Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 80

“Dad, where else is the boy?” whispered Khayru to Mr. Omar, after again Maula was not seen next to Umi Khadijah.

“Maybe to the restroom again,” the answer is both whispering. “Maybe he's a little nervous. Let me finish this conversation. No need to wait for Maula.”

Khayru nodded in agreement. And after they both stopped the chatter of his bases, at that time also Mr. Omar began to convey the intention of the arrival today. Slowly but surely, every speech is so neatly arranged and immediately understandable by Mr. Kiai.

“Dad, just specify the date of the wedding so as not to waste a lot more time.” Khayru whispered to her father.

“Wait For Maula first. Let him choose his time.”

Khayru nodded and returned with her original sitting position, but she suddenly whispered again. “Dad, but Old maula. At most he would sit for a while, continuing to go again to the restroom. When did he say it?”

“Don't you change your mind, Ru? He really wants to marry you or not, anyway? Try to see maybe he ran away,” joked master Omar while bending his head inside, only to make his son's face turn shrill.

“Ayaaahhh ..” Khayru grunted softly. Unknowingly, Omar laughed to the attention of Kiai and Umi, turned to them and asked what had made them laugh.

“It's okay Mr. Kiai, this is my son said, the wedding will be held in this month as well. What do you think of Mr Kiai?” He still chuckles a little at his misbehaving son. “But, I agree marriage is accelerated, because my time in Jakarta is not much.”

Before long, Maula sat back in the living room. He had not said anything since coming to this house, as the time was up to go back and forth to the restroom.

“Why are you, baby? Stomach pain?” asked Umi Khadijah while rubbing his arm. Maula only grimaced as she shook her head, but Umi Khadijah still looked at her with worry.

“Truly gapapa, Umi.” He continued whispering in Umi Khadijah's ear to tell her that he was only coming by the moon, and that made her less comfortable at this time. Umi Khadijah also nodded in understanding.

“However, Son. Do you have other plans or do you want to follow the plans we agreed?” ask Mr. Kiai suddenly. “At the very least, you've steadily decided to remarry Nak Iru?”

“I'm coming.” While mangosteen. “Whatever Brother's plan, Daddy's the same sir Kiai.” He chose manut instead of having to think again, after all, the goal remains the same: to marry Khayru.

Shortly after, the chat about marriage was considered enough and continued to discuss other things until it did not feel the time continued to gradually, they decided to go home because many things must be prepared from now on.

“From now it was just yes, yes, yes. Nodding to agree. By the way... already know yet? How long do we have?” asked Khayru while glancing towards Maula while driving.

“Not been discussed exact date, Bang?”

“Udah discussed thoroughly, really. That's why we can go home. Find the right person to take care of everything. Tomorrow we hand over the documents to KUA, do not say not ready because we have a marriage contract for two weeks, sit in the guarantee, Honeymoon directly. Yes, no, Dad?” His eyes glanced at Mr. Omar sitting beside him.

“What? That fast?!” Maula's eyes were wide.

Mr. Omar nodded in agreement as he raised his sagging glasses. “Sorry, because I only have three weeks in Jakarta. So it should be fast motion.”

“Still be able to protest to Dad if you do not agree,” Khayru bargained while glancing at her father to avoid Maula's gaze.

“B - Not disagree. It's just that this time I want to have a dream wedding like people. Not an undisclosed marriage rich first,” he said shyly and a little bit.

“Make it as perfect as possible. As you wish. Invite everyone so that no one does not know the historic day it-”

Before Mr. Omar finished his remarks, Maula was already busy sliding the phone screen. He contacted some of his acquaintances and friends to help with the event he wanted to make perfect in such a short time.

“Nik! Still want, no, when we came to the wedding reception Kak Raline?” tanyanya.

“Inget, dong. My older cousin Joshua Andrew Ng, a young Singaporean tycoon, has a property business. The landlord who had a personal fortune almost reached U$S 10 Billion. Why emang?”

Maula only remembered that time the three of them were amazed by the excitement of Nikita's cousin's wedding party. It is truly the definition of the perfect marriage that all girls dream of this year, including Maula.

With a little impatience, Maula asked for some information that could be contacted about the best WO services that played a role in Raline's marriage . Nikita thought this was for the sake of the marriage of Katia and Aldi which had been planned since the night of the proposal.

“When is the show, La? I help wondering later”

“Two Weeks again, Nik, help, yes.”

“What! Two Weeks? No no no. We recommend finding another EO, La,” advises Nikita while shaking her head.

“Why, anyway? That's very. Asked also not.”

“Maclum, for that eO sebonafide, planning the next 10 months already stuck. So, yes, one year's time is the right size if you want to use the services of EO.”

Finally, Maula hung up the phone in disappointment, after Nikita explained that to hold her dream wedding, Raline alone took 12 months to prepare everything.

“Crazy, one year! Mending looking for others, there are many, kok,” murmured while scrolling the contact list on the phone screen, still in order to find the best EO information.

“You want to find what WO is, anyway, Dek? Let's see you later looking.”

So busy, Maula ignored Khayru's question. She contacted one by one friends and acquaintances who could help her, for the sake of a marriage that would make her a princess in a day.

