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Chapter 29 S2

The gate opened when Fahad started the engine. He narrowed his eyes, looking towards the gate. “Yasmin?” Fauad opened the car door and approached Yasmin who locked the gate. “Where are you from?”

Fahad's voice surprised Yasmin. Both of his hands were on his chest, as if preventing his heart from escaping. “Sister! Why make a surprise, anyway!” then shouted.

“Where are you from?” Fahad asked again, with sharp eyes.

Yasmin was speechless, trying to compose a sentence to give an excuse to her unceasingly shone a sharp glare at him. His face lowered, “aku was —”

Fahad was getting annoyed, his hand grabbed Yasmin's arm violently and took her into the house. The girl screamed in pain, but Fahad remained unconcerned.

Nayla hears Yasmin's voice, her footsteps speeding up to open the door. “Fahad, you—”

“Shut! This time I don't want anyone defending him!” Fahad exclaimed as he gestured with one hand.

Nayla can see Fahad's anger. Her husband took the slightly wavy-haired girl into his room.

“Sick sister,” peeker Yasmin.

Fahad took off his grip as soon as they were in Yasmin's room. “Where have you been, huh?” tanyakanya. “Where!” he snaps because he doesn't get an answer.

“Fahad, don't be angry first, with Yasmin's explanation,” said Nayla. He held onto Yasmin's body from the side. Giving a touch of tranquility by gently stroking the head of his sister-in-law.

“What explanation? It's eleven o'clock and he just got home! Soon she wants a fiancee, what if her future husband's family knows this? They must have thought that our family is not a good family.”

“I don't want fiancee!” Yasmin shouted.

Nayla and Fahad look at Yasmin with a confused look. “What do you mean? Your engagement date is set, don't embarrass the family, Yasmin!” fahad's thunderous voice filled Yasmin's room.

“Fahad, it's already night, don't make Zia wake up. Calm down, we sit down and talk about this carefully.” Nayla said softly, trying to mediate between the brother and sister.

“Sister-in-law, I don't want fiancee, I don't want.” Yasmin cries, wails at Nayla.

“Calm down, don't cry, now go clean up. I'll make milk for you.” Nayla tucked Yasmin's hair behind her ear.

Yasmin looked at Fahad, asking permission for what her sister-in-law had ordered. “Go, clean yourself. Sister wait at the dinner table,” he said.

Yasmin went into the bathroom, Fahad and Nayla came out and walked into the kitchen. “The engagement date is only a week away, and he said he didn't want a fiancee. What do you want Yasmin?” Fahad.

“Do you also want milk?” nayla asked as soon as her husband had sat on the dining table chair.

“Honey, I'm angry, don't offer me milk.”

“I asked you what milk does not, not nanya you are angry what enggak.” Nayla answered.

“Do not make you anxious! I'm really angry at this!” Want to hug the body of the wife, to eliminate her anger.

“Yes, I know you're angry, but you shouldn't be angry before you know the truth. But, it has become your habit, anyway. Whatever.”

The couple argued a little. Expressing anger in each other's hearts.

“Darling, I must be mad at Yasmin, she came home at eleven in the evening, what if her future husband's family found out? They must think we're not a good family.”

Nayla put the spoon to the table so that it makes a loud enough sound between the spoon and the marble table. He looked at Fahad with an indescribable look. “So, is it more important that people assume first than the reason behind Yasmin coming home tonight?” Nayla ruffled waist. “You'll be able to ask first, where he was, if there is a problem in the street, or whatever. We don't know, Fahad, where he is from and what happened to him.”

“So, you really don't worry about Yasmin, you're more worried about her husband's family assumptions, so?” nayla.

“I'm worried about her, honey, but the problem is that she wants a fiance, it's not good until her future husband knows,” said Fahad.

“Ah, come on, I'm tired of talking to you.”

Yes, Fahad b is like that, his anger will be in front without wanting to hear an explanation. Nayla has had enough. But, Fahad's attitude that is more concerned with the family assumptions of Yasmin's future husband, makes Nayla caught off guard with this husband. Not asking if his sister was okay, where and why he could come home late, but instead scolded her.

Before long, Yasmin came and sat down on the dining table chair next to Nayla. “Drink, Yas,” Nayla brings a glass of warm milk closer to her sister-in-law.

“You've eaten?” nayla asked who was answered with a nod of the head by Yasmin.

“Alright, talk to your sister,” Nayla left, she wants to go back to the room so that her husband and sister-in-law can speak four eyes.

“Sister-in-law,” Yasmin stopped Nayla by pulling her wrist. Nayla smiled, she knew Yasmin was afraid of Fahad's anger. “Yasmin, talk and say whatever you want to say, don't be afraid,” said Nayla softly.

“Sister-in-law ...,” whine Yasmin. He wanted his brother-in-law to be next to him.

“Sit down, darling,” Fahad and Nayla's orders sit next to Yasmin at her husband's orders.

“Oke, now say, where are you from?” fahad serious mode.

Yasmin looked at Nayla, “Tell me, don't be afraid, your sister just asked,” Nayla said.

“Yas—”

“I'm not going anywhere, I'm just going to Alina's house,” Yasmin said. Afsal and Nayla frowned, “Alina? You mean, sister secretary?” Fahad made sure and Yasmin nodded.

“Again with Alina, I didn't lie.”

“Why did you go to Alina's house? Is this house going, until you have to go to Alina first.” Fahad asked further.

“I .. I need a friend, Brother. I'm confused, brother-in-law is not there, I have to talk to who?” Both hands clutching Nayla's hand.

