Marriage Line Husband

Part 2: The Foreign Man

...God always has many ways to bring two people together who are destined to be united in a marriage bond. Though their hearts reject each other....

"Riz, when are you getting married?"

Move Fariz's finger on the laptop keyboard to a standstill. The man turned towards uminya, Fardah.

"I have not found a suitable woman to be my companion. And. I'm also focused on my work," Fariz replied back to his activities.

Umi Fardah breathed a heavy sigh. The middle-aged woman glanced at Fariz's laptop screen.

"When are you going to stop working in the city? You better continue our family business. Umi doesn't want to stay away from you, Riz. Moreover, you come home once every two months," said Umi Fardah protest.

Fariz turned his chair facing towards the middle-aged woman. He grabbed both hands of Umi Fardah and held them.

"Umi, I can't just give up my job at the company I dreamed of working there. Moreover, I spend a lot of money for my tuition fees in Jakarta yesterday. At least I can buy a house, a car and open my own business. So when I stopped working there, my money was already raised a lot" Fariz said.

"It's up to you, it's Fariz. Married do not want, told to continue the family business also does not want. While you're twenty-eight years old, it's enough time to get married."

"Married it is not only capital intention only Umi, but also capital money. Want to be fed what my wife and child will be, while my money has not been collected much, it is impossible to rely on the income of the cake shop business, Umi."

"Rezeki can come from anywhere if the intention is worship, Riz." umi Fardah again catapulted his words and Fariz sighed.

"Umi don't have to think about when I'll get married, which I'll definitely have a candidate for." Fariz's speech this time made the eyes of Umi Fardah wide.

"Who's Riz? Who's candidate?" The radiance of happiness framed clearly on the woman's face.

"Let me introduce you. Now it's on approach level," Fariz replied smiling.

"Hopefully he will lamerate soon. Why not say it from earlier," said Umi Fardah with a big smile.

"We don't know in the future how. Every human being has many plans but it is still God who governs them" Fariz and Umi Fardah nodded in agreement.

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The rain fell so hard that the land began to flood. In a more precise saung at the patrol post looks a woman hugging herself with a perfectly shaking body. Liza took off her soaked veil. His eyes looked up at the blackened sky with lightning and thunder. He had just bought his father's order and now had to get caught in the rain here.

The woman sat leaning against the patrol post while rubbing her hands together until warmed up and pasted them onto her cheeks.

"When does the rain stop?" mumbling Liza. There was a hint of fear flicking his heart let alone the day had already started to darken. The woman squeezed her soaked veil until the absorption of water in a thin cloth was reduced.

The light of the motor hit the face of Liza who rushed to put her veil back on. A man stopped his beat motorbike at the patrol post. The dense black netra highlight of the man was fixated on the woman who lowered her head.

The man sat down next to Liza who immediately got up from her seat.

"Why stand? Here sit. I'm not going to mess with you" Fariz said as if he knew what the woman was thinking.

Liza shook her head." No need, let me just stand up." the tweet was slow and barely audible.

The woman was aghast in shock when she heard the ear-shattering sound of lightning. The gusts of strong wind and cold air that pierced into the pores of the skin so tormented Liza who was increasingly shivering with the cold with her wet clothes at this time. Fariz watched the woman rise from her seat. He opened his motorcycle seat and took his jacket which he always carried.

"Wear this jacket." Fariz offered his black jacket. Liza only caught a glimpse and shook her head slowly.

"Do not wear it for yourself" refused Liza.

"It's okay, take it instead of you being cold." Fariz put his jacket back on. Although he also felt cold but beside himself for the sake of the foreign woman who is now with him.

Liza glanced at the man as far as the tail of her eyes. With trembling hands due to the cold and nervousness that clutched him. He took the jacket from the stranger. Fariz stared at the hand of the woman who came out of the hijab length of the wrist covered with black handsock.

"Thank you, ustadz..."

One eyebrow Fariz raised heard the woman's last words to him.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been able to return ustadz' turban..." Liza returned to say her words. Both corners of Fariz lifted up to hear him to form a smile. He knew that the woman before him was now the woman he helped.

"I'm not an ustadz. Why do you think I'm ustadz?" said Fariz who chuckled softly showing both dimples of her cheeks.

Liza lowered her head even more. He took a few steps back when he felt that the distance between the two of them was quite close. The two cheeks of Liza met red because of the shame that clutched her. He thought the man was an ustadz.

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Sharifah looked back and forth in the living room and occasionally stared at the outside window. He was really worried about his daughter, Khaliza. Muhsin heaved a heavy sigh seeing his wife continuously pacing in front of him.

"Not to worry about Liza, Bun. She is already big and can take care of herself" said Muhsin and Sharifah turned to her husband.

"How come Umi is not worried, Well, if until now Liza has not returned home and soon has entered magrib time. Why did you not ask Ihsan who went to the stall not Liza," grumbled Sharifah protest.

Muhsin breathed a heavy sigh." Ihsan had just come home from work and there was no way Dad would directly ask her to the stall. Poor him tired after working all day. Father also asked Liza to the stall so that the child did not get too crouching in the house and just went out when going to study. Mother knows for herself, right, our one child has become closed since her husband died. Already several applications from the village man next door he refused. Dad was fed up with the attitude of Liza who always reasoned still love Danu to not want to open his heart. Until when does our daughter continue to maintain her status as a widow? We can't always be with him either. Liza needs a man who can take care of ."

Syarifah was silent to her husband's words.