Hate Is Love's

Penagntin Candidate

After breakfast, Irzal asks Arsy to prepare. He will take his future wife to check her jaw. Not wanting to trigger another fight with Irzal, Arsy immediately complied. The man came out of the room carrying a tray. He decided to wait for Arsy in the living room.

Nara came and gave warm sweet tea to her future daughter-in-law. For a moment he looked at the man who had just made him baper while peeking at how Irzal had treated Arsy earlier. Her daughter-in-law is a really nice guy. He avoided coming into contact with the princess before the word ijab kabul was thrown from his mouth.

“Where's arsy?”

“Against the shower, aunt. I'd like to see an oral surgeon.”

“Why?”

“I'm afraid the position of his jaw shifted because it was slapped yesterday. He was still in pain when he opened his mouth.”

“The boy was asked he said nothing. Or don't he just pretend.”

“Maybe she won't make aunt anxious.”

“Call mama, don't aunt. I mean mama, she pretended to be sick to watch out for you.”

Nara giggled afterwards, especially when she saw Irzal's face that showed shock. Irzal grabbed the cup in front of him, then sipped his tea slowly. It is better to drink the sweet tea than to respond to the words of his future father-in-law.

Fifteen then Arsy came down the stairs. Irzal immediately stood up as his future wife approached. After saying goodbye to Nara, they immediately left for the hospital.

Arriving at the hospital, Irzal immediately enrolled the girl into oral surgery. They went up to the second floor, where the doctor's office was located. There were already ten patients sitting waiting for the call from the specialist. Irzal and Arsy took a seat in the waiting chair that was still empty.

“Mas not going to the office?”

“Ngga. I called Aidan. From here we go to boutique mami Al make fittings clothes.”

“Iya, mas.”

No more conversation between them. Irzal was busy with his phone, reading the file Aidan sent to his e-mail. The silence between them was broken when they heard Aqeel's voice.

“Sy.”

“Eh bang Aqeel.”

“What are you doing here? That's your lip why?”

“Split bajaj,” replied Irzal without taking his eyes off the phone. Arsy turned his head to her.

“Why you?” aqeel asked again without caring if his cousin was being overwhelmed by his presence.

“Ngga nothing, bang. Just an accident little.”

“There is a problem with your jaw?”

“Not know either. Just wanted checked.”

“Ok, yes. I stay first yes.”

“Buruan. Poor patient waiting,” chirps Irzal.

Aqeel frowned seeing Irzal's attitude towards her. He got up from his seat then prepared to leave. The man deliberately took a walk behind the chair that Irzal was sitting on, then his hand shook the head of his cousin's sister as he moved away.

“Aduh.. doctor base PEA,” grumbled Irzal slowly. Arsy just smiled. His eyes were still looking at Aqeel who was getting further away.

“Commonly see it. Still stared at, it's far too.”

“Ish.... You why the hell?”

No response from Irzal. He ended his activity reading his work files, then put the phone in his pants pocket and then stood up from his place. Chief Arsy looked up at Irzal who suddenly stood up.

“Where are you?”

“Search for drinking, haus.”

Without waiting for Arsy to answer, Irzal immediately left the girl.he walked towards the automatic drinking machine located near the registration table. After getting two cold drinks, the man returned to his place. Give him one can on Arsy. The girl just held it because it was about time to enter the examination.

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After checking in and redeeming the medicine, Irzal and Arsy leave the hospital. Their next destination was the Alea boutique. The two will meet with Ily to do the fitting of the wedding dress and also the marriage contract. Irzal parked the vehicle in front of the boutique. Ily immediately greeted her nephew as soon as Irzal entered the boutique.

“This is your candidate, Bie?” Ily look at Arsy. The girl greeted Ily while kissing the back of her hand.

“Yes, ma."

"The wedding dress is ready. You go to the second floor. There is yangpa.”

Hearing that there was Dimas on the second floor, Irzal rushed towards there. Arsy's forehead wrinkled at the word yangpa. Unable to hold back her curiosity, Arsy asked Ily.

