Forced to Marry a Bad Fig

The Poor Akbar

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"Austenance!"

"Old time?" the two girls in front of him smiled sweetly. Kirana then sat at the same table as them.

"No, just now" said Dita.

"If Nila has been a long time," he added, glancing at the girl next to him.

"Emang deliberately came early." the girl by the name of Nila had a large and round black eye bead. But sometimes not too visible because it is blocked by rectangular-shaped glasses. It gives a smart impression and it is in fact like that.

"Why?" ask Kirana while giving her a glance. They were at the usual cafe where they met. Cafe with a typical millennial style interior but there are some Islamic values.

On the walls of this cafe there are several calligraphy and postulates, both the Quran and hadith about eating and drinking and adab friends as fellow prophets Muhammad and country friends. Yep, some non-Muslim teenagers also often come here. Probably because of a comfortable place and away from the crowd. It creates a calming atmosphere.

A waiter came to them with a tray that had been filled with snacks and drinks.

"Lo want to eat Kiran?" Kirana shakes. He stared at Nila's cool wonder with his phone.

"This snack is just. I've eaten." Kirana plucked the potato and put it in her mouth.

"By the way, what's your cousin's name? Looks pretty too." Dita smiles seductively. Kirana rounded her eyes. Then realize, maybe because Dita just looks from behind. Kirana remembers when she accidentally hit Akbar. The man looks like he has a big body. When viewed from behind, it is very handsome.

"Since when have you had a male cousin?" tanya Nila with her eyebrows linked.

"Since long ago" said Kirana.

"What's his name?" Kirana swallows saliva. Then look at his two best friends.

"But really! He has a wife." Dita and Nila looked at each other confused. They're just names, aren't they?

"Part of doing the hell from earlier Nile, when talking to guys just go straight into the limb."

"Let's read this!" Nila let Dita look at her phone screen.

"Eh, that's me. How about Dita?" Nila laughed a little.

"Because you must know this." Kirana knitted her eyebrows. Then take Nila's phone and look at the screen there. An online news from a well-known trusted website throughout Indonesia.

Ijab Qobul covered Randy Giandra Bratajaya and Puspa Purwa Cakrawangsa

The title of the news there is accompanied by a candid photo of Randy who is like saying ijab qobul and Puspa who wears white kebaya next to him. Then he read the whole news until finally this beautiful girl with brown eyes heaved a sigh of relief.

In the news, they were told that their marriage had been carried out two months ago. It can be suspected that Randy who arranged everything so that their children are not called children out of wedlock or other bad nicknames. They also said they will have a party this month.

"We are not invited as it turns out," muttered Dita in a disappointed tone. Makes Kirana confused as to what to answer.

"Well, why do we have to secretly marry?" Nila menimpali

"Not secretly, they just don't want to publish it. For them the relationship is not the consumption of many people." Kirana looked at her two friends.

"If I invite you, can you come?" kirana asked in a mocking tone. His two friends are usually very busy.

"His Qobul Job is just a simple event. This is the 25th of the party. Come, yes" said Kirana while smiling sweetly.

"Surely," said Dita with spirit. He hasn't been at the party for a long time.

"That's a big brother, '" said Nila

"Haha!" Kirana laughed heartily.

"I don't mean lo, but Randy's brother." Kirana was silent while Dita widened her eyes.

"Randy Giandra Bratajaya, right? Since when did he have a sister? Not an only child?" questions from Dita.

"No, he's not too tired in the public. But Mr. Bratajaya has two sons."

"Do you know where to try?" kirana asked with an intimidating look.

"Just relax kalee Na, papa I was a colleague of Mr. Bratajaya and also familiar temen it. Papa knows right out of Om Ardi's mouth."

"It's said yes, his name is Akbar. Very often his parents find a girl who wants to marry Akbar but everything is rejected," added Nila while plucking a french fries in front of him.

"Lho why?" Dita looks very enthusiastic.

"Because his face was broken." Dita's forehead twitched in wonder

"Why not an operation? Isn't Bratajaya's family rich?" ask Dita

"It's not that easy, Dit!" Nila menoyor soft head Dita.

"Whatsame. I don't understand." Dita rubbed her head slowly. Actually, it doesn't hurt at all.

"Based on my thinking, Akbar's face might be completely destroyed. So, can not be operated and need a donor face. The actual reality of the operation is not as easy as almost everyone often imagines," explained Nila at length. Kirana just silently listened.

"Oh, is that it? It's so hot," murmured Dita slowly.

"Yes, I can't imagine if I were Akbar. Worse yet the donor face is difficult to find. If there is also not necessarily suitable donor."

"The poor bar." Dita chimed again

Kirana silently digested all the words of her friend Nila. There was a little bit of pity on her husband.

"Indeed, ruined because of what the hell?" ask Dita again.

"Assynnya!"

That heavy voice made them flinch. A handsome young man with both corners of his lips perfectly lifted looked at the three of them.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, sit Mas," said Dita with a smile. The young man sat between Dita and Kirana. The masculine scent was instantly smelled by Kirana's nose.

"This is what I want to say to you Kirana!" said Dita while smiling sweetly.

Seriate

Sorry just up yaa. Kemaren is picking. Turns out missing. 😭 really sprained. So I have to re-tap (