Arrived - Arrived Matchmade

Husband-to-be

The morning prayer roused every Muslim from his deep sleep. To perform the duty to the Khalik.

After the dawn prayer and teaching, Zahira is now in charge of washing all dirty clothes. Zahira's mother is cooking for breakfast. Zahira continued his morning activities by sweeping the house and front yard of his house. It becomes routine every day.

"Make coffee for your father." Tell Mother to Zahira, when her daughter has gone inside after finishing sweeping.

"Yes Mak." Anguk Zahira then make the favorite black coffee of the Father.

"Your sister hasn't woken up yet, Nduk, it's six o'clock." Said Zahira's mother, frying fish.

Akmal has a bad habit if not awakened will not wake up. Sometimes Zahira upset herself with the behavior of her wayward sister.

After putting coffee on the table. Zahira stepped into Akmal's room to wake the empress who was still enjoying her dream.

"Wake up, it's six o'clock. You want bad luck getting into school!" Zahira shook her brother's arm slowly.

"So much longer, Ma'am, it's still this sleepy." Akmal raspy with eyes closed.

"Mal.. let's get up quickly, there's nothing later before Mom gets angry!" Sahut Zahira fierce.

With laziness Akmal also woke up from his bed. Pick up the towel that was slung behind the door, then step into the bathroom next to the kitchen. Zahira herself tidied up her sister's bed which was very messy.

"Let's have breakfast, the food is ready." Zahira's mother's orders to her family.

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In the rice field, you are pulling weeds that grow next to freshly planted rice. When pulling the grass someone called the Father. It turned out that the man was Adam's father who was also in the rice field.

"I'm looking forward to my besan candidates." Seloroh Ayam Adam approached Mr. Zahira who had climbed into the rice field.

Mr. Zahira smiled. "Haha, of course it's San. Let it be when the harvest is abundant." Kekeh Mr. Zahira. Adam's father laughed too.

"Look San, last night I had negotiated the matter of arranged marriage with Adam and Alhamdulillah." Said Adam's Father.

"Alhamdulillah.if Nak Adam agrees, actually I was worried if Nak Adam refused this matchmaking." Said the Father who was worried about the matchmaking they arranged.

Adam's father smiled.

"So, tonight we will visit your house San. to bring our children together." Said Adam's Father.

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When I get home from work. Zahira's mother told her that her future husband would come to visit. Zahira himself was immediately surprised why it could be so fast. Without asking much more Zahira just assented.

The sound of a motorbike stopped in front of Zahira's house. The sound of Adam's motorcycle. The handsome man with a height of 177 cm did not expect if he was betrothed to Zahira, the girl he had always avoided all this time.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.." Greetings Adam and his father at the same time.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." Greet Mr and Ms. Zahira to approach her guests. They were happy to see their future son-in-law finally coming to his house.

"Let's go to San, son of Adam." Ask your guests to sit down.

Adam and his father were sitting in a chair, Mother immediately brought drinks and some snacks to serve the guest.

"Sir, please call Zahira." Father's Order.

Zahira's mother approached her daughter in the room. Zahira was sitting on the edge of the mattress with an erratic feeling.

"Sir, let's get out your future husband has come." Said Zahira's mother with a big smile entering the child's room.

"Ah. i-iya Mak." Zahira answered, who was nervous.

Zahira walked behind the mother towards the living room with her head lowered, she was afraid of being embarrassed. Adam looked closely at Zahira as the girl sat right in front of him. Really tonight Zahira is very beautiful with the Gamis and veil she wears.

Mr. Zahira started a conversation.

"Sir, this is Adam's son who will be your husband." Said the father after his daughter came out to his guests.

Zahira who had looked down immediately gasped in shock when you said the name Adam. She looked up to see who her guests were or rather her future husband. And...

Degs..

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Seriate...