Marriage Without Love (Khanza Story)

Duh Deck

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Dylan commented a smile and rubbed Dara's headscarf. Then he said, "Ra, after performing Istikharah prayer last night, I am sure that you are the best wife-to-be God willing to me. By Allah I do not feel compelled. I promise I will no longer expect love from Milea. Trust me, Ra! You are not my escape of love. But you are the angel that God sent to open the eyes of my heart. I realized that I had been blinded by love. I'm blind to loving a woman who shouldn't be loved."

Dara's heart warmed when she heard the beautiful words from the lips of the man. He hugged Dylan to express happiness. But that is not possible, because they have not become a halal partner ....

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Abimana and Kirana breathe a sigh of relief after being informed by Johan that their youngest son and Dara are doing well. Both are on their way to the city.

Johan and his three men, Jeffry, Sammy, and Alvin escort Dylan and Dara home without their knowledge.

The happy sparkle is clearly painted on the faces of Abimana and Kirana when the two people who are waiting for have arrived safely and nothing less.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Father, Mother." Dylan said his greetings and kissed the backs of his parents' hands in turn.

"Wa'alaikumsalam Dylan dear," replied the two middle-aged men compactly. The three hugged each other, spilling a sense that had tortured all night.

After breaking into a hug, Kirana reviews the smile and turns to hug Dara, the girl she hopes to become a daughter-in-law. The two women of different generations were hugging each other along with the condensing netra.

"Let's go in! His kangeen continued inside," Abimana's decree interrupted.

Instantly Kirana and Dara broke down a hug. Then follow in the footsteps of the two men who first swung their legs.

Abimana landed her weight on the sofa in the living room followed by Kirana, Dylan, and Dara.

"Dylan, Dara, what exactly happened to you? Why, last night you didn't tell Daddy and Mommy? As long as you know, we're very worried. To the extent that we can't sleep quietly" Abimana began the conversation.

"Dad, Mother, Dylan please .. forgive us both. We've been trying to contact Father and Mother. But, unfortunately, there was no signal. Then we decided to spend the night at the house of a couple. They ... pak Hadi and bu Sari. Both send greetings to Daddy and Mommy" said Dylan, replying to his father.

"There's nothing to forgive, Lan. Most importantly, you arrived home safe and nothing less. Give a reply from Father and Mother to Mr. Hadi and his wife. Please also thank them both!" Kirana opened her voice, chimed in on the conversation.

"God willing, Bund, Dylan will tell Mr. Hadi and Bu Sari when we visit their homes, all ...." Dylan hung up his words while glancing at the girl sitting next to him.

"What are you Lan?" Kirana uttered a tanya accompanied by the two eyebrows that intertwined.

"Sekalian ... delivered our wedding invitation," he replied with a mantab.

Abimana and Kirana gasped at the answer given by their son. As if, the two of them did not believe the words caught by the sense of hearing. As for Dara, the girl bowed in embarrassment.

"God's Masya. Mother didn't hear wrong, did she?"

Dylan reviewed the smile and answered the question sentence written by the mother. "Of course not, Bund. I've made it my heart to marry Dara soon."

How happy Abimana and Kirana were when they heard the answer from Dylan's lips. Both of them pronounce hamdalah as a form of gratitude to God.

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"Mas, I want mangoes but those that are directly picked from the tree," Khanza whined while struggling spoiled in Rangga's lap.

"Alright, dear, later Rangga mas will tell Mr. Udin to pick mangoes, as many as you want."

"I want Mas Rangga who picked mangoes. Not Mr. Udin or anything else." Khanza put on a sad face so that Rangga complied with his request.

"But Yang - -"

"No buts! Point!"

"real point? No coma?"

"No. I don't want anyone in a coma anymore!" he brushed his lips.

Rangga grabbed his wife's pursed lips. Instead of refusing, Khanza retaliated against her husband's lip attack. The two lips meet, clenched together. Sipping the ranum that has always been opium.

After ending the lip service, Rangga and Khanza moved from their sitting position. Both of them took their bodies to the courtyard of the house overgrown with several mango trees. Incidentally, the trees had already started to bear fruit.

"Maas ...."

"Yes. What's up, honey?"

"Watch it up with a sarong!" pinta Khanza with puppy eyes.

"But, Yang--"

"Eitzzzz, I told you there's no 'but'."

"Alright, if it wants to love and our baby," said Rangga without enthusiasm. Then he went back to the room to get the scabbard.

Inevitably, like not liking, Rangga complied with the request of his pregnant wife.

After putting on the sarong, Rangga started climbing the mango tree. One by one the mangoes are picked for the lover of the heart.

"Mas, pick up twin mangoes!" khanza shouted while raising his face.

"Loh Nyah, pregnant women can not eat twins!" said Inah, the waiter who had only been sent by Kirana for a few days to serve the young pregnant princess.

"Who said, Bi?" Khanza turned his face towards the other person.

"Yes, said our great-grandmother."

"Don't you say great-grandfather?" Khanza chimed Inah's words with a successful babble that made the middle-aged woman laugh.

"Duhhh, Inah's stomach was cramping because of the question that Nyonyah asked," said Inah while holding her stomach that felt cramping.

"Haisssh the Aunt, I told you not to call. Call Khanza, okay!"

"Corn, Nyah. Ehhh ... Mr. Khanza."

"It's donk."

Their conversation was interrupted when they heard something falling from a tree.

BRUGGS

It turns out that when coming down from the tree, the sarong Rangga caught a branch. With great difficulty he tried to remove the scabbard that was stuck. But unfortunately, the ant colony attacked his hand. Until he fell too.

"Oh Allah, Mas Rangga." Khanza and Inah screech. Their gasps approached Rangga who was complaining while rubbing his back that felt pleasant pain.

"Duh Dek, for your sake .. I willingly fell from the mango tree. In fact, I had to give up my beloved scabbard to tear ...," he murmured inwardly.

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