of the matchmaking plan, all the plans fell apart.

“Sha, who are you on Arfan's show?” that's Sherin's question on the phone. His best friend called Quinsha just before Quinsha left.

“Ee, yes ..” Quinsha was confused as to what to answer.

“Do you want to miss? Don't want to come?” guess Sherin sounded while laughing.

“Eh who said, I will come. Here I am ready to leave “ replied Quinsha while looking at her appearance once again in front of the mirror.

“Whose are you, Sha? don't be alone Sha!” advice Sherin.

“I'm not alone, I have a friend.”

“Thank God. You're afraid to faint there, so ‘kan there are friends who can help.” Sherin said while holding back laughter.

“Ih, doamu jellek really, Rin,” grumbled Quinsha.

“Canda aja, Sha. So you're the same friends in Nada Hikam huh?” ask Sherin.

Qhinsha was confused to answer. Rafardhan hasn't called yet. Maybe that handsome young man had changed his mind. Thought Quinsha. So there's no harm if he agrees with Sherin's question. If he will come with friends in Nada Hikam.

But then there was a chat from Rafardhan, who told him that the handsome young man was waiting in front. Quinsha's a little flirting.

Because Quinsha remained silent, Sherin again asked, “Whose name are you, Sha?”

“Sama your child. I'm going, Sherin. Assalamualaikum.”

Quinsha hustles to hang up before Sherin understands what she is saying, and before being interrogated by her best friend.

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Based on the proposal of one of the readers.this I show a picture of omar Danil as a visual Rafardhan..fit not yes??