Love Zainab

Asking for Father's Blessing (Part 2)

"Yusuf, antum are you ready to meet Zainab's father?" Ask Ustadz Harun while driving his car.

"God willing, ane ready Ust." Joseph answered steadily.

"Bismillah, ane believes equally antum." Ustadz Harun Sahut. He could see the faith in Joseph. Although in truth, he was also worried. Mujayasa will give you a chance to receive Joseph.

Not long after, they arrived. Ustadz Harun who had not visited his brother's house for a long time. Seeing a car parked in the yard, it shows that there are guests inside. Both got out of the car and stepped in.

"Assalamualaik." Ustadz Harun.

"Getishalam." Answer them.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound. Including Zainab, he felt shocked and happy. Finally the guest he was waiting for came as well.

Zainab approached the two who were still in the doorway. "Uncle! He kissed the back of his hand. And also greeting someone who always makes his heart out of control. "Come on, come on in." Bring along.

The hue of Mujayasa's face was immediately changed, not because of the arrival of his sister, but who came with him. "How are you?." Mujayasa hugged Aaron tightly. They rarely meet because of their relationship with each other.

"Alhamdulillah, good Brother." Aaron let go of his embrace. Look at the brother he has. Although they have been in a conflict over corporate rights. But in the end, Aaron relented and let their parents' legacy company, fully held by his brother. He already assumed the affair was over and never wanted to bring it back. Now Aaron is happy and living well.

"Sit down!." Take him along while patting the empty sofa next to him. Mujayasa paid no heed to the existence of Joseph. Even when Yusuf wanted to experience it, Mujayasa did not know that he was there.

Joseph nodded, for there was no seat. He was forced to stand up. His strong faith suddenly weakened, Zainab's father did not look at him at all. However, Joseph tried to reorganize his beliefs. This might be a test for him. Hmm just like a schoolboy. Just because he did not get a place to sit, he was still able to face the other tests. As long as Zainab's love stays in place. Not going to another heart.

And another one that made his gaze disturbed, who was that young man? Will he be married to Zainab? They are not from among random people. Not a papa like him. Ahh Yusuf, you're thinking too far. Poor people seem to easily feel worthless when they gather with rich people.

"Sorry Muja, it looks like you have an important guest. We're saying good." Said Fernando asking himself. He was followed by his son and wife.

"Ohh, okay. Come by if you have time." Mujayasa also stood up.

"certain. We must have come here."

Mia approached Zainab. "Auntie comes home first, baby. And hopefully Dinan didn't let you down." He said whispering slowly.

Zainab blinked at the confusion of what Mia meant. "I-iya Bi." Zainab.

Dinan did not miss the sight of Zainab. I don't know when he'll see the girl again. Whatever he's gonna do to get Zainab. So far, no woman has given up on bending her knees in front of her. Even begging for love, but unfortunately love is the most expensive thing he gives. Or even Dinan had absolutely no idea what love was. She played too many women while living in France. His ugliness while there was never smelled or known by his parents.

Joseph did not like the way Dinan looked at Zainab. He wanted to hit that guy. Wretched him? Common sense always invites him to make peace with the situation at that time.

"Dinan, are you going to stay here? Look at Mr. Mujayasa's unofficial daughter who is yours." Fernando patted his shoulder to wake his son.

Dinan gasped. "I'm sorry, Pa. Has made you wait."

Fernando and Mia shook their heads, looking at the child's behavior. "Please forgive my son. His name is also a young man, unable to control himself if there is a beautiful girl before him." Pinta Mia slightly slipped a joke.

"It's okay. Understandably, young leaves." Mujayasa. And take them to the porch.

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Joseph could sit on the sofa. His legs felt a little sore as he continued to stand up. The three of them sat in the living room leisurely, but not with Joseph. His face was so tense. While Zainab helps Mbok Cici prepare food and drinks.

"What news brought you here?." Mujayasa opened the conversation.

"My arrival here will convey important things, it also concerns the future of Zainab." He told the core of the conversation.

"The future of Zainab?" Mujayasa frowned, even though he actually knew makaud and his sister's purpose. But he will follow where Aaron was going. "Try to say it more clearly, so that I may understand." Her request.

"Include me, he's Yusuf. Perhaps Brother is no stranger to her because he has met before."

"Yes, I know him." Mujayasa put on a dislike face while staring at Joseph. Is he what Zainab meant? Zainab's future husband? Mujayasa began to suspect.

"His arrival here was to ask for the blessing of Zainab's father, because Joseph and Zainab had the same feelings." Aaron turned to Joseph briefly to continue his sentence. "Yusuf wants permission to marry your daughter." Continue a little carefully.

Mujayasa confirmed his conjecture. How sad the young man was. He still had the courage to appear before him, even wanting his daughter. Did he forget what he said before? His life was right now, so he wanted to marry Zainab. Did he think that bringing his sister here would change his outlook? Surely it's not that easy.

Mujayasa. "What does he have to support my daughter?."

Joseph opened his voice. But Aaron preceded him. "Sister, please don't look at someone by their social status." Aaron was getting upset. Mujayasa has never changed, his ambition towards property has always been at number one. This is what contradicts him.

