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The Immaculate Love 91

“Mas already called Rafa?” Sherin asked as soon as Alarik walked into the room and sat down beside her.

Alarik nodded as his hand grabbed his wife's body and laid on her lap.

“Is Rafa really in this city?” asked Sherin again, full of curiosity. It had happened since he spoke to Quinsha on the phone earlier. Sherin just mgeh with the words of her best friend it—who said she wanted to go to meet your son—after 10 minutes later. The woman then asked her husband to call her son, to make sure.

“Yes, but only that's the answer. Suddenly his phone was turned off,” said Alarik, whose hand was gently stroking Sherin's hair.

“Lah, same. I also called Quinsha, just me nanya, her phone has been turned off.”

“Maybe they are still at the reception, and there crowded,” said Alarik trying to think wisely.

“Yes, maybe,” murmured Sherin. But I don't know, his feelings just said something else. ‘Maybe this is one way Rafa apologizes to Sherin's inner Quinsha’.

“you don't want to eat anything tonight?” alarik asked while looking down, until now the tip of his nose landed on Sherin's smooth cheekbones.

“Not knowing yes, Mas.” Sherin seemed to think.

“Say now, let me be ready. Don't kayak last night, ask for meatballs at 12 pm.” Alarik laughed crisply with his words, recalling the overnight furore created by his young pregnant wife.

“Yes, if I want anything at that hour, Mas. Cannot be prepared before. Indeed you bother yes, Mas, with my request?” asked Sherin with an uncomfortable look.

Alarik first showered his wife's face with a kiss4n, before replying. “Gak. I'm even exited, this is what it feels like, having a wife who is pregnant young. Thanks yes, dear.” Alarik again makes Sherin's beautiful face as a target kiss4n.

Sherin did not reply with words, He just nodded. But looking at his eyes that sparkled beautifully, enough to show that he was now feeling happy.

“Mas, no phone.” Sherin interrupts Alarik's new hobby, as there is a phone call on her husband's phone that is on the nightstand.

“Rafa.” Very enthusiastic, it was visible from Alarik's face when he picked up the phone from his son.

“Papa, can come here?” rafardhan asked directly after his phone was picked up by Alarik.

“Can. Where are you now?”

“At home Quinsha Daneen,” sahut Rafardhan from across there.

“At home Quinsha?” muttered Alarik, which made Sherin so pay attention to her husband carefully.

“Iya, Papa know ‘kan address?” ask Rafardhan from across there.

“Iya, son, papa tau.”

“I wait, Pa. Now also.” And Rafardhan immediately disconnected the phone just like that, even without a salutation.

“What's in the house Quinsha, Mas?” ask Sherin quickly.

“Rafasya is there. And he asked me to go there.”

“I'm coming, Mas. I really don't feel good.” Sherin immediately shuffled to take a long abaya and a wide hijab, then immediately worn. Actually Alarik was about to forbid his wife to come along, let him rest at home. But seeing Sherin so enthusiastic, the man did not have the heart to forbid.

At the Quinsha house.

Half an hour before Rafardhan called Alarik and asked to come.

Rafardhan's firm words validated with his bold attitude, when asked Azman to explain the problem—why he hugged Quinsha in the middle of the road—make Azman invite the handsome young man into the house, to give an explanation there.

There, Rafardhan recounted that when Quinsha got out of the car and crossed the street to get into the gate of her yard, the girl was busy watching her cell phone screen, someone might call or text. Until Quinsha is unaware, if there is a box car that will pass.

RAfardhan who has started the car engine—will leave the place— very surprised to see everything. He shouted to Quinsha, but the girl did not listen. The man got out of the car and immediately pulled Quinsha's body. His powerful pull made the girl scream and just fell in Rafardhan's arms. But both were rescued from a passing box car and drove fast.

Quinsha also validated Rafardhan's description. That it was all just a spontaneous act because the handsome young man wanted to save her, not a form of reflection from two people in love.

