Fake Status

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Rara was confused what to say?

He never thought about something like this. He wants to reject this decision. But how. Start in his head, how he continued his education, what if he was pregnant and had children.

Rara shook her head, thinking about all that.

Everyone was surprised by Rara's body language. Hafiz felt shock.

"That arm, Rara won't accept Opiz's proposal, son?" ask Ms. Arsha.

Rara came out of her mind.

"Oh.. uh. mom, how was Rara's lecture? Will Rara be safe when she's married?" tannya

"Ra, you will still go to college, and God willing, you will always be safe." this time Hafiz tried to convince Rara.

"How, son?" ask Rara's father.

Rara looked towards her parents, Hafiz and Hafiz's parents. All are waiting for Rara's answer, but Rara is still confused as to what to answer. For a few minutes, silence occurred. No mouth speaks.

Rara lowered her head.

Everyone thinks it may not be the time.

"Dad, mother, if this is indeed Rara's hand line, Rara received Hafiz mas to guard Rara." the voice broke the silence that afternoon.

"Are you sure, son?" asked Arsha, letting out tears.

"Mom doesn't want you to feel overwhelmed. You you're not ready, you just say. Maybe not now, but later, the open time is possible" explained Ms Arsha again.

"Now, or later, it might be the same Mom. We'll take the approach after marriage, and Rara is sure, Mas Hafiz will take care of Rara." Rara glanced at Hafiz.

Hafiz felt disbelief, the woman he knew by accident, could speak that mature. He smiled with relief.

His heart was pounding, harboring immense happiness.

"Piz," Ms. Arya took out a small box that was in her bag.

And in front of the two families, Hafiz approached Rara who was sitting. He sat down in front of Rara.

"Bismil was born Rahmanirrahim, Fakhira bint Muhammad Arsha, will you accept the sermon from me?"

Rara surprised. And he stood up from his seat, shedding his tears.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, with the permission of his father and mother, Rara received the sermon from mas Hafiz"

Miss Arya and Miss Arsha, hug.

They're happy.

Hafiz pairs the ring on Rara's ring finger.

He wanted to hug the woman in front of him.

"Rara wants to get married on Rara's birthday" Rara said.

4 More months, maybe enough to prepare for the wedding. Pak Arya's family accepts Rara's decision.

"During that time, Rara will be closely guarded by my confidants" said Mr. Arya.

Eventually the talks had to stall, as time showed for Mr. Arya's family to leave Jakarta. Hafiz should not have come home, but, Arya said, something that requires Hafiz to return home immediately to Malang.

"Mas come home, Ra. On Saturday, we will take you back to Malang" Hafiz told Rara. He was actually hard to leave Rara in Jakarta, feeling very happy at that time. But he had to stop for a moment.

"Yes, the right job. For us" said Rara

Hearing Rara's words, Hafiz excitedly got into the car that would deliver them to Soekarno Hatta airport.

Arsha's mother hugged her daughter. He did not expect, the independent daughter, had a myriad of problems. He was crying kissing Rara's forehead.

"You'll be happy, son. I believe in God's destiny"