Halal Lover
Part 8's
"God is never wrong in crafting a life scenario. So, as actors we are only required to do what God wants. It's been. That'sallthatis. Final outcome? Don't worry, it's been the director's life's decision. As long as what is commanded you do well and solemnly. Be prepared to receive something wonderful from Him."
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THE PLAQUE!
A loud slap presented Hanan's father to Alif when they arrived home.
"Dad never taught you anything like that, Alif!" said Hanan's father was angry.
His words were so sharp and heart-piercing.
Alif could only be silent. Waiting for Hanan's father to finish his talk. Then, Alif will explain everything to his father and his mother.
"Already, Dad. We can talk about this all right, don't have to be rude like that same kid." Lerai mama Ranti.
"He deserves it, Bun!"
Mother Ranti turned to Alif with teary eyes. "Son. You explain to me Father and Mother, son. What exactly is going on?"
I took a deep breath. "Well, Bun. It's not what you think. Alif couldn't have done something like that, Dad."
"Then what does it mean to hug in public like that, huh?!"
It seems like Hanan's father's emotions are being unstable. Alif tried to control his own emotions so as not to make a longer mistake.
"So, after college Alif intends to visit and visit the house of Naufal, Alif's friend during Junior High. Mom and Dad remember, right?"
Mother Ranti nodded. While father? He was still trying to calm down his emotions.
"On the road, Alif meets Laras. The woman who hugged Alif earlier was a friend of Alif's campus," explained Alif gave a pause. "Before, Alif saw him with a man whose age was already four-headed. Alif saw Laras crying. But, Alif did not act anything.
After a while, the man slapped Laras in public. Be Alif out and try to break up their debate. Didn't you say that as men we should respect and protect women?"
Hanan's father was still silent. Alif was only able to sigh but still continued his explanation.
"Alif was just trying to help Laras, Dad. As a Muslim, especially a male. It would feel so cowardly if Alif would let the people of Adam do what he wanted to do to the Eve."
Suddenly Hanan's father hugged Alif. And, Alif returned his father's embrace.
"Sorry Dad. I should have heard your explanation first" said the father, patting his son on the shoulder.
Alif shakes. "It's not Dad's fault. It's just a misunderstanding that needs to be cleared up."
Mother Ranti smiled warmly at the two men. Thank God, Hanan's father finally believed that Alif did not lie.
Bunda Ranti clearly knows very well how Alif's nature. Because in addition to taking care and raising Alif, he also contains Alif if you forget.
"Udah dong hugged her. So Mommy's being fucked, huh?" Mother Ranti sulks, making Alif and Hanan's father embrace her compactly.
Alif was happy because God still allowed him to be with his parents. God still gives them health.
Alhamdulilbaobbilamin.
"Dad take a shower first, yeah. I want maghrib," said Hanan's father.
Sontak Alif and Ranti let go of their embrace.
"Pillage, yes, Lif. Tuh Bunda tuh kayak nyium smells what it is. Turns out your father hasn't taken a shower" she said, covering her nose.
Alif chuckles at them. "Yes. Dad stinks."
Hanam's father pinched Mother's nose. And, Alif Alif ignored just like that of course.
Singles fate.
"Eat him, Lif, a piece of marriage," said Ranti suddenly.
Alif scratched his non-itchy nape. A mother's instincts are powerful, right? Even what Alif thinks, you can guess.
"Yes already. Daddy's taking a shower first. Ba'da maghrib we gathered in the living room. There's something important you want to talk about" Hanan's father said then went to the room.
"You take a shower, Lif. Prepare to pray together," said mother Ranti.
"Yes, Mother."
"Judek. Mother after Dad first, yes," said Ranti's mother then passed.
Then Alif stepped into the room to clean himself and also prepared for congregational prayer with his parents.
After a few minutes, Alif was ready to wear a gray cocoa shirt and a glove that matched his shirt.
Alif then immediately came down to perform congregational prayers at their family's mosque.
