Marriage Without Love (Khanza Story)

Wedding Invitations

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Since learning of Farhan's abominable deeds, Abdullah and Salimah were devastated. Both were disappointed in Farhan, the only son they were proud of.

Ashamed of their neighbors and news-seekers, they locked themselves in their homes for three weeks. In fact, the two middle-aged were reluctant to visit Farhan in prison.

This morning, Ilham, Suci, Annisa, and Dhava visited Abdullah's house to greet him as well as deliver a wedding invitation.

After three greetings, Abdullah's door opened. Salimah stood behind the door.

Salimah allows her guests to enter the house and guide them to the living room.

"Please sit Ustadz, Nyai, Nak Annisa, and Nak ...."

"I'm Dhava, Nyai."

"Sir Dhava. Come, please sit down!" salimah invited his four guests to sit on the sofa.

"Where is Kyai Abdullah, Nyai?" tanya was slashed from the lips of Ilham after he landed his body weight on the sofa.

"He was in the room. Hold on, I'll call you, Ustadz." Springing, Salimah swung her legs towards the room to call her husband.

Without waiting for a long time, Salimah returned to the living room with Abdullah. The middle-aged woman brought a tray of snacks and six cups of warm tea to be served to her guests and husband.

Inspiration rose from a sitting position, followed by Suci, Annisa, and Dhava. They said their greetings while saluting Abdullah.

After returning to sit down, Ilham expressed the purpose and purpose of their arrival to Abdullah's house. Abdullah responded by putting on a sad face, because of his desire to make Annisa as a daughter-in-law. However, after learning of the son's most heinous deeds, Abdullah realized that Farhan was not a viable candidate for the priestess Annisa, a beautiful and pious woman.

"Thank you for inviting us to attend Nak Annisa and Nak Dhava's wedding. God willing, if there are no obstacles of any kind .. we will gladly attend." Abdullah paused for a moment. He sighed deeply to blow away the tightness that filled the taste niche, before returning to sound.

"Ustadz, Nyai, Nak Annisa, and Nak Dhava. We, as Farhan's parents, apologize for our son's actions. We had failed to educate Farhan, so he grew up to be a man of nobility. Honestly, I am so ashamed. I am ashamed because the son we are proud of has the heart to justify all means to achieve his wishes. Kidnapped Annisa Nak and intended to commit adultery. S-I'm really embarrassed. I am ashamed of God, Ustadz, Nyai, Nak Annisa, Nak Dhava, and all those who consider us. But in reality, our son violated it. I really don't understand why Farhan who used to be a pious .. camouflaged to be a man be-jat-" Abdullah's voice choked because of the increasingly royal tightness. The middle-aged man's body shook followed by a clear melt of water framing the face.

Inspiration to empathize with Abdullah. He understood very well what Abdullah and Salimah were feeling. Sad, embarrassed, disappointed, and angry, blend into one to make the two middle-aged were unable to hide the look of a sad face.

"Kyai, we've forgiven Nak Farhan's actions. Maybe Nak Farhan has a good reason why he can change. Better, Kyai and Nyai meet Nak Farhan to talk about his personal change from heart to heart while still controlling emotions" said Ilham sage.

Abdullah wiped away the trail of tears that framed the face. Then he replied to the words that came from the lips of Inspiration. "Thank you, Ustadz. We'll be seeing Farhan soon. I think it would be good if we knew the cause of our son's personal change. Perhaps, I was too hard educating Farhan when he was a child. Thus, he was depressed and resulted in his current personal change."

"Yes, drink the warm tea first, Ustadz, Nyai, Nak Annisa, Nak Dhava! It will be cold." Salimah interrupted the conversation by allowing her guests to enjoy the freshness of warm tea.

"Thank you Nyai," said the Holy One as he grabbed a cup of warm tea, followed by Ilham, Annisa, and Dhava.

The time machine points to the number eleven noon. Ilham, Suci, Annisa, and Dhava moved from a sitting position and intended to say goodbye to the host.

Abdullah and Salimah moved from their seats. The two middle-aged men led their four guests to the doorstep while giving a brief hug. Salimah embraced Suci and Annisa in turn. Abdullah. He embraced Ilham and Dhava.

Today Dylan deliberately did not leave for the cafe. He and Dara want to spend time together by walking in Malioboro. Like they did when they were teenagers. Precisely, when they sit on the High School bench.

After tired of walking, the two men sat on a long bench while enjoying vanilla ice cream and Samijaya lompia.

"Bang Dylan ...."

"Yes dear."

"Bang Dylan remembers that? In the past, every Saturday, we often hang out in Malioboro. At that time, we were like lovers who were dating. But, after Bang Dylan got close to Milea, Brother never asked me to hang out again. Honestly, I'm so sad Bang. I feel like I've lost a wonderful moment with you" said Dara.

"Yes, Brother remembered. Forgive Brother, Darling. Now, honey, there's no need to be sad anymore. Because, Brother already belongs to the whole darling. We'll always pass through the good times together, without any other Milea." Dylan grabbed Dara by the shoulder and showered her beautiful face with a kiss.

"Bang ...."

"Help ...."

"Later, we'll stop by the baby shop, yeah! Dara wants to buy supplies for both of our future children."

"Alright, Honey. What the hell is not doing, dear. Just-" Dylan hung up his words.

"Origin' what Bang?" tanya the embossed with the link of both the base of the eyebrows.

"Originally, don't forget the rations tonight!"

"Ishhh, the brother." Dara's lips chipped. She gave a fond pinch on her husband's thigh.

Instead of whimpering, Dylan laughed and instead landed a pinch on Dara's cheek.

"Dylan-" There was a soft voice calling out Dylan's name. Instantly, the pair of lovers who were chatting rotated their heads towards the source of the sound.

"You-" Netra Dylan and Dara smashed as their net view captured a very familiar object ....

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