Joseph, who was silent in a thousand languages, now opened his voice. He might not keep quiet. He has to dare to fight for his love. I'll take responsibility if he gives up. Even though he actually has nothing. "Sorry, Sir. I am not a person to be. Our lives are just enough. God willing, I will not make Zainab sad. I'll make her happy, 'cause I love her."

"Is my child enough to live with love? How could I possibly believe and just hand over my beloved daughter to you."

"You doubt it, brother?." Ustadz Harun Sahut.

"Lantas, what would I be proud of if she became my daughter-in-law? My life is with the people of the company. He does not deserve to be with Zainab. You brought him here, it's the same as humiliating me." Insults after insults are getting more and more unraveled.

It hurt so much for Joseph. He's bending his eyes. He should have realized that he was nothing but trash. Perhaps just like that tile floor, it deserves to be trampled. Even his shoes were more valuable than his.

That disgrace brought Joseph into the bottom of the abyss. This time his life was very strange. For the sake of fighting for his love, does it have to be this difficult? His confidence was revived, now broken. It might be along with the hopes that he had already knitted. However, he must be strong. He should not look weak just because of such insults.

"When our social status is on the same line. Do you want to accept me?." Yusuf asked in a bold manner.

"How long should my son wait? Rather than wait for you, it's better for Zainab to marry another man." Mujayasa's lips grinned. He was so humble in Joseph's self-esteem.

"Sister, give her a chance. I am very sure that Joseph was able to make Zainab happy. Do you have no pity to see your daughter suffer because her love was not blessed by her father?" The words of Ustadz Harun Mujayasa.

"Take your word.!" The originally relaxed Mujayasa turned heated because of Ustadz Harun. "I feel more sorry if my daughter has to live a miserable life with poor men like her." He pointed to Joseph.

"God knows better what is best for Zainab. You have no right to forbid with whom Zainab falls in love and to whom she will anchor her whole life."

"I'm His Father. Of course, I will be a part of my daughter's life. Including who he married."

The two were silent, no longer staging an action of debate. The living room is now hotter, hotter than the courtroom. Or maybe it has become a love trial.

"I may not deserve to be your daughter's husband because of my lack of circumstances, but can you give me a chance, even if it's a little. So that I can prove that I love Zainab very much." This time Joseph tried to beg. It is possible that Mujayasa changed his mind and would accept it.

"Are you not sure of him? Even after he begs you, brother?." Ustadz Harun.

"You know me, don't you?" His eyes were on his sister. "I still won't...." The sentence was stuck out when Zainab suddenly cut it.

"Dad..." Call her. His eyes glazed. Her tears have been falling since. When his father insulted Joseph. His heart was like a sword.

Mujayasa knew what his daughter meant. The Netra said it also wanted Joseph. However, he still could not accept it.

"Sorry, I can't give you your blessing." He answered without daring to look at Zainab. He did not want to weaken, if he was already faced with his tears.

Zainab squeezed and fell to the floor. His heart seemed to stop beating, his heart was now dim. The support of his heart could not settle in his life. Her tears wet her cheeks. Sobbed.

Joseph, who saw the incident, wanted to get closer. However, Ustadz Harun prevented it. "Sister." The words stopped.

"I don't want to hear anything. And you Zainab, open your eyes wide. You're my daughter, I won't let you live with that poor man.

"Dad!." Zainab held onto her chest which felt tight. Why is his love so sad. "What's wrong Zai?." With still sobbing.

Joseph felt the same pain. Zainab's tears made her understand how much love she had. He doesn't know what to do. Maybe he was still strong to accept insults, but seeing his loved ones crying, he was weakened. Even he wanted to shed a tear, with all his strength he held it. He did not want to see Zainab getting sad over him.

They looked at each other, implying that their feelings were so deep. But they are afraid of sin if they have to hide it. I don't know when that love will be. Zainab tried to get back on her feet, as if she had found her strength.

"Don't make me angry. You said you'd never let me down." This time Mujayasa looked at Zainab with a sharp gaze. And Zainab was horrified. "Satpam, take this man away." His shouting.

Ustadz Aaron was surprised by his brother's anger. He's really wrathful. "We can get out on our own." He pulled Joseph's arm out of the house. But Joseph did not give up just yet. He fell down at Mujayasa's feet, pleading for the middle-aged man's generosity.

"I beg you, give me a chance. In order to prove that I will make Zainab happy. I love your daughter very much." His speech.

Zainab covered her mouth with both hands. He did not think that Joseph would do this. He was willing to drop his pride just to get the father's blessing. Ustadz Harun could do nothing but watch.

"I'm sick of all your words, young man. Security guard, drag him out!!! His order.

The two guards who had been on standby waiting for his master's order, moved as well. They were swiftly carrying out that order. They dragged Joseph out, though Ustadz Aaron had tried to block him. He did not think, where is his brother's conscience.

"And you Zainab, come into your room! Do you want me to do the same thing as him?."

Zainab was only able to obey her father's orders. He felt himself broken into pieces. Zainab climbed the stairs with a curve, occasionally falling. His heart and mind drifted to think about how Joseph was there.

***Connected***