CHARM GIRL WITH HAZEL EYES

CHAPTER 35. WHAT KIND OF A MATE?

"So why isn't anyone ngabarin the father of the same mother if Kayra is pregnant?" ask Father. In the living room there are Azmi, Iqbal, father and mother also Kayra.

Kayra looked down deeply, the girl linking her fingers feeling guilty towards her parents. "Maa-" just now she wanted to tell the truth, but Iqbal had already cut out her sentence.

"Sorry sir, we also have no intention at all to hide this happy news" Iqbal said.

"Mothers aren't angry with you" said the mother. "But it's feared Kayra can't take good care of her pregnancy, because this is her first pregnancy,"

"Indeed, from the beginning we intend to tell the same father that I am meeting the family tomorrow" Iqbal said again. The young man sitting beside Kayra repeatedly glanced at Azmi who was also silently staring at her. "I'm sorry because Iqbal's fault my father's mother became shocked,"

Dad shook his head slowly. "No papa mas, only you are surprised why none of you are talking," he smiled. "But it turns out that it is your plan to give us a surprise" he continued.

Iqbal fixed his facial expression, the young man did not need to lie to cover up the mistake Kayra and Azmi made. Because even though Kayra's child is not her biological child, Kayra is his wife, so it is only natural that he protects his own wife.

He slapped both his hands on his thighs. "Yes, I want to get ready for the mushola first," said the father who was embraced by others. "You two pray magrib here, right?"

Azmi cleared her throat slowly, intending to reject Kayra's good invitation. "I'm coming home, sir, I happen to have an appointment at home,"

I glanced at the wall clock on display in the living room. "Udah mepet time, rather than praying on the road mending praying here aja. Surely the promise will be in the retreat magrib or all finished," said the father closed with a smile to mengeduh middle-aged man.

Azmi bit her lower lip, the young man glanced briefly at Iqbal who nodded his head.

"Mending all of you here aja mi, let me have the friends," said Iqbal.

"You guys eat malems here, yeah," said the mother again. "Eating briefly mas Azmi, it is rare to gather like this," he said again prevent Azmi who already wants to cut off the sentence of mother.

Azmi let out a slow sigh, finally with a heavy heart the young man nodded his head. "Yes ma'am is not papa" he said, greeted by a bright smile from his mother.

"Sorry yes bang" Azmi said on the way to the mosque. It just so happens that the father of the road is quite far from them with Artar and RW sir.

"Sorry for what,"

"I mean elo so lie to father mother,"

"What am I lying about?"

"Eh?"

"When did I lie to you? right really children in the womb Kayra my child and I have the intention to tell the family fitting later to gather a large family,"

Azmi breathed out slowly. "Thank God that's it,"

"Why?" ask Iqbal slowly. "Lo's still hoping for Kayra?" the young man asked slowly, sharply but precisely.

Azmi chuckled softly. "Gue again try to make her forget her bang times,"

"You know, try again to forget he should not need to play often at home" said Iqbal.

"But that doesn't mean I should stay away from Kayra's family, right?"

"No, not" said Iqbal. "But with it all instead of elo it's getting harder for my wife to escape, whereas elo is always surrounded by people who will always tell me about Kayra,"

Azmi was silent for a long time, it is true what Iqbal just said with him who is still often in contact with the Kayra family makes it very difficult to forget the beautiful girl.

"Let me keep this feeling myself bang," said Azmi resigned. "Let me keep my love to this lo wife myself, I won't bother Kayra and I won't disturb the elo family either,"

Iqbal was silent, the young man did not refuse or accept Azmi's request, until they both finally reached the mosque.

*****

"Ezmi already has another candidate?"

"I don't know Mom, why didn't you ask yourself" Kayra replied. "If it's not right then he's coming home from the mushola,"

"Mom's worried,"

"Worry why?"

"Worried that your husband is jealous Azmi often plays at home,"

"O Allah, O Ma'am, they have also been good from long ago,"

"But where there is a husband who is not jealous mbak, came to the house of in-laws turned out there again there was someone who had been close to his wife," said the mother.

Kayra sighed softly. "Sir Iqbal can't have such a rich ugly mind, ma'am,"

"Are we dating Azmi and Yayuk?"

"Your name is Bu Sur?" kayra asked frowning confused, because there was no other acquaintance named Yayuk.

Mother nodded with spirit. "Even though she is not hijab but she is a good woman mbak, her mother also did not say Bu Ratmi same Bu Tuti so Iqbal mas will not be in gosipin,"

"Ah mother mah," said Kayra. "Sama Clara aja she does not want to let alone the same Yayuk who just diem at home. Moreover, he also still has a relationship with his ex,"

"Ah time, who are you saying?"

"Said Artar,"

"Azmi is the taste of women in the city of Bu, besides she is also a lot of girl friends. You don't have to worry about her being a match,"

"It was my good mother's intention, mbak,"

"In addition, he has also been abroad for a long time, it could be that he also has a decet tea there," said Kayra.

"Ah time anyway? not girls girls abroad clothes are open is that mbak? they also either pray or do not,"

"Yes how to pray Mom, their people either have no religion, too,"

"The Azmi mas love rich women?"

"Kay don't know mahuuu, ah later scolded by father for talking to people again,"

*****

"Whose son-in-law is this Umar?" ask the prayer priest who is old enough.

"This is Mbah" said the father.

Iqbal extended his hand. "Iqbal mbah" said Iqbal.

"This is his daughter-in-law?" tanya Mbah Imam while patting softly on Iqbal's shoulder. "Whose this is who?" asked the Imam again, this time looking at Azmi straight.

"I Azmi mbah her friend bang Iqbal and Kayra,"

"Ohh so this is her husband's friend?"

They both nodded compactly. "Azmi's married yet?"

Azmi shook her head slowly. "No mbah,"

"Ko yet?" tanya Mbah the Imam laughed. "What kind of day is it? who is like Kayra Ta? like Kayra, there is only one here" he said lightly, as if he knew for sure what was always troubling Azmi's mind.