
Nine months later.
At Anita's house. Mama Rani, Anita and her older sister Azzam were sitting talking in the back of the house. Anita is engrossed in chewing fried bananas made by the mother while playing her mobile phone. Azzam was busy with his tablets, preparing material for his lectures. Azzam is currently going home for the weekend.
The mother stared alternately at her two children who were like strangers. There was absolutely no conversation between the two from now on. Then, Mama Rani tried to start. Of course, talk about his anxiety.
“Azzam, when are you going to get married son?” asked Mama while continuing to look gently at the eldest. Azzam did not respond.
“iya mas, mas also does not look to have a girlfriend.” Anita chimed. Azzam remained silent, still refusing to comment.
“you it's been 32 years, mama also really wants to hold a grandchild like mama's friends. Your friends are all married too, right?” seloroh mama again.this time looking at Azzam with full of supplication.
Azzam has not yet responded. He was setting up words so as not to hurt his mother.
“what in the place where you teach there is nothing that can attract your heart?” ask mama again.
Mama Rani instead looked at Anita because Azzam did not immediately give an answer.
“mas..” call Anita while nudging her sister's thigh to immediately wake up from her daydream. Azzam flinched and looked at Anita and mama alternately. Then exhaled his coarse breath.
“begini ma, Azzam will make CV Azzam. Then mama can give the CV to friends mama, pakde, budhe, paklek, om, aunty anyone mama acquaintance. Say that Azzam is trying to get a soul mate. If there is a match with Azzam according to mama and mama agree, Azzam will propose to him.
Azzam manut.” Azzam said at length.
He really thought about his words carefully.
“alah.so is better. But is there nothing in your college that draws your heart?” ask her mother again. He did not want his son to be forced to accept ta’aruf later on.
“no ma, even if there is a mama also not necessarily like.” Answer Azzam. He glanced at his mother at a glance then back at the tablet screen in his grasp.
Mama smiled at Azzam's words. From the past, Azzam was not a child who dared to neko-neko. She is very good at keeping herself away from women who are not mahrams.
“actually yesterday there was the same love Azzam ma..” said Anita suddenly while glancing at her brother.
And Azzam replied with a questionable look. Looking at Anita, was it just a joke that her sister had thrown.
“who?” ask mama Enthusiastic.
“Zahra..” Anita replied straightforwardly.
“Zahra your friend? Who comes here often? Waah.. what a pity..” says
My mother ended disappointed. Anita nodded her head, her face implying a mockery to the older sister.
“why so sorry ma? Mama doesn't like Zahra?” azzam's turn was enthusiastic when he heard the name Zahra called.
“sayan once because Zahra is married.” Anita replied relaxed. His relaxed legs were now dazzling perfectly. His back he put on the back of the chair. His hand continued to play his phone.
“apa? Zahra is married?” azzam asked dumbfounded with the words of his sister.
“why the hell was his shock so much.” Anita stared intently at Azzam.
While Azzam realized that the gaze immediately swerved. Then shake your head. He immediately went to his room so as not to be found out that he was being misbehaved.
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Forgive if there is a little typo yes, the author again a little speeding because the head of the real puyeng..
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