“Speaking what do you mean? You can call if you need a friend.”

Nayla is still silent, she remembers Yasmin's words that she did not want to get engaged. Maybe that's what Yasmin wants to talk about.

“Kak, I don't want a fiancee, I don't know her, I also still want to work, if I get married, they certainly won't give me permission to work,” Yasmin said with you the lowest, I'm sure, I hope Fahad understands his feelings.

“You don't mess around, Yasmin, don't embarrass Ammi. Your engagement is set and you have to do it!” snapped Fahad.

“Already, just in advance. It's late, he must be tired, just talk tomorrow.” Nayla took her husband's hand, led him into the room.

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Shazia was still sleeping, her tiredness made her wake up late. Meanwhile, Fahad, he was preparing to leave for the office. A lot of work was waiting for him, he did not want to postpone the work in order to be able to calmly prepare for Yasmin's engagement.

“Yasmin not awake?” Fahad sat his body on the dining table chair.

“Already, still in the room,” replied Nayla while presenting a glass of tea to her husband.

Fahad sipped the tea, “He's still mad?” put the tea cup back to its original place.

Nayla raises her shoulders, “entah.” A plate of omelette she treats for her husband. Nayla was about to call Yasmin for breakfast, but Fahad prevented her because he was going to call her.

The knock on the door did not concern Yasmin

As Fahad had guessed, his sister was still angry at him. “Yasmin, brother entered,” Fahad opened the door slowly, he saw Yasmin who was still lying on the bed. “Yas—”

“I'm not in work,” Yasmin said.

“Yes, but breakfast first, your sister-in-law has cooked your favorite omelette.” Fahad.

Hearing omelette, Yasmin's eyes opened wide. He got up, walked out of the room without even looking at Fahad.

If it's nomelette, get up.

Yasmin sat down, drinking tea made by her sister-in-law. “Good morning, pretty,” greet Nayla who was replied with a smile by Yasmin.

“Sister-in-law, is Shazia not awake yet?” ask Yasmin.

“Not yet, still tired of him.”

Fahad gently touched the top of Yasmin's head and sat down next to her. Yasmin only glanced at her brother, she was still annoyed by the engagement talk.

Nayla takes Fahad to the porch.

“I leave, tell Yasmin to think about what she said last night, I trust you.” Fahad kissed the top of Nayla's head long ago.

“Yes, if he talks to me, if not, where can I persuade him, I do not want him to think I am too meddling in his affairs.”

“She must be talking to you, you're her sister-in-law. In fact, he is more open with you than me,” said Fahad, Nayla nodded.

“Mommy's son is awake, yes?” nayla said when she saw Shazia sitting in her dining chair with Yasmin.

“Kakak,” call Yasmin, Nayla turns and sits next to her sister-in-law.

“Kak, I don't want a fiancee, say the same Ammi and Fahad, I still want to work,” said Yasmin hopeful if her brother-in-law is willing to help her.

“Can I ask you something?” nayla asked, Yasmin nodded, “do you have a boyfriend?”

Yasmin shook her head.

“Is there a guy you like?” ask Nayla again.

“Not there, brother, I just want to focus on working. I'm not married.”

Nayla clasped Yasmin's fingers, smiling as she gently touched her sister-in-law's cheek.

“Yasmin, there is no harm in trying to get to know your future husband. Ammi would choose the best husband candidate for you, there are no parents who will mate her daughter with a bad man, Ammi would already know the seeds, bebet, and weights. Your job is just to get to know her closer, there's still a week before the engagement date. You can use that time to get closer to your future husband,” said Nayla at length. Yasmin listened carefully.

“Did he never try closer to you?” ask Nayla.

“He sent me a message, he said he also wanted to know me more closely,” replied Yasmin.

“Well, he just wants to try deket same you. So, you also have to do it, there is a saying that says, do not know then do not love. So, get to know him first, long-time affection and love it can grow.”

“No harm in accepting matchmaking, Yasmin” added Nayla.

“But, Brother Fahad?” Yasmin recalled the destruction of Fahad's first household, the household for arranged marriage.

“That's not one of arranged marriages, Yasmin, it has indeed become the life story of Fahad and Mahira. Their soul mate just got there, ' said Nayla.

“If it's a job problem, you can talk about it with your future husband, InshaAllah he can also understand,” he added later.

Yasmin looked at Naylaz weighing what her sister-in-law had said.

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There is nothing wrong with an arranged marriage, the good thing is that marriage depends on two people themselves. How they deal with every difference in a marriage, whether with a cold head or with emotions. If the spouse you are betrothed to is a bad man or woman, then it is not the fault of the betrothal or parent, but because of the destiny and fate that God has written down. Allah will never test HIS servants beyond his means. There will be wisdom in every disaster and trial that comes to us.

Again, before the marriage ..it is better to discuss what the future plans are after marriage later. For example, work problems, housing problems, also liver problems. What kind of deal would they take in the event of a little quarrel, because in fact, marriage is the art of succumbing.

If the husband and wife do not give up, then the marriage will be easily destroyed without any love and affection between them. Giving up does not mean losing or being stupid, giving up is how we respect each other's decisions and the thoughts of our different partners. However we try and try to unite the principles and incompatibilities, until at any time it will never be united.

Iku bedo karo watuk, nek watuk iso di tambani. Nek character, there's no way iso in foxes.

The nature is different from coughing, if coughing can be treated. If it is nature, it is impossible to change.

Differences in principles and incompatibility must always exist, both of which cannot be used as an excuse for a divorce.

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