Created Destiny

Not the Right Time

The romance that has just begun is not over, career affairs also begin to disturb Jihan's mind. Return overtime, stay up late and move back and forth to and fro. I hope he finds success. The work of his team members made Jihan dissatisfied. As a result, as much as possible he did and worked on his own. Jihan is getting temprament. His life patterns are getting wild.

After work, he did not go home immediately. Bars in Jakarta were targeted. Getting drunk is not bad. Jihan felt that the world was playing tricks on her. Everything he had and easily got was gone.

DUARR....

The door thrust woke all of her from her sleep. The rapid pace sounded.

PLAKK....

"Astaghfirullah PAPA!! Istighfar Pa's....! istighfor...."

The jihan that was slapped was just grinning and astonished at the expression of the annoyed Papa.

"Basic child does not know himself! Go home always night, get drunk. This is what you get from the wild in the land of people?! Have a child behaving like a demon!!! Aren't you ashamed of the people who look down on our family?!"

Adding to the growl, Papa pulled Jihan and brought her into the bathroom. There, Jihan sprayed cold water that came out profusely through the shower. Screaming and shivering. Already beginning to realize, Jihan began to cry lamenting her condition. Without saying, Papa threw the shower firmly and left the place.

Mama who was already feeling sorry for Jihan's condition, took a towel and hugged her daughter tightly.

"Jihan... istighfar Darling! You are a woman, you have to take care of yourself. Take care of our family's honor. That intoxication doesn't solve the problem."

Jihan in the arms of Mama added to cry as much as she pleased. He really has passed. He never heard what the old man said. His emotional level led to a perverted path.

"You promised Mama. Stay with these bad habits of yours. If there is a problem you tell Mama, you bow down and ask God for help. Not even drunk like this. Papa didn't punish you wrong. Papa is not wrong to be overprotective to you. Because Mama knows, the feelings of a parent who sees her child's life that is beyond the limit are very painful and feel like a failure, son."

"Sorry Ma.... Hiksss.... Hicksw...."

"First, Papa and Mama always see you pray, you recite, you are polite. But now everything's changed. You forsake your duties as Muslims, you forsake your duties as a child. Mama and Papa still feel like they failed to educate a child, Jihan."

In the room, Jihan sleeps in Mama's arms. The half-frown face also provoked Jihan to caress him.

'Ma. Sorry Jihan has made Mama and Papa always worried. Jihan has sinned a lot to Mama and Papa. Jihan wants to change Ma, Pa.'

1 kiss on Mama's forehead channeling her affection. Time wants him to replay it. I want to change and correct past mistakes.

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Weekend is not the time to go. Jihan's room was full of papers and pieces of cloth. The door is intentionally locked. Jihan hoped, no one would disturb her.

TINGG!

A notification message is coming in on the phone screen.

Alya : "Juhan.... I'm coming...."

Fingers are already itching to type. The sound of a knock and the voice of Mama stopped the reply of the message to Alya.

"Yes Ma?"

The door was wide open and spontaneously mama shouted.

"Astaghfirullah's.... JIHAN....!!"

"Ma... don't yell!"

"This is your room, why did you feel like a gini earthquake?! This is why Jihan?!"

"Udah ya Ma, don't be too scared. Jihan again stress. Mama why are you here?"

"Clean your room first!"

"Ok, Ma. Still work too."

"Ih.... You haven't taken a shower?"

Twisting her eyeballs lazily as Mama reacts silly after kissing her body.

"Udah de Ma. Why the hell?"

"Now also take a shower and a beautiful dress! There's a Papa guest coming."

"Continue to do with Jihan what's Ma?"

My mother left without saying. Making a big question mark on Jihan's head.

"Honey.we just got home, you asked to come out again. Capek Darling.... Where should I take all the files I brought yesterday again." Putting on a face.

"Iihhh. I can't wait to see Jihan. I want to tell Jihan about our honeymoon. You're weird, anyway. Honeymoon is still working. Not satisfied to know."

Who would dare to fight the argument that women have spoken.

"You are as adorable as Judes."

"HEW! He has a name! If you don't know just shut up!"

"You are the same husband." Raska's threat was not heard.

Raska simply followed after Alya's departure. Overwhelmedly carrying Alya's files and belongings to be given to Jihan.

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Yogi called Raska back and forth. But there's no answer yet. Scout a little huffed because the important file is in Raska's hands. He forgot that today the file had to be submitted to his client. The clock does not slow down time. The deadline is only until 4pm.

"Where's Gi?"

"The bastard Raska. Not raised Bro."

Pandu rubbed his face while dhikr. Trying to calm down.

Now, he's the one who tried to call. First not responded. It was the second call that could only be heard by Raska.

Subject: "Hallo, Ndu."

Guide: "Assalamualaikum, Race."

Subject: "Waalaikumsalam, Ndu."

Guidance: "Where are you?"

Raska : "Hmm.. This, Ndu... hmm.... still...."

"Darling... whose focus is on driving!"

"Honey, I met Pandu first huh? Just between these files."

"No Honey! I want to get there. Udah... matiin first the phone!"

Guides realize that Raska is in the other direction of the goal. Why, women make it harder?

Raska: "Ndu, yes! I'm driving again. I'll call again. Assalamualaikum."

Guide : "Ras.... The waalaikumsalam."

Hehhhhhhhhh.... Helaan breath squeezing Yogi.

"What the hell is Ndu? Raska why? Where's she?"

"Don't know Gi."

"Crazy for people. It's also too big."

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Jihan doesn't know who's coming. Her casual dress wrapped her finisher's body. The sound of the car roar and Papa from outside raised his curiosity. From the top of the Balcony, Jihan could see 1 family get out of the parked car. Like knowing. Justright. One of the men her father introduced at Alya's wedding the other day. Not wrong again, Papa must have deliberately invited them home to want to bond more closely with his family.

