I HAD TO MARRY MY BEST FRIEND

CHAPTER 9

I took my foot to the main door to open the door, without having to check from the window who is visiting tonight.

Chequek...

Open the main door and the first thing I saw was the dashing grandfathers and the fashionable grandmothers who were none other than the eyes of my best friend the Vera.

I was so surprised that my eyes were a little wide open and my mouth was slightly open.

My heart rate was suddenly racing faster, but I was sure it was not because of love but fear.

Yes afraid of the arrival of those who I also do not know for sure what the purpose is?

Just afraid in case what the fashionable grandmother accused yesterday-yesterday to me with the nyebelin om he revealed to both my parents.

Though explain it all misunderstandings and only accusations are not the facts that actually happened.

What do you want Vera to come to my house ? I try to look ordinary.

Unfortunately Vera was still in front of the main door of my house until the sound of my mother echoed softly.

"Saha neng nu namu?" Mama asked as she walked up to me and glanced at the main door I had opened earlier.

(Who is visiting ? ) .

"Ah.i...this is Mah ..?" My words seemed a little flattered with a gurgle because of fear and tangent.

I am afraid that this misunderstanding will be eaten up by both my parents, if the fashionable grandmother delivers it.

My words were cut off before I actually continued until I finished, when my mother was already beside me right in front of the main door facing the two eyes of the Vera.

"Assalamu’alaikum." Greetings to Vera.

"Wa’alaikumsalam." My mother and I replied, but my voice sounded out loud from my mother's voice.

I also greeted with the second reverence of Vera's eyes, still trying to be polite because my parents always taught me so.

"Include me Saputri Rahmawati and this is my husband Ahmad Abraham." Said the fashionable grandmother kindly introduced herself and her husband the gallant grandfather by ending a helping hand to my mother.

" I'm Lilis Rosyida." Said the friendly mom while welcoming the fashionable grandmother's hand and shake hands.

As for the gallant grandfather, Mama only cupped both palms of mama in front of the chest.

And in reply to a nod and a friendly and polite smile by the gallant grandfather.

"Please go in, father." My mother kindly invited them to come in.

They entered slowly with mom walking in front of him towards the teak wood carving chair in our living room, mom invited them as guests to sit down.

I was still dumbstruck in my position until papa suddenly appeared.

"Assalamu’alaikum." Greetings Papa.

"Wa’alaikumsalam." My reply that was still staring at the door was accompanied by the unison voice of those who were already sitting in the living room along with the glances of their eyes peering towards the front of the door.

"Lena, why are you standing there? " The mother said, I just replied with a clumsy smile.

Papa with a coat of cocoa and scabbard and peci that covered half his head just arrived at the front door of our main house. Then enter and go to the living room chair which is a bit deep and not so visible if from the main door of our house.

"A guest apparently?" Papa.

"Why just got home?" Mom asked papa

Yes, I finished praying Isya congregation in the mosque in a chat with me for a while, Mr. RT, continue to keep the key of the motor p

That's why I just got home." Answer papa explained briefly, and precisely.

Papapun greeted the gallant grandfather by shaking hands and the fashionble grandmother by cupping both palms of papa in front of the chest.

"So have you seen what Pa's motor key yet?" Mom asked again.

"Alhamdulillah is Mah." Answer papa briefly and then land his butt on the teak carving chair sitting next to Mama.

" Include my Mr. Ahmad Abraham and this is my wife Saputri Rahmawati." Now it was his turn to introduce himself and his wife to papa.

"I Sutrisno Alena's Papa." Reply papa briefly and appropriately in a friendly manner.

"Neng makes a drink for our guests." Tell the mama.

I obeyed my mother's orders with a nod and started walking towards the kitchen.

But my steps stopped when I heard the greeting.

"Assalamu’alaikum." His regards.

"Wa’alaikumsalam." It was answered simultaneously by all of us in this room.

"You boy, let's go inside." What is this, Papa seems to have known and familiar with ne people.

The man entered after taking off his shoes.

"Mr Sutrisno knows my son? " Say the fashionable grandmother felt astonished and kanget.

"Newly known was Mah time in the mosque." Answer the person who else if not the nyebelin om.

"Oo, you had permission to go out and it turned out to be willing to go to the mosque first to pray isya after Ndra." Well this time the voice of the gallant grandfather who spoke always looks like the handsome grandfather.