“Who is it, ma?”

“Yangpa the husband of mama. If his children are Eagle's father, papa Farel and mama Yunda call him yangpa, aka eyang-papa, hihihi.”

“Eyang-papa?”

“Iya. If from the family of the Eagle's father, Dimas, the husband of the mother, the grandfather made the same Bibie all his brothers and cousins. Well if from the family of mama, the entry om. So in order not to be confused, they call him yangpa.”

Ily so giggled to herself telling her family things that might be quite confusing for everyone. Even now the Eagle is still reluctant to call him aunty. He himself is also amused to be called aunty by a childhood friend who is one year older than him.

“Udah not to think about. You will be confused yourself. Mending we get ready. You want to try kebaya what dress first?”

“Akaya aja, ma.”

“Oke.”

Hugging Arsy's shoulder, Ily invites him into a room. There's a kebaya and a dress for her wedding. Ily took the ivory-white kebaya and gave it to Arsy. The woman herself helped Arsy try his luck.

“Beauty. You wanna go upstairs? Who knows if Bibie wants to see.”

“Ngga. She cares which clothes fit or not in me.”

“Hahaha. ya don't do that, baby. Let's go upstairs.”

Ily pulled Arsy's hand and then entered the elevator in the room. The elevator door opened, apparently the elevator was also connected to one of the rooms on the 2nd floor. Looks like Irzal just finished wearing his beskap. For a moment the two clashed against each other without saying anything.

“Where, Bie? Beautiful right?” ask Ily.

“Yes beautiful, her name is also female,” replied Irzal origin.

“Ish..” upset Arsy.

“You have something changed ngga?”

“Ngga know. I said mama.”

“Udah is rich enough. Come on, Sy. let's try the dress.”

Ily and Arsy get back in the elevator. Arsy's face looks sour. He was very upset to see Irzal's response earlier. No words of praise, just a glance. His attitude was inversely proportional to the one shown this morning.

“Why, Sy?” ask Ily who noticed Arsy's face change.

“Ngga nothing, ma. Later abis nyoba dress do not need to go up again.”

“Why? Let Bibie see.”

“Mama didn't hear what he said? See also just a glance, really cute. Though this morning his attitude was already sweet, now nyebelin again.”

“Masa? He was upset again. Where were you before here?”

“Ke hospital, check jaw teeth.”

“Who are you meeting there?”

“Customer Aqeel.”

Arsy was silent for a moment. The girl began to guess whether Aqeel was causing the man to turn cold again. Is Irzal jealous? But Arsy hastily dismissed those suspicions. Irzal did not love her, so there was no way the man would feel jealous.

“Sy.. do you love Bibie?”

Ily's question successfully attracts Arsy's consciousness, but at the same time, he is confused as to what to answer. For a moment the girl was silent. Ily was still patiently waiting for Arsy's reply while putting on a dress on her.

“Euung.. don't know, ma. Mama knows for herself, I'm the same Irzal befouled. I don't know about my feelings. But I'm glad he's considerate and sweet with me. But he will often jutek, nyebelin, ish.”

Ily's laugh was soft. Looking at Irzal, it was like seeing a young eagle. Eagles used to be like that, talking sober sometimes there is no sweetness, cold, jutek, but after meeting Azkia, all his annoying attitude is lost in the presence of the woman he loves.

“Yesterday he was angry with me. She snapped at me, saying I always made her anxious. If he is worried do not need to talk while snapping too.”

“Bibie is exactly like her father as well as her late grandfather. He does that, speaking softly, but if he is worried about you, he already has a heart with you. Maybe also he behaved like this to keep himself from doing things that should not be done by him.”

“Can't be rich yet, ma?”

Again Arsy fell silent, trying to digest the woman's words. Ily confirmed the bottom of the slightly folded dress, then tidied up the slightly wrinkled part of her arm. From the beginning she was sure that Irzal would choose a dress like this, which could close the bride's letter.