"Oh My God... Why do people come? Where is the family again. Don't tell me, Papa wants my soul mate as much as a guy. I'm so filthy...."

Striking his legs when his gaze came straight with the flirtatious eyes of the guy.

"Eeyuhh.... You....!!"

Jihan's fingers moved quickly looking for Alya's name on her phone.

Jihan: "Hello, Alya. Lo where is it? Help me, Lya.... Help me...."

Jihan's hunting her words. He wanted to run away before his father called. Jihan already knows the storyline that her father is doing.

Jihan: "Lo just come here! I don't want to be fooled. Please, Lya... Take me away!"

Alya: "Who would be fooled by who? Don't you!"

Tok....

And the knock on the door sounded. The warm swish of his body dripped a streak of cold sweat on his forehead.

Alya : "Juhan.... Han.... You're still safe, right?"

Tok.... "Dam.... Jihan....!"

Jasmine: "Alya.... Help me!"

Alya: "Ok, ok Han. I'm just as soon as Raska gets to your house."

Phone call Jihan stop. As soon as possible he should find a way out of here.

"Jihan.. Open the door, baby! Jihan...."

Door knob open. Jihan is so nervous. Completely dead-end in a crucial time like this.

"Why long? Papa calls you tuh. Comeondown!"

'Maybe, Mama can help.' Please in Jihan's heart.

"Ma, Mama loves Jihan, right? Isn't it Ma....?"

"What the hell are you?" A tight grip and a pale face Jihan tickled Mama's laughter. Mama knows why Jihan fucked this up.

"Udahlah Jihan, just follow whatever you want Papa!"

"Ma.... Hix.... Jihan won't...."

"That was you. Come on, let's go down!"

Mama's forced pull lowered Jihan. Until Papa's guests stand up to welcome Jihan. A friendly smile wryly. Jihan deliberately put on a sour face. Their handshakes were not even answered. Role proud, Jihan the champion.

"Hi, Jihan. We'll see you again."

This was the second time they had been forcibly met.

"Please sit down, Daniel! Eat the cake! My wife's cake."

"The cake is delicious. Most coma for 2 weeks. Hihi...."

'Opaan the hell Mama. It was a very funny joke.'

Throughout the conversation, Jihan was just silent. As much as possible, he turned his eyes away. The phone is always held. Waiting if Alya calls. And the expected came. How happy Jihan is right now.

"Alya... Why are you so long? I promise to go to the boutique."

Alya was still trying to stop her fast-pumping heartbeat. Alya was confused as to what to respond. Alya and Raska were embarrassed that there was a family gathering in front of them. Jihan's eyes continued to code to Alya and Raska.

"Alya, Raska, are you home yet?" Papa Jihan said hello.

"Hehehe.... Yes Om. Just arrived."

"Yes, sit down first! All Om would like to know you two of Daniel's family."

Seeing Alya and Raska's reaction, it seemed difficult to plan out.

"Ooo. Mama and Papa where are you, son? Not coming here?"

"Hehehe.... No, not Om."

"Wahh.... The handsome husband."

The praised Raska also smiled clumsyly.

"Can be aunty. Hehe...."

"Alya, Raska, come on....!" A small voice called out to Jihan.

"Where are you going Jihan?"

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2 Hours more Yogi and Pandu waiting. Time is money. Wasting time is not a guiding principle.

"Lo's sure Ndu's his home?" Yogi examined the photo of the magnificent house that Raska sent.

"When you look at the picture, it's Gi. Lagian maps ngarahin here really. C'mon Gi. Let's try it."

The car starts half way through the gate. Before that, Pandu will ask permission to Security to be allowed to enter. Security was also kindly allow and direct the entrance of the main door.

"Buset. Palace times yes, Ndu."

"Usaha will not betray Gi's results. If you want to succeed, you have to do a lot and pray. And don't waste it."

"Yes, Ndu. I was even told I was. Yuk already! Raska sent a message, told us to go straight in."

"Eh, how do you carelessly enter people's homes anyway?"

"The situation inside again riweh. Raska can't get out of Ndu. Nih, from earlier Raska maksa entered." Showing proof of chat from Raska.

Jihan is very upset. Alya and Raska didn't help at all. In fact, they participated in long conversations with ease. The man's eyes kept glancing flirtatiously at Jihan. Jihan could only return that stare. How long will it take to get stuck.

"It seems like they both fit in."

Jihan knows what she means.

"Yes, that was my plan from the beginning. Wanted to match kit's son...."

"NO!! Jihan doesn't want Pa!"

Papa and Mama look surprised to hear Jihan's rejection. Especially Papa who was made embarrassed at this time.

"Damn, keep your attitude!"

"Pa, Jihan also has her own choices. Jihan's not the stuff that's on sale here and there. Papa is sure, Jihan will be happy with an obscure guy like him."

Jihan Demuk. Patience is beyond limits. He won't go into the rat hole.

"Sorry son Jihan, we're not just any family. If indeed you do not like our existence, we have resigned. Come Pi, Dika. Mami is disrespectful here."

"Hmm.. mbak Ajeng do not immediately offended like that. Jihan really likes to control her shit."

"Yes Mi, son Jihan must not be used to us. They still need an adaptation."

'Why am I being wronged anyway? If it's not comfortable, go straight away.'

The swearing can only be expressed in Jihan's heart. In the middle of the conversation, Bik Surti reported that there were 2 men looking for Raska. The so-called Raska started to panic and was a little embarrassed.

"Who's Raska?"

"Hmm. This is Om. Hm...."

"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt the time for a second."

All eyes are on the source of the sound.

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