How could you meet the nyebelin om in the mosque of this complex coincidence or fate anyway, I feel how it is.

"Well so this handsome man is the son of mother and father?" Cock the papa.

Ih the papa pake dikatain ganteng all the more tu om nyebelin, surely his ears rose dah after being praised handsome by my papa.

They laughed and I went straight to the kitchen to make drinks for the guests tonight.

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Now I just returned to the living room with a tray containing five cups of warm tea along with a plate containing pieces of chocolate brownies made by mama last afternoon.

You know my mama is looking to make a cake interlude mama in addition to being an IRT at home and concurrently the owner of several Muslim fashion boutiques in this city.

I placed all the dishes on the living room table, I was about to stand perfectly and return to the kitchen with this tray of aluminum.

But mama stopped me from moving with her words.

"Neng where are you going? Here or here sitting next to Mom!" His words were firm and I could only give up with the mamah speech just now.

I was sitting right next to my mom's left side and my dad was sitting right next to my mom's right side in an elongated, wide chair.

While the eyes of the Vera right sitting in front of us with the position of the dashing grandfather facing the mama and the fashionable grandmother was facing papa and with a chair that was the same length and width as the chair we sat in.

Well the nyebelin om was sitting in a separate chair but right on the right side of papa exactly he sat in a single seat.

"Please let your mother, father and son Andra drink his tea and taste his little brownie sponge." Mama said kindly.

"Son Andra this lo who had found the key of papa motorbike which turned out to be scattered around the courtyard of our mosque complex." Tell me about everything in this living room.

"Oo, so anyway sir." Said the fashionable grandmother in response.

"Then son Andra's Om birth Vera dong if his father Vera is his biological brother nak Andra." Ask papa in a tone to make sure directly.

"Yes sir." The dashing grandfather replied it was short.

Papa was just a mangut-mangut responded.

"Why don't you tell me from the beginning that they're Vera's family." Mama and I just responded with a forced smile.

Duh ne my heart thumping constantly scared and was was tau.

"I'm sorry if our arrival seems sudden and unbeknownst to father and mother first." Said the great grandfather.

"Yes it's okay sir, then there is the importance of what brings the father, mother and son Andra to our house." Tukas papa is serious.

"So well sir Sutris and Miss Lilis came here to propose to Alena the father's daughter and mother for our son Andra."

DEG...

As the lightning struck my heart increasingly racing faster, why be really proposing without a stale base.

O Allah, take tea can be ready or from the young wedding horse so soon.

(O Allah is not ready yet if you have to marry young so soon).

Sin naon abdi tea ya Alloh hampura ya Alloh..!!

(What sin am I, O Allah, ask forgiveness, O Allah..!! ).

Mama papa was surprised at the intentions of those who had just been catapulted by the gallant grandfather.

It looks like mom and dad widened their eyes and looked at each other while I glared with wide eyes and then bowed my head.

Being scared and ashamed at the same time.

The nyebelin om even bae hern with its flat expression that is pretentious frozen prezer cake.

"Did I not hear wrong sir ?" Papa's gap was doubtful of what he heard just now.

" We seriously want to propose to Alena the father's daughter for our youngest son Andra." The voice that seemed to repeat the speech was firm and it was the voice of the fashionable grandmother.

Mama and papa again felt astonished and his gaze looked at them and last fell on me who was still down by playing my finger.

I was nervous and afraid of what was going on in my parents' minds right now about this.

" How did Alena do you accept this proposal?"

Papa asked me my answer right now.

This gil*why papa asked me this makes me even more nervous.

Moreover, there was a different tone when papa said it to me that I had difficulty articulating and that obviously made me even more timid.

I have to answer what it is to feel so wrong.

Honestly, I don't want to get married this fast, especially with this sweet-natured om and it's without love.

This nyebelin om even lightly did not react like before it was ni om nyebelin always first voiced his rejection and his rebuttal.

This is why really frozen kayak prizer this is om nyebelin and actually more niebelin ni om-om.

I was still silent yet to make a sound and both of Vera's eyes and both of my parents kept staring at me who I was also still looking down.

Only the nyebelin om who from the beginning came here often staring in the other direction and acting frozen like a prezer.

"How about Alena?" The voice came out again and it was clearly the voice of the dashing grandfather with a selow tone.

Do I have to answer now yes, how to be intimidated gini the effect.

Duh why tetiba became a hoax again ni my tongue every face with the fashionable grandmother.

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