
"You're crazy! I was playing tambourine" grumbled Arga who was told by Rifki to play a tambourine instrument in front of Adel's house.
Laila also spoke because she could not bear her beloved husband playing a tambourine like a street busker.
"Yes Rif, don't do it all the time, just mediocre, we just want a proposal, anyways it's night," said Laila, they were busy discussing in the car.
"This is the fate of stepbrothers" said Rifki who felt sad.
Laila could not bear to see Rifki grieving, she felt indebted to Rifki who was tired of looking for Laila's whereabouts for three months.
"Yes yes already.iya.kamu nadiru aja pa kana," Laila looked at Arga while stroking her cheek.
Seeing Laila who enthusiastically seduced him, Arga could not refuse anymore, he was forced to agree. "Yes.iya." said Arga by force.
"Papa follow ya!" pinta Rifka.
"This child.you are disobedient with parents yes, papa this is a parent, when you tell me so," complained Mr. Rendra who refused Rifki's request.
It was in front of Adel's house. Laila and Arga became a nasyid group.
Dum tang tang dum..Dum tang - tang..Dum tang's..
The sound of a tambourine knock on Arga and Laila's hands.
Ms. Ranti smiled at the cuteness of the child and his daughter-in-law. "You guys are very compatible" said Bu Ranti as she closed her mouth that held back laughter.
"You are very smart to play this instrument, continue yes.your tambourine voice must accompany my steps, later if I code by raising my hand then stop," told Rifki.
Arga is getting furious because Rifki told him to tell him. "You want to make a noise! you think I'm the fuck, I'm the CEO of White Horse, don't mess around!" arga stared intently at Rifki.
"Dadah dear.already once in a while we are told to kayak gini, be patient," persuaded Laila to calm Arga. Fortunately, there is a wife who always succeeds in breaking her heart.
"If it wasn't for Laila, I'd be out of here, '" muttered Arga looking at Rifki.
"Honey already.I'm even happy to be a nasyid group with you," said Laila while persuading Arga.
Arga also began to give up. Although he was upset because he felt his self-esteem dropped when playing a tambourine in front of people's houses.
Laila and Arga continue to play the tambourine while accompanying Rifki's steps.
Dung tang tang dung tang ..dung tang dung tang...
Adel who was chatting with his mother heard the tambourine. "It looks like in front of the house deh Bu, who is playing tambourine at this hour," Adel and his mother looked at each other.
"I don't know, try to check" said Mother. Adel rushed to check outside. Adel opened the door and gaped to see Rifki and his troops in front of the house.
"Assalamualaikum Adel.pardon us intruding, can we meet," said Rifki.
Adel was still dumbfounded, with his mouth agape he nodded as if assenting.
Rifki and his family entered. Adel held Laila's hand. "What's the matter La?" ask Adel.
"No idea, I'm just a member of Rifki here, what is my day that obeys the will of sister-in-law," said Laila and followed the group into the house.
"Assynoltomodel.."
"Waalaikumussalam.eh there is a guest," welcome mother even though she does not recognize the face that comes, mother only recognize the face of Laila.
"This is my friend Ma'am, his name is Rifki," said Adel who introduced Rifki so that mothers do not wonder.
"oh.iya.please sit down," said the mother smiling kindly. Although in his heart he was astonished by a group of families who visited his house.
Adel nodded at those shocking words. Likewise Laila who scratches his head even though it does not itch. "Astaghfirullah.has not yet said what as an opening, he has directly spoken to the proposal, even he has not introduced himself and his family," said Laila.
So did Arga who was furious with Rifki's stupid behavior. Arga steps on Rifki's foot while giving the code.
"What the hell," whispered Rifki.
"You're crazy! have not spoken anything already discussed the proposal, you have not introduced yourself and your family" whispered Arga back.
"So calm down, this is the method of applying that I see on google," whispered Rifki.
"I'm sorry Mom, actually, this is my son who loves his daughter very much, so our arrival here intends to express the good intentions of our son to justify his daughter" said Mr. Rendra.
Adel's mother couldn't say anything because it was too shocking, "Before a minute" Adel's mother said as she pulled her daughter back.
"Who is del?" ask mom seriously.
"The man who was Rifki Bu, and who was beside Laila was her husband, and the father of Mama Rifki, "Adel explained.
"Your boyfriend?"
"I'm not going out, Mom,"
"Continue ..do you really like that guy named Rifki?"
Adel nodded his head as if he had agreed.
"Do you know her family background?" ask mother.
"That was his father, Mr. Rendra Argantara, the original owner of the White horse," said Adel.
Mother was surprised to hear her daughter mention the name of a famous person in this city.
"Yes already.mom agrees," said Mother confidently. Adel's father had died a year ago, so he was just waiting for the mother's blessing. And now my mother has approved it.
Adel and his mother returned to the living room,
"So how's Mom, Adel? my proposal was accepted, right?" ask the confident Rifki.
Arga and Laila simultaneously glared at Rifki because he did not know the rules of speaking during the application.
"If I only support my daughter's decision, whatever her decision is the answer" she said.
"If you need time for Istikharah not pa pa kok Del, you still have a lot of time to think" said Laila while helping Adel.
"That's how old, now, you're gonna take Del?" Rifki looks PD.
And again Arga stomped his foot, "If you speak first think!" groused Arga to Rifki's ears.
"No need La, I'm very confident in my answer, and my answer, I received Rifki's proposal," Adel said seriously.
"No, what I said, I must have been accepted," Rifki seemed happy to hear Adel's answer.
"Alhamdulillah." said Bu Ranti and Laila simultaneously.
Rifki took the tambourine in Arga's hand, so happy he played the tambourine in front of Adel.
"Astaghfirullah, this crazy man is a shame," grumbled Arga in his heart.