Marriage Without Love (Khanza Story)

Dylan's Admiration

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"Lan, I think I'm right, right? You accepted our match out of desperation. In the depths of your deepest heart .. you still expect Milea. Better, clear your mind first. Treat your heart with dhikr and read the chants of love. Do not rush to make a decision that might later make you regret before asking for His guidance by performing the prayer istikharah ...."

Silent

No word from Dylan. In the depths of her heart, she confirmed all the words spoken from Dara's lips. Indeed, Dylan wanted to accept his betrothal to Dara, for he had given up hope. The love story that he had dreamed would be strung beautifully with Milea, has now disappeared because the woman chose Jordan as a companion to life.

JEGLERS

The sound of thunder was ear-splitting. Awakening the soul that was originally dissolved in daydreams.

Without saying a word, Dylan pulled Dara's hand and led the girl to the car.

"Lan, it looks like there will be a rainstorm" Dara said breaking the silence.

"Don't say that, if the rain is really a storm .. tonight we can't go home you know," he said while still focusing on playing the steering wheel of the car.

"Yes sich. I hope the words I just said don't happen."

"Aamiin's."

"Leon ...."

"Hmmm ...."

"Have you contacted your father and mother yet? Fear, they ... worry."

"No, Ra. Nich, you're the one who called dad and mom!" tell Dylan while throwing his favorite flat object into Dara's lap.

Dara turned her back to a smile and immediately shifted the screen of the flat object that had moved in her hand.

A disappointed look on Dara's face when she failed to contact Dylan's parents because there was no signal at all.

"Lan, there's no signal. How's donk?"

"Sich time?"

"Truly, Lan."

"Duhhh how is it? Surely father and mother will think things out about us," said Dylan worried.

Dylan stopped his car as he looked at the traffic jam ahead. Some cars and motorcycles stopped, some even turned around. After lowering the windshield, Dylan asked one of the motorcyclists about the cause of the traffic jam.

Dylan and Dara breathed a rough sigh when they found out the cause of the traffic jam. It turned out to be a landslide, so that road access to the city was closed. Inevitably, they had to spend the night at that place.

"Lan, how's this? We spent the night in the car."

"Well, Ra. Access to the road is closed."

"There's no alternative, 'Is there?"

Dylan shook his head faintly. "Nothing, Ra."

"Well, how's donk?"

"Mmmm ... How about we stay at the house of one of the residents? The next morning, we continue the journey," suggested Dylan.

"Your idea isn't so bad, Lan. Cusss dech, we're looking for a house not far from this place" he said, agreeing to Dylan's proposal.

....

"Assalamu'alaikum." Dylan knocked on the door and said hello. But, baby, there is no truth.

Dylan did not give up. After three greetings, a voice sounded from inside the house accompanied by an open door.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Sorry, ananda who?" ask the host.

"I'm Dylan and this girl who's with me ... Dara, Sir. Earlier we apologized for interrupting Father's rest" Dylan said politely.

"Ahhh, it's okay, son. Oya, introduce the name of the father ... Hadith. And the father's wife was named Sari. Actually, what do you think the two of you need to come to our club?"

"Actually we intended to ask permission to spend the night at Father's house. Access road to the city is trapped in a landslide. So tonight we can't go home, sir."

Hadi mangosteen while rubbing his beard that is not too long.

After a moment of thought, Hadi invited Dylan and Dara to enter the house and allowed them to spend the night in his cave.

Before escorting his two guests to the room, Hadi introduced Dylan and Dara to his wife, Sari.

Sari was very happy because their house had an uninvited guest. When she saw Dara's face, Sari remembered her daughter's late one-year-old death. Princess Sari, Nilam, died after falling into a ravine while fleeing from the pursuit of a young man who wanted to take away his honor. The tragic death of her daughter, changed the nature of Sari who was originally supple and cheerful, became a woman who did not talk much and often daydream. Sometimes she cries for no reason. With patience, Hadi always tried to strengthen and comfort his wife. Although in reality, Hadi's soul was fragile. He poured his sorrow and sorrow on Robbi when many pairs of eyes closed and lulled in dreams.

"Son, can you hug me?" tanya who was released after Sari told the story of Nilam to Dylan and Dara.

Dara nodded and commented a smile. He allowed Sari to hug his body.

Dylan and Hadi felt a sense of novelty as the two women of different generations hugged each other accompanied by a clear circle that framed the face.

"Nilam, my son." Sari cried terggugu. The middle-aged woman hugged Dara tightly, as if she was embracing the body of Nilam, her dead daughter.

Dara also felt the sorrow of the middle-aged woman who was hugging him. He rubbed Sari's back with an up and down movement while giving peace.

After Sari's crying subsided, Dara stretched out a hug. He looked at the face moistened by tears of grief and wiped it with fingers.

"Mom, who is patient and sincere. God willing, Mother's daughter is already in the most beautiful place. Dara is willing to replace Mother's daughter, although in fact there is nothing that can replace the presence of late mbak Nilam. Promise Dara, no more tears of sorrow" said Dara sincerely.

A smile rises adorning the face of Sari when she heard the words spoken from Dara's lips. The girl's words were like an oasis in the middle of the arid life. It cools the soul like dew dripping in the morning.

"Thanks Son. Thanks. I promise there will be no more tears."

The two women hugged again shed the happiness that was being created.

Dylan's heart warmed as he watched the scene unfold before him. He is greatly amazed at Dara, the friend he threw away just to pursue the love of Milea, the woman he does not deserve to love.

In his mind, Dylan promised, will crush his love for Milea, and open his heart to the girl of his parents' choice, Dara Larasati.

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Mon sorry, new part Dylan - Dara. The same miss to uwwuan Rangga - Khanza please be patient 😅

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