Istikharah Love Jibril Emerson

Chapter #37 - Our Feelings Also Matter

"Oh, this is my birthday boy has come," exclaimed Umm Firda who made Eliza only able to gulp violently.

Eliza increasingly looked wrong behavior especially when Ummi Firda glanced at the girl sharply from the tail of her eyes, Eliza immediately bowed deeply while squeezing the rope of her bag.

Embarrassed, stupid, silly, it felt mixed in Eliza's heart, if she had a little strength to repeat time. He will be nice or at least not make his mother Jibril upset with him, especially until he claimed Jibril's girlfriend even though until this moment Jibril did not formalize their relationship.

If Eliza could get into the pit of ants, she would.

"You ..." Gabriel did not know what to say seeing the awkwardness between Eliza and her mother, let alone not knowing what was happening. However, it seems like something bad happened.

"Why didn't you come here to say the same to me? I can pick him up" said Jibril then, kissing his parents' hands in turn. Eliza noticed that, let alone the gaze of Jibril that instantly turned gentle on her father and mother.

"Ummi insisted on giving me a surprise, Jay. But you were not in the hotel, the cake was broken again," Ummi Firda grumbled that made Jibril immediately chuckle. He embraced his mother gently.

"What's ruined, Ummi?" eliza's heart was warm to hear Jibril's soft-sounding question to her mother.

"Tuh, ask your girlfriend!" Ummi Firda pressed the word girlfriend who immediately made the face of Eliza pias. Finish himself now.

"Daughter?" Jibril asked confusedly, the tip of his eyebrows rose then he glanced at Eliza who could now only grimace.

"That's it, Jibril. Emm ...." Eliza scratched her nape, while Jibril seemed curious about Eliza's answer, as did Aira and Abi Gabriel.

Abi Gabriel admits he likes Eliza's character. Talking without fear damages his image, bringing out what is in his mind and heart without thinking whether he will be embarrassed or not. Eliza reminded Abi Gabriel of her young wife who also spoke without thinking, without being strained.

"I didn't accidentally hit his mother, but I'm willing to compensate, just ask her Mas if you don't believe," Eliza said in a breath that made Jibril and Aira gawk.

Not because of a broken cake problem or Eliza's desire for compensation, but the nickname 'Mas-Mbak' that made the brothers stunned.

Ummi Firda was upset that her cake was broken, but she was much more upset because Eliza had called herself Mbak and her husband Mas.

"Mass? Ma'am?" aira muttered inexhaustibly.

Unlike the case with Ummi Firda who is upset, Abi Gabriel actually looks like the call, making Abi Gabriel feel young again. Even he smiled widely until finally Ummi Firda pinched his still burly arm.

"Yes already, Ummi, it's okay, we can buy another cake," comforted Jibril while mocking a smile but it seems the mother is still covered in annoyance.

"Sir Eliza?" Ummi Firda growled. "We're Jibril's parents, you call us Mbak and Mas, hm?" Eliza was getting more and more wrong while Jibril was just stalling a smile. He really did not expect the meeting of Eliza and her parents would happen so soon even though Jibril just announced it.

"Sorry, P-Pak ... Buk," Eliza's great-grandson later.

"Yes, my dear. Nothing, good also mbak mas call," whispered Abi who immediately made the wife immediately glared perfectly.

"Your grandson scattered everywhere still want to be called mas? Don't fuck around, Bang!" his snapping immediately made Abi Gabriel's guts shrivel and it was realized by Eliza. Somehow he saw it as an essential romance. Husband is afraid of wife, Aira who has often seen it can only chuckle as well as Jibril.

While Via and Tanvir can only watch the adult debate in confusion, Tanvir asks, "Something like a surprise birthday Om Jibril, which cake, Nek?"

"It's okay, Ummi. Let me get a new message" Aira continued. "So the kids want cake too" he said."

"Yes, it's up to you, Aira. Ummi is tired," complained Ummi Firda.

"Why is the cake broken, Grandma?" asked Via who suddenly became curious.

"Fall hit by his girlfriend Jibril," said Ummi Firda who immediately made Eliza again grimace while Jibril just laughed. Feeling anxious himself with Ummi Firda who had been grumbling ever since, and it felt like only this time his mother was upset by the same people until like this.

"Ish, this aunt has always messed up Om Jibril's life" exclaimed Tanvir annoyed.

"Right," continued Via corroborating Tanvir's argument.

"Bocah ..." rebuked Eliza.

"You also seem to be a boy," argued Ummi Firda.

"Have you, we're going in, huh? It's not good to see people," asked Aira later. "I've also ordered a new cake, fifteen more minutes will probably be there" he continued

Now Ummi Firda's gaze was fixed on baby Ali who was still in Aira's arms, when the grandmother's eyes immediately sparkled. "Oh, grandma's granddaughter, how do you sleep?" he immediately took over the baby and then he went to a special room that was usually occupied by their families.

Eliza was also invited by Aira, not to forget Eliza apologized for the cake tragedy and she admitted really accidentally. However, what attracted Aira's attention was not that but the call that Eliza placed on her parents.

"How can you call them Ma'am and Mas? They already have 3 grandchildren," kekeh Aira.

"I don't know, Ai" said Eliza. Eliza realized one thing again.

"Oh, yeah. What are you doing at the hotel?" ask Aira. He was hoping Eliza's answer wasn't about Gabriel. However, hope remains hope when Eliza gives a truthful answer.

"I came here to see Gabriel" Eliza replied, and she recalled the opposition of her friends and family about the love she felt.

Meeting Jibril's family makes Eliza again seem to forget her own world and she dissolves in the world of Jibril and his family.

"Eliza, can we talk later?" ask Aira then very seriously.

"If it's about how I feel and Jibril, I don't think there's anything to talk about, Aira," Eliza replied straightforwardly which left Aira a little dumbfounded.

"But this is important, Eliza!"

"Do you think my feelings and Jibril are not important? We know what's between us, Aira. We're not trying to go beyond our limits, we're just giving a little chance to our feelings of freedom. That's aja"

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