Forced to Marry Penghulu

CH.1 - Forced to Marry Penghulu

Zhafira Adzra Nadhifa is commonly called Zhafira. This beautiful girl has a lover who has been in a relationship for three years.

A few days ago, Daffa Pradipta had proposed to Zhafira to be edited as his wife.

Initially, Papa Fadlan as Zhafira's parents refused for various reasons. However, after seeing his daughter locked up for days in the room, Papa Fadlan agreed to Daffa propose to her son.

Not wanting to wait long, they immediately prepared for the wedding of Daffa and Zhafira to be held at Zhafira's house.

“Pa, Ma, thank you for supporting our relationship. Fira really seneng deh, finally the dream of Fira marrying Daffa will be realized,” said Fira while daydreaming to imagine her hand home life later.

“Whatever it is, for the sake of the happiness of this one and only daughter of Papa, surely Papa followed,” Papa Fadlan replied with an indecipherable feeling.

So also with Mama Latifah who has a bad feeling. Perhaps, only the feelings of a mother are so sensitive to the child.

They are always busy with wedding preparations, such as buying a dress, buying a ring, even taking care of catering and wedding decorations are prepared together.

Papa Fadlan and Mama Latifah didn't do it all by themselves. They were both assisted by Daffa's parents, namely Mr. Widodo and Ms. Widya.

The days pass so quickly. Increasingly deliver Zhafira to go to the happy day he dreamed.

Zhafira was approached by his cousin, who was four years under him. His name is Maisyara Salsabila.

“Kak, beautiful Syara is coming!” shara shouted into Zhafira's room.

“Whisper, Dek,” reply Zhafira who is still busy staring at the wedding dress in front of her.

“Living tomorrow, Brother. Patience dong. Oh yes, how does it feel to want to marry a sister's boyfriend who has lived three years in the heart of his sister, hmm?” ask Syara. Yes, only Syara knew of Daffa and Zhafira's relationship that no one knew of including Zhafira's parents.

After one year, Zhafira told her parents that she had a boyfriend.

“Diem deh, ntar there are horrors, Dek.” Zhafira silenced Syara's mouth.

“Gue please, Deck. Finally, Daffa wanted to continue our relationship more seriously,” continued Zhafira shoring her chin back to look at the dress that was clearly plastered.

“Oke, Syara is happy, Brother. Moreover, only Syara knows how your relationship process from before dating to want to marry.” Syara got up from her seat and immediately looked intensely at the wedding dress that Zhafira was going to wear tomorrow.

“Why see this dress so much?” ask Zhafira.

“When Syara used ginian,” shirih Syara, heard that Zhafira laughed.

“Solve your college first. And, find a prospective husband first dong,” said Zhafira made Syara remember something.

“Oh yes, Syara will come here to nanya,” Syara said.

“The habit is not lost huh. Always forgetful! What do you want anyway?” zhafira asked.

“That, Aunt Latifah tell nanyain. Ma'am who wants to cook henna tuh, brother. Coming when? This afternoon or later tonight?” ask Syara.

“Oh, he said night, Deck. If that make up, after dawn comes,” replied Zhafira make Shara mooh ria. Then immediately ran a small approach to Aunt Latifah as Mama from Zhafira.

While in the living room, the family and siblings are gathering for Zhafira's wedding tomorrow.

Papa Fadlan seemed busy calling co-workers. Not to forget also Papa Fadlan called Reyhan who had been considered like Fadlan's own brother.

The Flashback

Twenty years ago, on the side of the road, there was a man cleaning the streets. He is Reyhan who is trying to make enough of his life by becoming a street sweeper.

That afternoon, he saw the father crossing. Maybe because of the rush to make the father did not see the left right first.

Reyhan who saw there was a car that drove fast was immediately running to help the father.

“Pak, mr gapapa?” ask Reyhan.

“Gapa, Son. Thank ye. What's your name?” replied Mr. Chairul Amri.

“I Reyhan, Sir.”

After that brief conversation, Reyhan asked Mr. Chairul to take him home.

The four of them chat, until Mr. Chairul decides to have Reyhan work with his son. As well as Mr. Chairul's request for Reyhan to call himself by the name of Father.

Reyhan talked to his new family for a long time, and Reyhan decided to leave because his wife and ten-year-old son were waiting for him at home.

“Good. But, next time, take your child and wife to our house,” said Fadlan who is of course embraced by Reyhan.

A month's walk Reyhan works with Fadlan at the restaurant. During Reyhan's work, his wife and son gathered with Mr Chairul's family at home.

Fadlan had a three-year-old son and Reyhan had a ten-year-old son. The two young children played together accompanied by their mothers and Mr. Chairul who was so happy to see the two children playing.

Until a few years later, Mr. Chairul left them all. Before he died, Mr. Chairul gave the restaurant as well as a home for Reyhan and his family.

The death of Mr. Chairul did not make the brotherhood between Fadlan and Reyhan break up just like that. They both run a restaurant together.

Flashback Off

“We will go there at dawn, so we can help before the event. Sorry my son can't. He has a job tomorrow,” Reyhan said on the phone.

“If it is because of work, gapapa. Alright, Han, we are waiting for your presence and family tomorrow, yes!” fadlan immediately shut the phone.

Fadlan approached his wife and other brothers who were talking, while Zhafira was accompanied by Syara in his room.

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The next day, Zhafira was sitting opposite a mirror displaying the beauty of her face that was being polished make up.

“Kak, very beautiful not the henna in the hands of Syara,” Syara chatter that since morning was busy admiring the henna that has been carved beautifully in his hands.

“Iya, beautiful. Kayak lo, Dek,” praise Zhafira makes Syara so happy.

“But, still look forward to me anyway, Dek,” continued Zhafira managed to see Syara who scowled annoyed.

“Iya deh, yes. A beautiful one like the empress can not be defeated deh!” grumbling Syara to Zhafira and mbak MUA laughing together.

Before long, Zhafira was ready with a white wedding dress accompanied by a matching hijab and did not forget the jasmine flower roncean the bride who had been attached.

“Kak, is this really Brother Fira? Beautiful deh lo, sister,” praise Syara with her mouth slightly open.

“Well, blown up ‘kan?” zhafira asked to make Syara leave.

“Nyesel Syara muji Kak Fira!” he screamed as he walked out of the room.

Syara walked up to her family and said to her aunt, “Tante Latifah, the bride is ready in the room tuh.”

“Iya, Son. You go first, yes.”

Syara nodded and rushed towards Zhafira's room again.

Before long, the wait for Fadlan arrived, Reyhan and his wife came with a smile that made Latifah a little calm. Because, since then Latifah always got a bad feeling for her daughter.

“How are you?” latifah asked Hanum as Reyhan's wife.

“Good news. I didn't know Fira was getting married. Surely the man was lucky to get the beautiful and good Fira,” replied Hanum while praising Fira.

“Hopefully, Num. Honestly, until now my feelings are not good,” reply Latifah with a huffed face.

“Hopefully no one is worried. Believe me, surely it's just the feeling of a mother who will see her son get married,” said Hanum reassuringly.

At exactly nine in the morning, the groom's family arrived. They welcomed him with joy.

Before long, the penghulu also arrived with KUA officers also pak modin/father of the clan who accompanied.

“Lho, Afkar!” call Reyhan.