Marriage Line Husband

Part 3: The matchmaking plan

...God gives you trials not to weaken but to strengthen your patience and mentality....

Liza further tightened the jacket she was wearing now. The rain started to subside and only a small drizzle. Liza looked towards the foreign man who was now turning on her motorcycle.

"Let's go up, let me drive you home. It's not good for women to come home alone at night" Fariz said, looking up at the unmoved Liza.

Liza looked at the man briefly and again lowered her gaze. He was really confused whether to follow the foreign man or go home on foot.

"Let's go up, don't think too much. Your parents could be very worried because you haven't come home." Fariz again made Liza blink her eyes many times.

Fariz let out a heavy sigh seeing the woman not moving at all close to him. If possible, he had carried the woman and sat her on the motorcycle seat. One footstep Liza stepped closer at Fariz who kept staring at the woman.

Liza started riding the bike and gave the distance so as not to get too close to the man.

"Are you ready?" ask Fariz.

"Yes.." liza's great-grandson was barely audible.

Fariz started running his blue beat motor. He occasionally glanced from the rearview mirror saw Liza who seemed to hold the cloth covering her face so as not to be blown by the wind and ended up exposed.

"Where is your house? Because I don't know the way to your house," said Fariz raised his voice through the noise of a motorbike that continues to drive on a dimly lit road.

"Straight, there will be a crossroad and then turn left!"

Not too long now the blue beat motor that both ride has arrived in front of the house that looks simple with white chat that has been peeled off the walls of the house.

Liza immediately got off the bike and coincided with the door open. Syarifah smilingly looked at her daughter and worried look was clearly imprinted on the middle-aged woman's face.

"Where have you been, son? Mommy worries you why" said Sharifah hugging her daughter at a glance.

"So I was caught in the rain so I took shelter in the patrol station, Bun," Liza replied and Sharifah nodded in understanding.

The middle-aged woman's gaze turned to look at the man who had been watching the two women of different ages chatting.

Sharifah nudged Liza's arm which immediately turned towards the mother.

"He who?" whisik Syarifah glanced at Fariz.

"He's the one who drove me home, Bun," she whispered back as well. The eyes of Sharifah widened a little to hear that.

"Then you bring her into the house. It's not good if he goes home, let alone to take you home."

"It's not necessary, Bun. It is not good for men to visit the house these nights," Liza's alibi who did not allow the stranger to enter her house.

Sharifah shook her head slowly." It's not polite to tell him to come home, at least offer him to come inside the house just to give him a drink."

Liza could only sigh deeply.

"Let's go inside the house first, son," Sharifah asked Fariz who nodded with a smile engraved on her lips. The man did not seem to refuse with Sharifah.

Liza looked at the two of them entering the house. The woman's eyes unintentionally glanced at the black motorcycle parked in front of the house. Looks like a guest is coming.

"Let's go in Nak, don't be shy" said Syarifah herding Fariz who followed from behind.

"Change..."

Fariz's voice made two men who were as old as his age compact turn his head.

"Lho's? Why are you here?" asked Hasan who got up from the sofa and looked surprised by the appearance of his son.

"He's your son?" Now Muhsin is opening his voice.

Hasan nodded." Yes, he's my son. Just one week ago I came home from town."

"It turns out he's grown up and very handsome. I haven't seen him in a long time" said Muhsin, patting Fariz's shoulder with a smile. "Is he married?"

"No, Uncle. Still looking for a suitable one" Fariz replied accordingly. Muhsin.

"Please sit down,"

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"Astagfirullah, Liza..." Sharifah rubbed her chest in surprise at the appearance of Liza who entered through the back door.

"Why is this way? Can pass the front door," said Sharifah who again stirred tea to give to Fariz.

"In the living room there's dad's friend, I'm embarrassed to have to go through there."

"Yes, now you change your clothes. The wind will catch."

"Yes, Mother."

Liza stepped her feet towards the room. The sound of the laughter of the three men was clearly heard in the living room. I don't know what they're talking about.

"If you agree, how about Fariz and Liza we make a match. So, our relationship is not only as friends but besan," Muhsin told Hasan.

Meanwhile, Liza's hand stopped when she was about to turn the door lever of her room. The father's words were clearly heard in both ears. The woman's body immediately pecked.

The atmosphere in the living room was suddenly silent. Fariz and Abah Hasan looked at each other after hearing Muhsin's proposal.

"If I leave that to Fariz. If Fariz agrees to a match with Liza, I will be in full support" Hasan replied.

While behind the wall Liza's feet squeezed hearing that. He shook his head softly, tears slowly flooded his eyes. Both of his hands were firmly grasping the robe he was wearing.

"I don't want to.." lirih Liza with a voice choked in her throat.

Fariz, the man was silent for a moment with his head lowered and rolling eyes petting an offer from Muhsin.

"Give me a few days to think about this" Fariz said, twitching both corners of Muhsin's lips.

"Of course, Uncle will give you time. Let's hope you accept this matchmaking and make Liza your wife. Uncle was dizzy thinking about Liza who always refused the proposal of other men," said Muhsin who could not hide the happiness of the look on his face. Although not sure Fariz received this match, but still a sense of joy in his heart.

"But what if Liza refuses this match?" asked Fariz with a frowning forehead.

"You take it easy, this time Liza will not refuse this match," Muhsin reassured Fariz.

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Tear drops soaked the photo of the man smiling warmly. Liza bowed while looking at the photo of her late husband. He clenched tightly to the picture figura with a strong pain and tightness.

"Li-liza doesn't want to remarry, Liza wants to stay widowed until death picks up Liza and we can get back together again. Liza only loves Danu mas and no one can shift the position of Danu mas in Liza's heart."

Liza closed her eyes feeling the melt of tears streaming down her face.

Although it had been two years that her husband had died, the sweet memories with Danu were still warm in her memories. Liza's hand outstretched picked up the shirt lying on the bed. She took a sip of the fragrance of her husband's perfume that was still attached to the black shirt. Pain, tightness and longing mixed into one tightly clenched Liza's mind.

Two years she was tormented by a longing for her late husband that could not be avenged. Why God took someone He loved so much and let Him be tormented with a feeling of self-love and a stifling longing.

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The sound of the door opening made Liza immediately wipe away the tears that flooded her face. Muhsin breathed heavily at the sight of his daughter.

"Until when do you keep going like this, Liza?"

The woman was bowed in hearing the father's catapult that walked over to her.

"Dad didn't forbid you to continue to love your late husband. But please think of yourself too, there is no way you can live alone without a partner. Father, mother, and Ihsan cannot be with you and protect you at all times. There is a time when we will leave you alone." said Muhsin firmly.

Liza looked up at the father. " But it's so hard for me to accept another man, Dad. I don't want to re-establish a marriage relationship with another man while my heart loves Danu."

"It's up to you to say what, but I'm telling you that you've already made a match with Fariz. Whether or not to accept this match, you will still marry him! I'm patient with your attitude. No woman spends her life loving a man who is no longer in this world!"

The pain was so piercing in his heart that he heard Muhsin's words. How can you have a marriage without love in it.