On the second floor, Irzal assisted one of the male officers in this boutique wearing his tuxedo. He confirmed the position of the groom's coat sleeve. Dimas still did not move from where he was sitting, he noticed Irzal whose face was very similar to that of his brother-in-law.

Brother Irzal.your grandson looks a lot like you. Poppy tea.if you look at Bibie now, it's like seeing brother Irzal when young first. The nature is also similar, brother Irzal left his valuable legacy for the Eagle.

“Yangpa.. how?”

Dimas awakens from his daydream when he hears Irzal's voice. The man looks handsome in a white tuxedo he wears. Dimas stood up and approached Irzal. The man walked around his grandson and nephew.

“Wah.. grandson who is cool like this. Arsy must have instantly fallen in love see you handsome rich gini.”

“Ck. Arsy was his love for Aqeel, not me. We got married because we were set up.”

“Indeed why be betrothed? Your grandfather and grandmother were also betrothed. After all, Aqeel was married, there was no hope for Arsy. It is precisely you who must show Arsy that you are the best man for him. Make him fall in love with you. Her childhood can not make women klepek-klepek.”

“Tau ah.” Irzal still looks bitter considering how Arsy and Aqeel met earlier. Arsy's face looks happy to meet his cousin.

The attention of the two was immediately distracted when a clinking sound was heard. The two of them turned towards the elevator. As soon as the door opened, Arsy was standing inside the elevator with his head lowered. Ily guided the woman out of the elevator and brought her in front of Irzal.

Slowly Arsy lifted his head, their two eyes met and locked onto each other. Irzal turned his head in the other direction as soon as he realized he had been staring too long at his future wife. Similarly, Arsy who immediately lowered his head again in order to hide his red cheeks because it was seen so intense by Irzal.

“Where, Bie? Beautiful right?”

“Can.. ahem.. beautiful, ma.”

“Heleh.. said beautiful just use nervous,” whispered Dimas teasing his grandson.

“Nothing has been changed again. The size also fits.”

“Iya, ma,” replied Arsy.

“Ya already, now change clothes again.”

Ily brought Arsy back into the elevator. Irzal also walked towards the dressing room. And Dimas went back to where he was. His old eyes are enough to see that the bride and groom are already in love with each other, only they are still not aware of each other's feelings.

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An atmosphere of silence surrounds Irzal and Arsy's journey after the boutique. Only the sound of the song coming from the car audio accompanied their silence. Sometimes Arsy glanced at Irzal who just stared straight ahead.

At first glance Irzal can hear the sound of crisps coming from the stomach of Arsy. The girl lowered her head so deeply. Earlier in the morning his stomach was only filled with porridge, so it was natural that now he was thrashing asking to be filled. Especially now that it's almost 12 noon.

Without saying anything, Irzal turned the car into the Sundanese restaurant. After parking his vehicle, the man took Arsy down. The girl still lowered her head as she entered the restaurant. Not looking ahead, his head hit Irzal's back when the man suddenly stopped.

“Are you looking for ants on the floor?”

“Ish..”

“You eat at the dining table or in the saung?”

“Where to, the important eat.”

Irzal continued his steps. He headed for a saung that was above the fish pond. After taking off his shoes, he went into the saung and sat himself there. Arsy hurriedly followed him and sat down in front of Irzal.

“What message do you want, sir?” ask the waiter who came with the note in his hand.

“There is no red rice?”

“Ada.”

“Begging red rice one small boboko, pepes carp, sambal, lalap, tempe fried, sauteed kale. What do you want?” Irzal looks at Arsy.

“Burning chicken, the rest equals. Drink orange juice only.”

“I cold fresh tea,” Further Irzal.

“I reset yes. Red rice one small boboko, pepes carp, grilled chicken, stir-fried kale, tempe fried, sambal and lalapan, orange juice and unsalted tea. Any more additions?”

“Enough.”

The waiter nodded his head, then immediately left the saung. Irzal's phone clinks, a message goes to his phone. Raisya just sent me a picture of a wedding souvenir. He showed it to Arsy.

“You like the souvenirs are rich gini?”

“Yes very funny. Yes I like.”

