Feel It in Your Heart, My Husband
CHAPTER 1
"Mikail, mama doesn't want to know anything you're doing out there. But, what needs to be remembered is, you already have a soul mate. And this cannot be canceled. Unless your mom's dead." The words of a woman managed to make the young man who had ridden his ninja motorbike, down again.
"Muach, I love you mama." After peeking at the mother's cheek, the young man got back on his bike, then passed. Leaving the mother who could only massage the chest.
The young man was Mikail khairun pahlavi (25 years old). The first child of Mr. Aidil khairun pahlevi and madam Nani wijaya. They have a pair of sons and daughters. And, Aisyah khairun pahlavi is the name of their daughter.
At a night club.
"Mik, come on!" A woman was seen swiping her chest into the arm of the man named Mikail.
"Sheel..Be patient. We'll enjoy this first." Said the man while continuing to dance. Under the sound of deafening music.
I don't know how long he's been there. In the early hours of the morning, the man decided to go home.
Mikail accidentally turned off his motorbike away from home. He did not want his mother to wake up and re-nag her. The man opened the door as slowly as possible. Then walk around.
"Good Mika" Suddenly all the lights were on. And, the mother was standing with her waist.
"Mama, Mika was going home ma, but the motorcycle tyre suddenly leaked." His exhaustion.
"Do you think your mom is stupid?" The woman approached.
Mikail tried to find another reason. "Well, his anger's on hold tomorrow! Mika must sleep mah, tomorrow morning must meet with the lecturer." The man retreated when he saw his mother taking a broom. The mother's weapon.
"Oh, it's turn at home. You just remembered the lecturer. But at the club, what do you remember, Syetan?" The mother immediately swung the broomstick.
Mikail ran around the guest chair. Trying to avoid his mother's blow. "Well, istigfar mah. Mika's big, time's still on the cake gini." The man protested.
"What do you say, it's big?" The mama ngosan.
Mikail smiled at the victory sign. "Yes dong mah. It's been 25 years. Masa, it's still at the stake with a broomstick." Answer, approaching. He grabbed a broom, then led his mother to sit down. The man also began to grip the mother's shoulders.
"Well, are you sure you're a big boy?" My mother asked back.
"Yoot.." Answer in spirit 45.
"OK, tomorrow you go to the village. And, bring your mother's daughter-in-law here." The mother's words managed to make Mikail's hand stop.
"Oh buset. Guess me." The man cursed.
"Mika campus lesson schedule tomorrow solid mah. So, Mika had to refuse Mama's request." Answer the man with a smile.
"Do you think Mama doesn't know your college schedule? Don't forget that mom is a lecturer there." Again, the woman broke the reason given by Mikail.
"Yes, but mah.."
"Mika. Don't need a lot of your reasons. Anyway Mama wants you to come home tomorrow and bring your future daughter-in-law here. If not all the ATMs and facilities you have, you will unplug." Said the mother, then the middle-aged woman walked back to the room.
Mikail looks ruffled her hair in frustration. "Please help me. Mika time came there by herself. Males ah mah." Whine at the man while following the steps of the mother.
"Mama didn't say you went alone. Tomorrow your sister will accompany you back to the village. He just happens to be saying it." Added Nani.
"What, that iler is coming too? No mah, Ica is spoiled, make Mika bother aja ntar. Mika better go alone" he said again, with a heart that increasingly puffed up.
"Mama's decision is already round. So, no more bargaining. You go, or give me back the facilities that you love." Nani held her hand to the child. Waiting for the man to give you something.
"Okay, okay. Tomorrow Mika leaves. Mama satisfied?" Say it with a face. Then it passed to his camp.
Nani widened her smile. The middle-aged woman who still looked fresh and beautiful, was very happy because she could win the battle with the child.
"It's my death. Why do I like the shepherd duck so much? It's bad, I'm stuck, kuel, kumel, his life sucks people again. Look out for the duckling. As soon as you get here. I'll make the same calculation." Mikail ngedumel himself.
"Mika, wait a little napa!" Nani.
"Yes, yes, brother ah.." A beautiful, hijab-wearing woman ran down the stairs.
"Lo is yes, just want to go to the village of the hick, and the dansan ampe all day. Who the hell would you like to meet there?" Mikail is still cursed.
"Ih, bring it." The girl put her bag in the trunk. After that, they immediately say goodbye to the mother.
Before long, their car was gone. The distance of the city where he lives with his mother's hometown, can take 4 hours drive by car. And, Mika prefers to drive alone rather than having to use the services of a driver.
Their car had just entered the courtyard of a large wooden house with a distinctive pattern of the custom, when the day was almost entering twilight.
The man got out of the car. Then, stretch his muscles that feel sore because of driving too long.
"Alhamdulillah Mica, Aisha. You finally arrived. Eyang ampe is worried about you guys." An old woman came to hug them with a smile.
"Sorry, eyang. Because of the iler tuh. Along the way, he asked for a straight stop. Want this snack, that snack. Make it sprain." He looked in annoyance at his sister.
"uh. basics. Angry dude. Ica, want to enjoy an eye-popping trip. His name also comes home once." He said while landing his head on his grandmother's shoulders
The old woman named Nunik laughed as she stroked the granddaughter's back. "Already, already. Let's enter! I want maghrib." The words of the eyang managed to break the debate 2 brothers earlier.
They immediately stepped in. Aisyah directly directed her eyes to the entire room. Seeking someone. "Where is Husna?" Aisyah's question got a sharp glare from Mikail.
"Husna went to the mosque, today there is a competition to read the Qur'an. He's one of the judges there." Answer eye.
"Oh.. What time did Husna come home?" Again the girl asked as she was already sitting on the living room sofa.
"Most after isa prayer. Go rest in Husna's room." The eyed stroked Aisyah's arm.
"And you Mika, just rest in the back room." His gaze moved towards Mikail
"Yes, heck." Answer them simultaneously.
Time passed, Mikail who was sleeping suddenly woke up when she heard a noise in the kitchen. He rubbed his eyes several times trying to gather his consciousness that was still splattered in the dreamland.
And, the first thing he smelled was a fragrant aroma that made his stomach sound.
And, without warning the man got up and walked towards the direction of the aroma.
"Waw. corn pergedel. My favorite." The man grabbed and put a stick in his mouth.
"When you eat, read Bismillah first. Let's be blessed." The soft voice of a woman, managed to surprise Mikail.
The man turned his head, looking as if a simple black-hooded woman had been standing behind him. "Eh duck. Don't be pretentious to advise your parents." Her speech. Then passed.
"That, make me syrup with ice. Take it to the living room." Said without looking.
That woman who was none other than Husna, could only shake her head while taking a breath. She is very familiar with the rude attitude of the cousin who also doubles as her future husband.
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