CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

#40

Bismilbornrahmaanirrahiim

Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad

Iqbal Dirgantara sat cross-legged in the living room of his house, next to him sat his wife with a look of uneasiness due to the arrogance shown to his house guests. Everyone knows very well that Iqbal Dirgantara is not a good host for men. Especially men who visit directly to see his daughter. Dirga will act annoying like a member of SATPOL PP who wants to peek at the market.

"I proposed to my father's daughter, I want to marry her"

Repeat Azam louder because it did not also get a response from his first statement. Iqbal Dirgantara raised an eyebrow, deliberately delaying the tempo to provoke the anger of the young man to immediately get away from his residence.

"What can you give him?"

Azam never hesitated to look anyone in the eye, but conquering a member of the TNI air force like Iqbal Dirgantara may be another thing.

"Only I can afford to give him protection other than his stubborn father and brother!"

Azam's bold answer was rewarded with a sharp glance by Iqbal and Arkha Dirgantara.

"You came all the way away from Wonogiri just wanting to say this shit to me?"

Hanifa sighed deeply, it would be complicated if Iqbal Dirgantara intervened. He did not want Dirga to make the wrong decision for his daughter.

"I say that coming from my intentions isn't just nonsense."

Azam responded bravely, unaffected by Iqbal Dirgantara's intimidation.

Dirga was grieving, suddenly remembering the information he had just received. Maybe that was the reason that encouraged the young man's confidence to dare to propose Asha to his home.

"You think, knowing the fact that you are son of KH. Abdurrahman Lathif can change something from my perspective?"

Azam's eyes flashed firmly.

You don't have to bother looking at my father in me, because he and I are different. You just have to see me in myself".

"Unfortunately you are too bad in my eyes, Khairul Azam".

Sambar Dirga quickly.

"Will you do my daughter later? Bait for duty in your unit? Or someone you put on display in your bleak life?"

Azam tightened his own jaw, as much as possible not exposed to the provocation of Iqbal Dirgantara.

"He won't be anything like you said, Lieutenant Colonel. I will take care of him more than myself. With my life he will live!"

"Are you sure that your mental illness has healed?"

Azam's most dangerous grin appeared, seemingly not generous.

"Well, of course. A woman like your daughter is both a poison and an antidote to treat my madness, right? You certainly know more than me, don't you?"

"Here you go, you better go home. Or am I taking you to the garage?"

The warm tea made by Hanifah was not touched at all, the men were too busy with arrogance.

"You should ask Asha and listen to her opinion?"

Hanifa warned her husband.

Dirga glanced sharply at his wife.

"Silent Hanifa! I know what's best for my daughter!"

He looked straight at Azam.

Whahuh?

Azam petrified, Husain Fahmi proposed to Asha? Hanifah even Arkha who was not so fond of Azam was taken aback, the information was so shocking to them. Fahmi, who happened to be there, stood up to talk to Azam, but Dirga stood up from the sofa and pulled Fahmi's hand closer.

"I have accepted your proposal for my daughter!"

Azam standing. If it is true what Dirga said, then what does Asha mean by accepting his request? Funny, weird, everything is ridiculous! Or the girl just wants to play with him.

Asha went down the stairs in a hurry to immediately break up the misunderstanding.

"I've received his salvation, Pa! And Mimi never made any proposal to me. Please don't complicate things, Papa don't make things up!"

Dirga seems to have been patient to see his daughter join in opposition.

"Good, get in your room right now!"

Asha rubbed her tears, looking at Azam but the young man was unmoved. Asha hoped that Azam would not easily believe what Dirga said.

"Azam, that's not true. Mimi please tell him, that's not true!"

"Shut up! Fahmi, I know better!"

"Pa, don't pressure Mimi for unwarranted interests!"

"Asha!"

"Enough! Never lie in this house!"

Hanifah stared one by one at the house, at the rock-hard Iqbal Dirgantar, the dislike Arkha, the grieving Fahmi, especially on Azam and his own daughter who stood restless.

"We all know that the journey of human life is very long. But actually short, even with twists - the liking is only simple. We were created by God to worship Him. So if we wish to meet Him in His condition for us, let us do our best to reach His pleasure and to reconcile ourselves to the Sunnah - the Sunnah of His Messenger".

Hanifah's warm gaze fell on her stiff-tempered husband.

"So did the marriage proposal of this young man who was submitted to our daughter, his qabulus, the presence of a guardian and two witnesses, including our presence in this agreement is also worship. Which does not escape the necessity in accordance with the Shari'a of God. So I beg you, do not be insistent, let him be happy of his choice?"

"But I deserve to decide what's best for him. You obviously don't know who this young man Hanifah really is!"

Hanifah took a deep breath.

"Who is this young man? I know, the same person who helped you find Asha and Fahmi. Get them out of danger while he's willingly hurt!"

Suddenly Dirga was stunned, staggered like a pickaxe.

"You won't understand!"

"Yes'...!"

Hanifah held Dirga's arm gently.

"You are entitled, but Asha is not entirely yours, nor is it entirely mine. Leave with limited space he uses his ownership of himself. You can't force your will".

Iqbal Dirgantara fought an inner war before taking one of the most important decisions in the history of his life, bestowing power over Asha in others is not an easy matter. Since the womb though, Asha many times I got attempted murder. The sunken eyes thanks to the hard work looked at the figure of Azam,

at that moment, his doubts were growing. Iqbal Dirgantara took a deep breath.

"Okay, for my Lord and my daughter's sake. But I remind you once again, women are married for 4 reasons: Her wealth, descent, beauty, and religion. Then take my daughter later as a wife and trust that you will be held responsible for her. With and with Him you worship Allah, in joy also in sorrow".

But love is in charge of perfecting not covering up shortcomings or advantages. Azam nodded full of promises of confidence.

Wowwww.bodies have Up, as a result of staying up last night. Give like or coment award...😙