Earth Angel

Chapter 32: Prospective Husband

It was still where the zhivana and arrsyad were sitting together in front of the house. Chatting unwittingly there was someone who was already standing in the courtyard of the zhivana mansion. Hearing the voice of the man who was about to become her husband, suddenly made zhivana reflex immediately stand up in shock, her tiny gloved hands clutching her black staff. Arrsyad who saw such zhivana made himself feel astonished.

"Can't" he said again, not liking.

The person walked closer towards the zhivana as well as the arrsyad who had followed stood up. In his heart he wondered who this man before him was.

"Who are you." Ask arrsyad coldly.

The man gave a small smile, then looked at zhivana for a moment before answering a question from the arrsyad.

"My name is Muhammad Azwar Haidar. Her future husband is Zhivana Khoirun Nisa. And you're on your own?" Azwar said firmly while extending a hand.

Arrsyad was silent for a moment to think, he looked at Azwar with a dislike look. Arrsyad extended his hand to shake hands with each other.

"Ustadz azwar." The arrsyad murmured in his heart.

"Arrshad Zega Al Faruq's. His soul mate kak zhivana who has been written on lauhul mahfudz." Answer the arrsyad by emphasizing the word lauhul mahfudz.

"Yaalloh how is this". Inner zhivana.

They both let go of each other's hands. Azwar still looks mediocre but another with his already rumbling heart. What about arrsyad? do not ask again how his handsome face is in this condition. Surely the arrsyad will show her that flat and cold face.

"It looks like you're a very confident person" Azwar said with a smile.

"certain. Because that's the fact. Anyway, it's all gonna come true"

Azwar knew what the arrsyad meant, but he tried to be patient to hold back his emotions. Azwar exhaled his heavy breath that felt tight.

"I beg you arrsyad, don't talk like that. After all, me and Azwar are getting married soon" said zhivana stammered from feeling guilty to the arrsyad.

"I didn't think you'd deny it" said the arrsyad in disappointment.

Zhivana lowered her head even more, if only she could see maybe she would see how disappointed the arrsyad was now on her.

"Defying what, you mean?" Azwar asked who wanted to know the meaning of the arrsyad speech earlier.

"Before I left for America four years ago, my brother and I made a pact. Brother Zhivana promised to wait for me to come home so it can be said that after I go home I will marry him"

"Zhivana is that true?" Ask azwar.

Azwar was a little surprised to learn this truth, not expecting that the zhivana would hide this from him. Shouldn't they be open to each other? Moreover, soon he and zhivana will soon get married.

"That's right. I'm sorry, I wasn't honest with you before." Speak zhivana with gibberish.

"Cih. It's a bitch that she's called a mas." Inner arrsyad

"Arrshad you better forget about zhivana, because we're getting married soon." Azwar.

"You think I'll just give up."

"No, but I'll make sure you give up."

Azwar looked back at the zhivana who was now looking down. Azwar smiled back at zhivana, himself aware that he was jealous but as much as possible azwar would control.

"Zhivana come with me. Umi wants to talk to you about our wedding clothes later" said Azwar.

Arrsyad who heard it immediately stared intently at azwar. No, this can not be allowed, this is too far arrsyad loves zhivana very much, he should not give up just like that.

"Sister zhivana I just came here, does brother zhivana not miss me" said the arrsyad.

Zhivana was more confused, if she chose to go with azwar certainly arrsyad will be more disappointed in him, especially arrsyad had just come from America. Zhivana admitted that she also missed arrsyad so much that she could only say her name in prayer.

"Honestly, I miss arrsyad a lot. But I'm confused now who I should choose. Azwar soon he will be my husband, yaalloh now I feel very wrong." Inner zhivana.

"But what about the arrsyad, the kasian he just arrived. It can't be late in the afternoon" Zhivana said cautiously fearing her offending azwar.

"But the mummy is now, the guy from the boutique is coming soon. So for arrsyad you should just go home. It's not good to linger in the house of a woman who isn't her mahrom"

Arrsyad snorted in annoyance.

"can't. I'll just come, where are you going?" Say the arrsyad casually.

"Can't" Azwar said.

They answered simultaneously quickly, making the arrsyad instantly wrinkle his forehead.

"Indeed, why?"

"Arrsyad you'd better go home. If you follow the princess santri who are here will be odd on flirtatious" said Azwar origin. Actually, he was afraid Arrsyad would interfere.

"Santri" murmured arrsyad.

"Yes. My house is in a pesantren neighborhood" Azwar said.

"All right, I'll just wait here. So don't be long"

Arrsyad reoccupied himself in the chair. The white water on the tray he took and drank it until it ran out, after finishing drinking he put the glass back in place. Arrsyad folded his hands in front of his chest. Not forgetting his flat face it smiled resplendently at azwar.

"It's up to you" Azwar said.

Azwar cheered happily, in his heart he felt victorious for being able to carry the zhivana.

"Sorry, you have to wait" said Zhivana.

"It's okay, it's best not to take too long. Brother Zhivana knows I'm the one who's impatient"

"alright. Then we stay first" Azwar said.

"Assalamualaikum" said azwar and zhivana together.

"Girishal"

Arrsyad gazed at the departure of zhivana and azwar, they walked side by side until they stepped further away and disappeared from the sight of the arrsyad.

"Until this moment at least I know what it's like to love in silence, to harbor the feeling of longing alone. I'm so jealous of ustadz azwar, look at his very taqwa appearance makes kak zhivana fit him." Inner arrsyad

"Sister zhivana I want to know, do you miss me?" Mumbled arrsyad.

"Waiting for you in patience is more beautiful to me than expressing it. Waiting for you in prayer is more meaningful than explaining." Inner zhivana.

Now Azwar's heart felt uneasy. His mind continued to think about the words of the arrsyad earlier who invited zhivana to get married, let alone the two of them had promised each other.

Azwar admitted that the arrsyad was very handsome, educated and also very cool. Azwar looked at the zhivana who was now walking beside him, the veiled woman could not see this was able to make azwar love him so much.

"Mas" said zhivana who felt awkward.

"Damvana. I'm afraid of losing you, you know, my heart is feeling really tight right now"

Azwar grinned his chest, indeed this was very painful and felt tight. Azwar was afraid that zhivana would leave him later.

"Mas should not be afraid of losing me, I will soon be his wife" said zhivana with his meekness.

"I had to lie to my own feelings. I did all this just for the happiness and healing of Azwar, I was so afraid he was wondering why. Moreover, his illness made me even less willing to stay away from him." Inner zhivana.

Without feeling now they both have arrived in front of his house kiai husen. There is already an Imi Aisyah waiting. Inside the house there are already two women from the boutique to plan a dress that how will zhivana and azwar wear later.

"Assalamualaikum" Ucapa azwar and zhivana together.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Come on, let's go inside they've been waiting since"

"Yes umi" Azwar said.

Zhivana, azwar, and umi aisyah also entered the house. They just go straight to the point, talking about wedding dresses and decorations for later events.

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