Forced to Marry Penghulu

CH.4 - Forced to Marry Penghulu

“Honey!” zhafira's exclamation of running small made Afkar frown in wonder who was called dear by him.

Netra Afkar followed where Zhafira went was approaching Syara who had fainted due to the death of his parents.

Afkar walked closer to Zhafira, without saying a single word.

“Kak, Syara has been completely alone,” shirih Syara.

“Hey, my truck who dong?” zhafira asked while holding Syara's chin.

“Mama and Papa, Brother! How fate Syara after this,” reply Syara crying in the arms of Zhafira.

“Syara, I'm sure, Mama and Papa must be sad there if they see this beautiful princess crying,” Zhafira's word stroked Syara's back.

“Say you want to beat the beautiful sister, if you cry ugly gini tau!” zhafira.

“Udah dong crying. Let's take a shower first,” added Zhafira pulled Syara's arm to deliver her to Syara's room and help her prepare before the bodies of her parents arrived.

Seeing that Zhafira was leaving, Afkar stepped closer to his parents who had gone home first. After that, Afkar was escorted by Papa Fadlan to Syara's room.

While outdoors, all wedding decorations were dismantled quickly before Maghrib arrived. The bodies of Syara's parents will arrive after Maghrib.

After Zhafira helped Syara prepare, Zhafira escorted Syara closer to Papa Fadlan and Mama Latifah.

“Pa, Ma, Fira drop off Syara for a while. Fira wants to take a shower and get ready,” Zhafira said.

“Fira, take this and give it to your husband. He was in the room,” said Papa Fadlan while giving a tote bag prepared by Mama Latifah.

“Oh, good, Pa.”

Zhafira walked to her room, and was nervous because no man had ever been in her room except Papa Fadlan.

“E-emm .. i-this is a deposit from Papa,” said Zhafira when meeting with Afkar who was sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“Thank you,” reply Afkar who is taken by Zhafira.

Zhafira was about to open a closet to look for her dress. However, the move was stopped by Afkar's voice, “What event will it be?”

“Both of Syara's parents died, his body will arrive at this house after maghrib. There will be tahlilan tonight at home,” Zhafira replied.

“Alright, after the maghrib prayer, I went down to help,” Afkar replied that was again embraced by Zhafira.

Zhafira who wants to go into the bathroom, accidentally along with Afkar who turns out to take ablution to the bathroom.

“First time,” says Afkar.

“Fira want to shower, later,” reply Zhafira.

Afkar went straight into the bathroom, after ablution went out.

Zhafira immediately went in and took a shower. Before long, he finished bathing straight out in a robe complete with his hijab.

Zhafira took the mukena and the ashar prayer because he had not been able to come to the mosque with the others.

After that, Zhafira came out to meet Syara again, not with Afkar who was still busy with his work on mobile. However, Zhafira did not ask what Afkar was busy with.

As the Maghrib made his way, Zhafira went back into the room. When Zhafira was complete to wear mukena, Afkar suddenly asked him, “Did you save?”

Zhafira nodded small. They both pray together’ah. After the prayer, Afkar continued zikir and do’a.

Then, the two of them immediately went out of the room to help tahlilan tonight.

The bodies of Aunt Maya and Om Heksa appear to be brought in by hospital officials.

“Papa, Mom!” shara shouted towards the coffin.

Zhafira and Mama Latifah pacified Syara, making her sit quietly during the tahlilan event.

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The jama’ah who joined tahlilan has returned, Syara is still sobbing.

Mama Latifah had not been strong enough to hold back her crying now chose to go to the room and leave Shara to Zhafira.

“Nak, take care of Syara, yes. Papa will calm Mama first,” Papa Fadlan's word.

“Iya, Pa.”

Papa Fadlan brought Mama Latifah into the room. Afkar sat behind Zhafira watching Zhafira's sincere affection for Syara.

“Dek, dong already, Dek. Lo who is crying, brother who is tired of squirming tears you flood so!” zhafira again wiped away Syara's tears.

“Sister, Brother Fira do not stay in Syara, yes,” said Syara hugged Zhafira.

“Surely big brother is always there with you kok,” reply Zhafira stroked Syara's back.

“Udah, you sleep in the room,” Zhafira's word.

“Kak, let Syara sleep here with Mama and Papa last time,” shirih Syara.

“Oke, sister will also be here.”

“Sir, Sister. Brother sleeps in a room, Syara is safe here with Papa and Mama,” he said, which is owned by Zhafira.

Zhafira immediately prepared a pillow and a blanket for Syara who chose to sleep in the middle of the coffin of Mama and Papa.

Seeing that Shara was calmer, Zhafira closed the door and left Syara.

“Afkar, Fira, you guys take a break. Papa also wants to sleep to take care of the funeral of Maya and Hexa,” said Papa Fadlan.

“Iya, Pa,” reply Zhafira.

“Alright, Om.”

“Call Papa and Mama, as your wife calls us,” pinta Papa Fadlan.

“Alright, Pa,” reply Afkar.

Afkar followed Zhafira's first move, leaving him in the room.

While Afkar was in the room for ablution, Mbok Ijah knocked on the door.

Geck...Geck...Geck...

“Iya, Mbok. What's up?” ask Zhafira.

“Tadi when all went takziah, his driver Pak Reyhan came to deliver Den Afkar, Non,” replied mbok Ijah.

“Oh .. here, Mbok, let Fira give you later. Thanks yes, Mbok.”

Mbok Ijah nodded and left Zhafira's room.

Zhafira closed the door immediately. It coincided with Afkar who had just come out of the bathroom.

“This clothes were sent the same driver Om... uh, Father Reyhan,” said Zhafira awkwardly.

“Iya, thank you,” reply Afkar.

Afkar immediately took the clothes to change and took the holster for Islamic prayer.

Afkar put his clothes in the corner because he did not know where he put his clothes. Then immediately perform prayer isya berjama’ah with Zhafira.

After praying isya’ Afkar lecturing for a while. Zhafira who heard Afkar's melodious voice was blown away. His feeling was peaceful. To the extent that it does not feel that Afkar has finished teaching.

“Hmm ... I have something to talk about,” said Afkar turned his body still on the prayer mat.

“A-what's up?” ask Zhafira.

“Do not interrupt or cut my speech before you finish talking. Frankly, I actually have a wife. And sorry, if I can't love you,” Afkar said.

“That's no problem, Fira also does not love, even if after this want to divorce Fira, also no problem,” Zhafira replied lightly.

“Alright, means we agreed we will not maintain this marriage yes. But, not in the near future, because it will be difficult for us to find reasons. How about six months?” afkar.

“OK deal. All right, Fira wants to sleep.” Fira stood up to take off her face.

“Wait, I haven't finished talking. Since we've been together for six months, how about we be friends. So we're not awkward. You can call me by name or mas or brother. Free, as comfortable as it is, we do not interfere in each other's affairs, and remember, in front of parents behave like husband and wife,” said Afkar.

“Alright, just set how good,” reply Zhafira.

“Now how we sleep, who sleeps on the sofa, who's in bed?” zhafira asked Afkar.