Love (Not) Owned

Willing to be your wife

"Son, today did not forget the event at Malik's mother's house ?" Remind me when I finish breakfast.

"Yes Bu Shofie remembers"

"You guys come too, right ? ask Zahra's sister.

"It looks like we can't go with mom, I'm a little unwell. Later kasian also Ayyub if you have to be invited to linger there"

"Yes already, then you just rest maybe tired from staying up late. Ayyub later if you can be the same, just in case Ayyub does not get sick"

"yes Ma'am"

Actually to go there is my heart a lot of consideration. One side I will definitely meet Malik, it's nothing just that the last time I met it was still remembered. Not to anger or hate, maybe more to withdraw.

No longer expect much. I gave it all up the last time I met.

When arriving at the residence Malik invited guests are so crowded. From the clothes worn as already arranged. Ahh I just realized that mom is also part of one of them. Seen from the color of the clothes that Mother wears "gray" which indicates that Mom is a friend of Bu Susi High School despite the fact they are up to one campus.

Guests who attend more to colleagues and colleagues from this family, seen once from the guests who attended.

Malik's brother is very good at stringing words. Whether it's true or not let me find the truth myself.

"Try him, he must be nervous, brother assures. It's nothing, yes, I'll see this brother who hasn't really spared you"

"This brother is talking about what the, my brother, I've met him first yes"

And for some reason my feet lightly stepped towards Malik.

"Hi how are you ?" my broom to malik

"Good" short there's no base base.

Because there was no talk between us and went away but something happened until the tray carried by the waiter fell and the water hit my shirt.

The panicked me could only clean with the tissue on the table but Malik suddenly pulled my hand into his house.

Even our departure caught the attention of the guests a little, not because of my wet clothes but because of Malik holding my hand.

"Malik freelancing" I asked Malik who kept holding my hand.

"Sorry Shof, wait here and don't go anywhere" he said, then went somewhere.

He came back with a change of clothes that I didn't know where he was coming from. He asked me to change in his room above.

Inside his room looks very detailed, all the items neatly arranged. My eyes swept over this side of the room and my eyes fell on the nakes who was near his bed.

My feet were so curious that my eyes were wide staring at the photo that was there. Yes, it was a picture of me falling asleep while we were in Brastagi at the time. "How dare he take a picture of me like this, just watch out for "my mumbling

Suddenly something rippled in this body. Why did he put my picture in his room. He is not ashamed to see his family.

When I finished I went out and saw him waiting faithfully outside.

He asked me to put back the clothes I was wearing to stay.

After returning to the event venue I also paid back to Malik and his parents did not forget to congratulate Farhan his brother Malik.

I don't know why Malik keeps following me to where our car is. Nothing else, and it's not like he wants to take me out tomorrow night.

It was a bit hesitant actually to accept his invitation but after that time, I was determined not to forget the person in my life but rather extinguish my expectations.

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After Maghrib Malik actually came home. The sound of a car roaring was heard while I was watching TV.

After entering he also chatted with Abah and Mother. I prepared in the room.

We asked Malik for permission from my parents. I don't know why you were smiling at me. Or maybe something is wrong with my appearance. But it doesn't feel all that ordinary I think.

After arriving we went to the place that had been booked in advance and of course Malik preferred VIP to be more private.

While waiting for the order to come we also told about our busyness lately to the statement of malik that I still digest.

"I think my heart is as hard as a rock, it turns out that only a lump of ice can melt at any time. Shofie disappointed you often make for it with a heavy I want to apologize for the umpteenth time and for the umpteenth time also I want to establish a serious relationship with you "

"I want you to accompany me until later, I want you to be the mother of my children later"

"I can't promise you much, but I always try to be happy"

"Just yesterday-yesterday I lost you but next I don't want any more"

"Shofie I want to ask you to be my wife, to be the woman of a man who is weak in matters of the heart, I want to make you the last woman I love after my mother "

Our conversation came to a halt as the waiter came to bring our order.

"Emm Malik we eat first yes" I asked Malik who I was confused about what to answer.

No sound was heard but spoons and plates clashing.

We finished eating and kept quiet with each other's thoughts.

"Shof, so how's the ?"

"Aa Akuu.. Can you give me time to think about it ?"

"It used to be, but I ended up losing you for a few years" she said, looking at me.

"Malik, you know you've been here, after a long time you've been around. I just want to make sure you're right here, I promise I'm not going anywhere"

"Alright, I'm waiting for your answer, if you accept me later I'll come see your parents soon, but if you don't accept me I hope our relationship stays like this"

I just nodded in response.

When we finished, we went straight home. There wasn't much we talked about on the way. What's on my mind right now is just the answer to what I have to tell Malik.

My heart still thumped when it was close to him. My feelings were still angry as he rejected my invitation. My logic this time seemed to agree with my heart.

After a long time with each of our stories it may be time for me to accept Malik.

"Shof has arrived" said Malik disperse my reverie.

"Shof, are you okay ?"

"I'am ok, emm Malik, I'm willing to be your wife" I said, which made Malik distrustful.

"Are you really with what you said just now ?"

"Do I have to say one more time let you believe ?" " Yes I accept you to be my husband Malik" I said once again which managed to make him reflexively hug me.

"Thank you, Shof, I'll get to you right away"

"Yes thank you for all your time but this we belom kosher you can be released first no ?"

"Jeez sorry Shof I'm so happy"

"Well I go down first, take care of your health I wait for the next news" I said and got out of the car.

After Malik's car disappeared, I immediately went into the house and cleaned up and rested.

For today it feels very different, like there is a burden that is released, the sense of tightness that there is like coming out of plong.

"If he is my soul mate, please bring us closer and carry out our business, O Allah "murm.