JODOHKU MR. DUDA

Ask for Restu

The god sat before me, dressed in beige with his arms rolled up on his elbow, trying to enjoy the Americano coffee served in front of him.

"How is Nis, are you willing to help me?" ask her with a sound.

I was silent a thousand languages, the body withstood a million pains due to his strange request. How could he, begging that crazy thing from me.

"Only temporarily Nis, until my father can leave quietly. After that we separated, after all this marriage is only a series status," he explained again.

"Why should I? Why isn't Wanda your lover?" my pedicabs. I looked at the face I had missed all this time.

"You know for yourself, my parents haven't been able to accept Wanda. Later I think of another way that mom can accept him" he explained.

Bruggh .. It feels like a godam has hit this heart. In front of me he showed the persistence to be with his beloved heart. However, on the other hand, she asked me to go through with the wedding.

Exactly the marriage of the series setingan, so that God's father can calmly live out his last days.

Doctors sentenced my future father-in-law to stage four nasopharyngeal cancer. "His life may be very soon" explained the God at the time.

Only one request, seeing the child only wayangnya married, but not with Wanda the pujuan heart.

The problem of weights, seeds and bebet became a strong reason, the blessing was never he got. I do not know for sure which side of Wanda, so that makes the mother of God the hardest against the fabric of love.

Oh, that's none of my business.

"Please Nis, I beg you, help once more" he said.

"What are the rules in this game" I said staring at the face that always graced my mind.

"I just need your approval. The rest, all the rules are in your hands" he said.

I folded my hands on my stomach, pulled my back against the chair. I watch closely, the look on the face of the person I like. Ah if only he had a sixth sense, God could easily know that I like this game. Happy to always be around him, even though his self-esteem is torn apart.

"I could have helped you, but give me two or three more days to answer" I explained.

"Lho, should you wait? Didn't you just say you could help me? What more time do you ask for, Nis?" ask the man confused.

"My family, you forgot them."

The god was dumbfounded, patting his eel, "yes too, I forgot, huh? Do I need to explain to them?"

"No need, you just wait to hear from me." I gulped the dragon fruit juice that was left half a glass, "it's night, I'm back first yah."

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Plakk .. a slap landed on that smooth cheek. Nisa rested before him, her head not strong enough to look at the face of the woman who had given birth to her.

"How dare you do that! Where is your pride as a woman? Do you realize what will happen after you split up? Are you ready to be a widow?" cecar Santika's.

"I'm ready, Ma. I just want to understand mom and dad. Please support Nisa, this time."

"Support for your love that claps one hand? Realize Nisa, she doesn't love you! The man only thinks of you as a friend when he's in trouble, but when he's happy he disappears just like he's swallowed up the earth" the middle-aged woman said. Her voice trembled slightly, feeling sad for her daughter's own chosen destiny.

Santika knew very well, Nisa loved the God of her upperclassman. However, he realized that the man had never had a special taste for his daughter. Many times the woman, trying to make Nisa turn away from her heart adoration by matching the children of colleagues and relatives away. However, all in vain, his daughter was against all his efforts.

Supposedly at this time Santika was happy, Nisa would marry the lover of her dreams, if only it was a normal situation. But his heart was so sick, knowing that the daughter he had raised with an abundance of affection, would have a marriage of his own with the Gods. Even worse, Nisa is willing to live it for the sake of being with the man.

[God, why is my son so enslaved by love?] it's in the heart.

Nisa walks out of Santika's room into her bedroom. Fortunately, today, his father and brother are not home, so he can freely talk to his mother.

His fingers moved on the screen of the silver-colored phone, intending to contact the Gods.

"Assalamu alaikum, sister," said Nisa when the call was connected.

"Waalaikum greetings, what's the matter Nisa?"

"My mother, my sister, she was very angry after I told her about our plan" I said a little shady.

"You cry, Nis? I went there, huh? Let me explain to your parents."

"No need, brother. I'll try to talk to Naresh, just pray that he can understand, "prevent that sweet woman.

"Oh yeah, don't be sad anymore. I also want to contact your brother, who knows he can understand between men," said God on the other end of the phone.

Thrown in bed, hugging that flat object, [ah love is so hard to love a God,] she softened in heart

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