Irzal immediately replied to Raiysa's message. Just a word ok that sent the man, his gaze then fixed on Arsy who was moving his jaw.

“Still sick?”

“Slightly. If you open your mouth little lebaran still hurts.”

“You should eat the fruitful.”

“Ngga ah. The mas portion of the message is brown rice, which is suitable to be eaten with sop or soto.”

“Replace aja.”

“Do not. I'm not anything.”

Their conversation was over when the waiter brought their order. Arsy's eyes sparkled at the food on the table. He quickly spooned the rice into a dish, then put grilled chicken, stir-fried kale, fried tempeh, sambal and lalap. The girl opened her mouth wide.

“Aduh.. ssshhh..”.

“Pelan-pelan open his mouth. You are still sick.”

Arsy took the rice and side dishes with his hands with fewer portions then put them into his mouth slowly. The girl's eyes were closed when she had to chew carefully when she felt pain while moving her jaw.

“Aaiissh.. Damn daus, make my jaw hurt aja,” complained Arsy slowly.

“Eat it slowly aja.”

Arsy slightly lost his appetite because of the condition of his jaw that still hurts. After struggling for quite a while, he was finally able to finish his lunch. Orange juice order has also been wiped out by him. Irzal who had finished eating since then only paid attention to his future wife.

“I pray first. Do you want to pray now?”

“Iya, come, ” Arsy immediately stand then go to the mosque in the restaurant.

After performing the dzuhur prayer and paying for lunch, Irzal and Arsy returned to the car. This time Irzal will take Arsy home. But before heading to Kenzie's residence, Irzal stopped by first to the store that sold dolls.

“What are we doing here?” ask Arsy.

“I promised to buy you a doll.”

“Ngga. I'm a little kid.”

“Promise is debt. It's up to the doll to want you to love someone else or to be thrown away. What matters is that I have fulfilled my promise. Come down.”

Without waiting for Arsy's reply, Irzal immediately got out of the car and went into the store. Arys finally got out of the car and caught up with her future husband. Irzal was looking at a row of teddy bears that were the size of an adult human. Then he took the white doll with very fine fur and took it to the cashier.

Irzal stuffed the doll into the passenger seat at the back then climbed back into the car. Arsy just followed the man without asking or saying anything. The vehicle he was riding back drove until it finally stopped in front of his residence.

Arsy gets off the car, followed by Irzal. The man took the doll from the back seat then followed the girl all the way to the front of the terrace. Arsy turned his body to face Irzal before entering the house.

“Ar.. can we talk for a minute?”

The girl simply nodded her head, then sat down on the chair that was on the terrace. Irzal sat down beside Arsy while holding the doll he bought. He was silent for a while before he started talking.

“Ar.. I know our marriage took place because of an arranged marriage. But that doesn't mean I didn't live it seriously. I promised your grandfather I'd learn to love you, I hope you do the same. I know that you still have feelings for the Aqeel bang and it's not an easy thing to get rid of immediately. I just wish you could let go of your feelings. Do it slowly if it is still difficult. Our wedding is only a week away, and I want it to be my wedding of a lifetime.”

“I know, mas. I also hope you can be more gentle. Don't be impulsive and draw conclusions without asking first. Just like you, I also want a marriage that we have once in a lifetime. I will also try to love and accept you as the priest of my life.”

“Alright, I'll go home first. If you have anything to ask about the wedding, you can call Raisya or Mama Rain. I'll send you the number. For the next week we will not meet. I'll see you when I get together. And here, whatever you want to do with this doll. I'm home, assalamu’alaikum.”

“Waalaikumsalam.”

Irzal stands up and gives the doll to Arsy. The girl's body slightly staggered as it received a puppet that was almost on par with her height. His eyes continued to stare at Irzal who was walking towards the car. Soon the four-wheeled vehicle left his home. Arys tightly hugged the doll Irzal gave her, kissed the head of the fluffy doll.

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**Some are jealous but the prestige wants to say it😂

Who miss Dimas, it was nongol om Dimasnya, now called Yangpa🤭**