Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 72

“The only reason that brought Brother home .. is you.” Suddenly, his words sounded serious making Maula put her ears in earnest. “Listen carefully. Brother will tell you the truth.”

“When are you ready to get married?” khayru asked as she looked at Maula who was looking down.

The question made Maula return Khayru's gaze while frowning. “Married again?”

“Abang doesn't want to waste much time anymore. That's my goal to go home to Jakarta.”

“Means?” Maula wanted a more understandable explanation.

“Abang wants to marry you again. Because Abang knows, no one can replace Abang in your heart.”

Her face became very red.

How does he know my true feelings. My brother always talks like he's pitying me, not because he loves me. It's mortifying.

“I want to go home now.” Maula got up from her seat.

“OK. Think carefully about this brother's proposal, because you can't wait long to ask Dad to come to Jakarta.”

What kind of application is this?

Finished cleaning, Maula came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe complete with a small towel that covered her head. She stood in front of the mirror and sat down in front of the dresser, rubbing the liquid on her face. While the palm gently patted his cheek, the corner of the eye accidentally caught the form of a paper bag bearing the name of the bookstore - MARIBAYA - which he placed on the study table when he came home earlier. He moved closer while slowly opening it.

“These books are the ones you want to read?” khayru said shortly after Maula got out of her car.

The sound of a car remote is heard, a sign that the door of Maula's car can be opened. However, before pulling the handle he turned towards Khayru who was holding out a paper bag. “You can be anything you want.”

“What?!” Maula looked at the package and then looked in wonder at Khayru who continued to code so that Maula received his gift.

“You've said you want to be like Dian Pelangi, Ghea Panggabean, Rinda Hartanto .. same ...” Khayru tried to remember Maula's words in the past.

“Aneu Avantie!” answer Maula quickly. He immediately took the parcel out of Khayru's hand without opening it.

“You can make a career like them, take college in the majors you are interested in.”

Their last conversation before returning to their respective places.

*Taking the Double Degree program? What is true*? *He thinks, what is my IQ*?

Maula put the books back in place, then moved towards the door because suddenly there was a knock and a subtle call from out there.

“Dek, can Brother come in?” Katia's face seemed to be in a state of anxiety.

“Ya can, dong, Kak.” While pulling Katia's hand and asking her to sit where she likes. However, there seems to be no comfortable seat for Katia at this time. He kept moving from one place to another. From the end of the bed, she turned to the sofa and went to the dresser looking at her own face in front of the mirror.

“Why, anyway, Brother? My room is uncomfortable, huh?” maula asked as she opened the towel from her head and began to dry her hair with a *hairdryer* that was connected to the power plug.

“Dek, for your experience on marriage, dong?” Finally the sentence escaped his lips. He was still speechless staring at the mirror waiting for a response from Maula who did not respond because her ears were filled with the sound of a hair dryer.

“Dek! Sister again ask you.” This time while turning her head so that the movement of her lips was clearly visible that she was talking towards Maula.

“What, Brother?!” The mother screamed a little.

Katia is forced to pull the cable from the power plug to stop the disturbing sound, until Maula realizes Katia wants to be heard.

“This must be your old habit. Usually you are not as cute as this sister.” While dropping his body weight on the sofa.

Maula immediately approached while hugging Katia. “Sorry, sorry ...” He seduced and slightly paled and then he hit his own head. *Be the old me*?

“Here he is, Brother! It's because of him!” pointing in any direction.

“Who is he?” Katia knitted her two eyebrows.

“D-day ...”

Katia smiled at Maula's recently cheerful face. The happiness that emanated from his heart, not the happiness that he engineered as usual.

“Akh .. stop. Try repeating Kaka's words earlier. I count to two if I don't say I turn again *hairdyer*nya.” To avoid a full glance from Katia.

“One ...” He started counting.

“You don't see what your sister's face is confused like?”

“Bingung why, anyway?” Maula pulled Katia's shoulder with both of her hands coiled.

“Second sister to marry Aldi.” He had not dared to look at Maula's face. “How do you think?” katia said while looking down.

Later that afternoon, Aldi made his point to propose to Katia in person. Although this marriage may not have been based on love between them, but their goals are very good considering the age of both is more than enough and the work that demands they are always together all this time.

Maula sighed. He was not so surprised to hear Katia and Aldi were getting married because they had given signs even though the night was just a joke, but Maula's current feelings changed after she met Risa this afternoon. He who should be happy and congratulate suddenly wants to give an *warning*.