Khayru and her father just slicked their shoulders after looking at each other. Mr. Omar told his son while whispering not to hinder Maula's desire so that the girl did not regret her marriage later.

Some days take care of the preparation itself directly, in order to get the results that are in accordance with his wishes, making the health of the Maula suddenly drop. Khayru had regretted having accelerated time, making Maula work too hard. She was shocked as she watched Maula pass out in front of her, shortly after getting out of the car, after fitting clothes in her subscription boutique.

Until Maula regained consciousness, Khayru was still with her. Wanted to scold the girl, but her heart melted when she saw her waking up in tears.

“You managed to make your brother the worst husband candidate in the world,” his mouthpiece, when Maula opened her eyes.

“Did I just fall asleep?” tanyanya while waking up slowly.

“You don't have to interfere anymore. Let brother take care of everything.” He put a warm sweet tea in his mouth.

“Abang will realize the perfect wedding like your dream. There will even be Aldi, Katia, Rere, Nikita, Dandi and many more people helping. I'm sure the result will be perfect.”

“It seems, I'm demanding too much, and as it turns out, I don't need that perfect wedding anymore, Bang.” While dropping some clear details from the corner of his eye.

“Kini.. I just want a wedding that Mama attended with Papa. No need to be festive, the important thing is I feel their presence, like a few minutes ago, they appeared in my dreams.” The sobs made his shoulders tremble.

“Papa's warm hand, touching my cheek and Mama's kiss landed on my forehead. They smiled,” he said as he looked at Khayru. Wanted to show that his dream was really like real. “I caught a lot of messages that they only revealed with a smile and a gentle gaze.”

Khayru grabbed two pieces of tissue to wipe Maula's tears, then rubbed her shoulders until she calmed down. “Not her, Mama and Papa always live in our hearts? They must be present to give their blessing. We just need to mention their names in prayer.”

“Enough rest, otherwise our dream wedding will not be perfect,” he said while forcing Maula to lie down and cover half her body with a blanket. “Let's bring food and medicine.”

As he rushed to get up, Khayru realized behind him that Katia and Aldi had entered secretly because the door was open.

“Determination to take care of marriage without asking for our help,” muttered Aldi while holding hands.

“Shuutt .. we talk below only.” Khayru pushed Aldi's body from Maula's room so as not to disturb his rest. After closing the door, they went back to discussing marriage.

“Gue also just nganter-nganter him doang. Not sure if the child sampe kecapean like this.”

“We like to have a marriage competition. If not, this is rich want mass marriage.” Aldi chuckles.

“Yes, how are you doing again? Because there are only two options, namely, fast marriage or marriage in Morocco so that the father can attend.”

Eventually, Katia asks Aldi to resign her wedding plans because she wants to take care of Maula's wedding first. For Katia, the moment of Maula and Khayru's return was the thing she had been waiting for a long time. It's impossible if he doesn't intervene to help. He also believes that Rere and Nikita will do the same.

And sure enough, after Rere and Nikita learned of the news, they immediately came to offer the best help with her nagging style of making out.

“Funny. This is not funny.” Rere came to Maula's room with Nikita, shook his head and sat on his bed. “Do not cake difficult people, gini dong, La. Time want to take care of marriage itself ampe sick, anyway? Don't be stingy, deh. Take your money to pay me, and everything will be fine,” joked Rere as he glanced.

“Sick? Who is sick? I'm just a little tired. If again come the month emang body likes lemes gini.” While trying to get up, sit face to face.

“Udah Sampe where are the preparations? Why don't you ask me for help?” nikita Timpal. “I don't know yes, if you ask EO it turns out to make your own wedding.”

Maula only shook her head in a grin because for these few days she had not gotten what she wanted. The few he contacted, still in the negotiation phase, had yet to reach an agreement.

“Not taken care of anything, just go to KUA, shirt fittings, list of invitation list, That's all, really. Anyway.. I've changed my mind, you guys don't overdo it.”

“Not managing anything, have been menggedrop, what if you managed to*handle* everything? Not to mention after the wedding later, must be ready to be done by the husband abis-out,” Rere chattering while mapping his hands and shuddering.

“Udahlah. Just rest anyway. Relax, let it relax. The bride-to-be only needs to maintain stamina to stay fit. Go to the salon for treatment, the photo is *happy-happy*,” Nikita timps while wrapping her index finger.

“You have to be married, so you know how it feels. Sure, must be panicking too, same cake me.”

“I?” Nikita pointed at her own face.

“Who are you?” Rere chuckled considering he had been busy with college, processing cafes, taking care of the needs of Atthar, his only puppet sister. Marriage is a last priority for him.

“His grandfather was just me, the youngest bride in the world. 9 Years old is a wife of someone. And at the age of 21, already married twice, O Allah, close my disgrace.”

“Dapet MURI record, La. Cool.”

They chuckled again, before the chatter continued with talk about the mysterious men who might be their soul mates. About Pram who has secretly managed the ownership of the cafe on behalf of Rere and returned some capital to the company, through Aldi. Or about Dandi and Nikita who recently became a little tenuous because Nikita began to change his views on the man and suddenly wanted to avoid him.

The To Be Continued....