Hearing all that, Firda seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He even gently wiped the tears on his daughter's face.

But Firda's expression was inversely proportional to Azman's. The middle-aged man did not seem to feel relieved and airy. Even the look on his face was still filled with anger.

And now all the views are on Azman. I hope that the old man can change his decision. A moment later, the middle-aged man opened a speech. “Good. If that's the reason.” Immediately everyone breathed a sigh of relief hearing what he had triggered. Azman, however, re-opened his voice. “But, my decision for Quinsha to get married soon, is irreversible,” breaks up.

“Paman ..” Quinsha could only speak softly and cut off his words just like that, because of the uncle who shook his head.

“This is a sign, son. That you should get married soon. Your age is mature enough for that.”

“Iya, Uncle. I get it too. Uncle and Ummi ‘kan have already talked about this, and I have also agreed to know first. Not in such a hurry, Uncle.” Quinsha tries to negotiate with Azman.

“But, Uncle ..”

“I've asked your candidate to come tomorrow. And you have no reason to refuse anymore. It's my decision,” concluded Azman. The man immediately got up to leave the room. Because he did the hammer.

Quinsha immediately hugged Firda with a shaky shoulder, within seconds her sobs could be heard. Rafardhan stared at it for quite a while in silence, before then he immediately got up in pursuit of Azman.

“Uncle, wait!” call him.

Azman stopped his steps and turned to look at the handsome young man.

“So, Quinsha does have to get married soon?”

“Yes, as you have heard for yourself,” Azman said.

“Then, I will propose to Quinsha now and marry her,” break up Rafardhan. A very surprising decision for Quinsha, Firda and Azman.

“You're serious young man?” Azman looks very doubtful about the seriousness of Rafardhan.

“Iya, I am serious,” firmly Rafardhan.

“Rafa, you what the fuck?” Quinsha immediately stood up to the young man. However, Rafardhan only saw him for a moment and looked back at Azman.

“Who is your name?” asked Azman while looking at Rafardhan full of investigation.

“Rafasya Adtya Zaidan.”

“Your age?”

“22 years.”

Azman seemed to be sighing. ‘this young man is still very young, but I like his decisiveness, it seems like he quite has the soul of the leader. What every man should have. As a priest in the household’ Inner Azman.

“Well, if you really want to marry my son, Quinsha. Bring your parents here tonight!” decreed Azman.

“No wait!” prevent Quinsha. “Rafa, we need to talk.” The girl immediately pulled Rafardhan's hand slightly away.

“No need for kayak gini, Rafa. I have forgiven you. Really am. You who once wanted to ensnare my heart, for revenge on Mr. Alarik. I understand everything. I understand why you act that way. And I've forgiven.”

Quinsha paused for a moment, to take as many breaths as she could. His chest feels tight now. Rafardhan was just watching.

“So, there is no need for you to sacrifice yourself like this just to make up for your guilt towards me. I have forgiven you,” continued Quinsha with tears falling.

“I made this decision, not because of it, Quin,” Rafardhan said.

“Then?”

“Because I feel like always being close to you,” Rafardhan said.

“But, Rafa ..”

“Ok, I know, Quin. You never wanted to marry me. But at the very least, you know me better than the candidate you put up with who you don't know at all.”

Quinsha was silent.

“Quin, go inside. This has become an uncle's business with your future husband!” azman's word to Quinsha.

The beautiful girl immediately turned around and approached her um. “Ummi please, prevent them! Cancel everything!” pinta Quinsha is hopeful.

“Sha, ummi cannot oppose your uncle's decision,” Firda said.

“But ummi know who Rafardhan is?”

Firda nodded. “He's a famous artist,” he said.

“He, his son Alarik, Umi. He's a son Sherin said. And she's 3 years younger than Quinsha.”

But Firda was unmoved by all the reasons Quinsha. Because Azman has made up his mind and that decision cannot be stopped.

Quinsha could only run into the room, and flood her face with tears now.

Rafardhan called Alarik, asking him to come.