“Sister is not interested in Mr. Aldi's proposal, initially. Besides maybe there is no love between us, sister also has not thought to get married quickly.”

“But .. the existence of Nursyam, the more unsettling the day. Brother has no other way but to marry sir Aldi.”

“Nursyam who often come to our house it?”

“He didn't just come to the house and to work, even earlier during our lunch, he could show up all of a sudden. Not to mention, his words were really unpleasant to hear.” Katia had completely lost her sense of patience towards Nursyam.

“You sure you want to marry a girl like Katia?” nursyam said to Aldi who repeatedly admitted Katia as his future wife. “You better find out who he really is.”

Katia could only clench her palms while biting her lips as Nursyam passed after saying those words. After Aldi patted her on the shoulder, Katia sat down while taking a rough breath.

“I told you, we're married.”

Aldi simply*to the point* conveys his point because that is what he wants to talk about today. “I've talked about this with Khayru, she agrees. And if you accept it, I'll tell my Papa as soon as possible.”

“Pak Aldi did not hear Nursyam's words earlier?! Mr. Aldi must first investigate who I really am if he wants to marry me.”

“I know you well enough as a good friend to protect. Let's just say it's a favor from a friend because I'll always be there to take care of you even if we can't love each other.”

“When you want to share a story, there are my ears ready to listen. When you are tired of wanting to lean, there is this sturdy and sturdy shoulder of mine,” he said while hitting his own shoulder.

“You want to cry? There's my shirt to wipe your tears. How's it? It's an interesting offer, isn't it?”

His words were quite comforting, until Katia's face that looked down had reddened when she brushed a smile while hiding her face.

“Then, with what should I pay the kindness of Mr Aldi, later?”

Aldi shook his head while commenting on the smile on his lips. “Who said I asked for payment?” while pretending to be upset.

“Slight debt to Nursyam has made me lose my quiet life. How can I make a new debt to Aldi.” sir

“If you feel like a debt, then smile in front of me every day, after that your debt paid off.”

“Easy then?”

“Yes, Katia ...” Aldi rolled his eyeballs while sighing. “As far as you want to pay for what, for sure I will not ask for any payment.”

*How stupid is Risa who has wasted a man as good as Aldi*. Katia looked at Aldi's face with a hint of admiration that began to appear in her heart.

“Oke.” Katia nodded confidently.

“Oke for what? Meaning agree to marry?” ask Aldi because Katia said *ambigu*.

Katia nodded back.

“Well, that's dong.” Finally, Aldi can breathe a sigh of relief even though at first not sure it will be as easy as expressing his good intentions. “After this, tell me when can come to the same house my Papa?”

“I talked to Maula first, yes, mr Aldi.”

Suddenly Aldi flicked his earlobe while hissing. “Sssh .. can you find a better call? Other than 'sir' there, gak?” jest.

“That's really good, call sir. Already familiar on my lips,” joked Katia, making Aldi move from his seat with a wry face.

“Eh! Where is Aldi going, sir? Heyy Mas Aldi! Wait, Mas. Hahaha .. Why, angry? I call you dear, don't you?” While chasing Aldi from behind.

Just before going to bed, my phone rang. Incoming call, but number not recognized.

Who'sisthis? While sliding the green button on the screen of his phone.

“Assalamualaikum, si-”

“Waalaikum greetings. My dear future wife, you said what was the same Aldi, hmm?” sahut fast.

Because, shortly after Katia came out of Maula's room, she immediately contacted Aldi related to her wedding plans that made Maula a little hesitant. Maula's fear that is always excessive if it is related to a marriage, makes her say things beyond reason. Khayru worries that Maula will also affect Katia's mind so she changes her mind regarding her decision to marry Aldi.

“Please, yes, dear. Don't poison your brother's mind with your too narrow a point of view. Let them marry. They are both adults. Let them make their own decisions. I am sure they will live happily. Let's pray for them together-”

“Wait! Waitaminute! What the fuck, here?” sela Maula when Khayru spoke at length without the slightest pause.

“First, I asked, who did you call dear just now? Make sure the call is not for me.”

“Second, don't call me a future wife because I haven't received your proposal. And it seems, I will not accept the application of the brother until anytime.”

“Three, before accusing me of poisoning Kak Tia's mind, make sure first Om Aldi speaks the truth.”

“Fourth, my point of view is indeed narrow. Therefore, do not think to marry me again because you will regret for a lifetime.”

Tut!

Not for a second, the phone was closed unilaterally.

To Be Continued ....