Alif stepped into the small mosque in the house.
Hanan's father deliberately designed the largest room in this house with a design like a mushola in general. And, Alif always finds comfort when getting in here.
After finishing praying and teaching, Alif walked to the family room. With my father and mother waiting there.
"Sit down, Lif," Hanan's father said as he patted the empty sofa next to him.
Hanan's father laughed. "You're so tense. I guess I'll make it first."
Alif grunting. Not tense. But Alif was curious.
"Well, get to the point!" mother Ranti said as if impatient. What's the matter, actually?
"OKAY. So-so"
Hanan's father hung up his sentence making Alif even more curious half to death.
"Well ...," Alif groaned in annoyance. "What's up, anyway?"
"Ah, Bun, I'm thirsty."
Alif clucked and growled again. A little annoyed because it seems like his father deliberately made curiosity dominate Alif at this time.
Mother Ranti brought a glass of water for father. Back I sipped the drink until there was nothing left. Alif is getting impatient.
"Look, Lif. I'd like to match you up with the daughter of my best friend in High School."
I glared, not accepted. But shocked, what the hell is this viewer?
"Why should you be in a match, Dad? Dad's son is still doing it." Alif tried to deny.
"Ck! It's not. But this has been an agreement from when Dad and him when we were in high school first" explained Hanan's father. "We made a promise to match our daughter's son when the time came. And, seeing that you were able to protect a woman, Dad became more stable, if you could already build your own household."
Alif. It is hard to be in a position like this.
"So, what, Lif?" ask mother Ranti.
Alif looked towards my mother. Like there's an element of intent here. The mother seemed happy with the decision of the father.
A long breath represented me before speaking. "May Alif think?"
"Come" answered his father.
"Can't! Answer it now!" cut the mother Ranti quickly.
"Mother." Finally, my father defended him. Alif laughed in his heart.
"Dad give it a day. Tomorrow night, I'm waiting for your answer."
Alif's eyeballs almost came out hearing dad's speech. "One day, Dad?!"
His father relaxed.
How come? Marriage is not a joke. Of course, it takes a long time to think about everything. So that nothing goes wrong in the future.
"You're a man. The firm dong! Don't think too much. Later in the past people," said Hanan's father.
"But not one day either, huh, Dad?"
"He was already in 12th grade, and now he was at the end of March. Then he'll be taking a nas-" exam soon"
"Huh?! Class 12?! Still High School dong?!" pekik Alif shocked.
Forgive Alif for cutting off his father. Don't copy!
"Aliff! Do not insist if you talk to the parents," said Ranti's mother.
"What's the matter, Lif? Marriage is not about age. As long as the two are ready and steady to build a household, why not?" reply Hanan's father asked.
Alif doesn't believe in all this. This is better than dating. But this was not the time of Siti Nurbaya for whom nothing should be betrothed.
"That's it. I want you to give me the decision tomorrow night" Hanan's father said, leaving Alif and his wife behind.
A few steps back he looked back. "Oh yeah. I don't think I'm accepting rejection, Lif."
Alif Poor!
"Mother ...." Alif whining at his mother. But he shrugged his shoulders and left Alif.
Argha!
It's free for Alif to ask his mother for help. Kan mother indeed wishes strongly so that Alif quickly married.
Oh Allah ... How is this? Ask lirih.
If Alif accepts this match, then what about the girl who has been present in his prayers lately?
Ah, nevermind. Perhaps this is indeed the destiny of Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala. Alif must step firmly. Because it seems like it was his fault. He liked the girl, but did nothing all this time. Alif did not try to find out about him, especially until he came to propose to him.
Alif has to take him. He deserves to be happy, and so does Alif. Maybe he is not the one God intended for Alif.
Alif must end it all immediately. Before this feeling deepened and increasingly tormented his chest.
Alif rushed to the room. Looks like he has to perform the Istikharah prayer first tonight. To make more decisions later.
Seriate.
