Marrying Ustaz Ganteng

Episode 01's

"Ma! I don't want to wear a fancy dress, Mama's here!" a blonde girl shouted at her mother.

"Naira! This has been the decision of Mama with Papa! So, you don't want to have to!" strict mom Naira.

Naira Astika Sari is an 18-year-old girl. She has brown eyes, thick eyebrows, pliable eyelashes, a sharp nose, and thin lips and blonde hair that exceeds the length of the shoulders.

Not only that, he also had an unruly nature, and was extremely grumpy.

"But, Ma, that cute dress suits the mothers, not Naira, Ma."

"This is not for mothers, for you are also suitable. You'll be mothers, too, won't you?"

"Yes, Ma. But I'm still a teenager, still in high school. I don't want to wear that shirt!" timpal Naira won't lose.

"What if you're still a teenager?" ask mama Naira.

"Ck! My mom doesn't understand that, anyway." Naira clucked up against her mother who wanted her to wear a shar'i shirt. The dress was not good at all, he said. Knock the clothes of mothers, where maybe he wants to wear a clothes like that. Her mother is just there. Naira's still in High School, Ma. Do I have to look like a mother?

"You should wear this shirt! Mama has bought a lot for you!" press Mama on that one and only daughter. This middle-aged woman really wants Naira to wear Muslim clothes that she bought a few days ago. She desperately wants her daughter to be a better person and become a better Muslim. Not even bad behavior like this.

Naira's parents desperately want Naira to be a sholeha child. How happy they would be if they found a sholeha princess wearing Shar'i clothes and decorated with noble rights. Unfortunately, this still has to be delayed.

"Ma, does Naira have to wear this shirt to play with Naira's friends? Kan, no way, Ma," said Naira softly, so that his mother's heart melted.

"Mama did not tell you to wear this shirt to play, but for you to go to study njai in the mosque" said Mama Naira.

"Well! A njai? In mosque?" Naira was shocked by her mother's words just now.

"yes," answered Naira's mother nodding her head.

"Mama don't make it up, Ma. Naira doesn't want to!" timpal Naira with a high tone.

"What the fuck are you, Naira! Don't habitually yell at your parents, let alone your Mama!" naira's new papa snapped. The man heard the debate between his wife and son in the room.

"Pa, Naira doesn't want to pay, Pa. What else is in the mosque" Naira told her papa.

"It's Papa's decision, Naira. Papa doesn't like it when you argue!"

"Tap-"

"Now you're an adult, Naira! But your religious knowledge is still very superficial, what will you be? Your mother used to always manage you, so you are a child who is less educated now. Papa doesn't want to know! This is the number of times you have denied, this time Papa's wish can not be denied!" papa Naira was furious.

Yes, Naira was from childhood very spoiled by her mother, but that does not mean that her mother and father did not educate her, but that child is difficult to manage.

Whenever told to learn and do useful things, teach for example, Naira always denied. Finally, there is no other way for his parents than to force him to teach outside the house so that he really wants to learn.

"Come, Ma, just leave the kid!" take Herman to his wife-Marlin.

The two of them left Naira still glued to her room, the girl staring at the clothes located on the side of her bed, how annoying!

Instead of him having to hear the obscure ramblings from his Papa, he now went outside for a walk.

Today is Sunday, so Naira doesn't go to school. He intended to get out of this house to avoid his papa. Yes, it used to be like this. A bad habit!

Naira stepped into the closet to choose the clothes she was going to wear.

"Well! Where's my shirt going?" Naira searches for her clothes that she put in the closet, but she does not find them. In fact, there are various kinds of clothing, trousers, long clothes, veils and other Muslim clothing.

Where's the shirt and jeans that almost filled the closet? or clothes that are more trendy now.

Did her mother throw it away?

"Yes!" naira called her mother.

"Not that time either, Pa. Who knew Naira needed anything?" talk Marlin to her husband.

"You are this, Mah. Always have been Naira!" Herman read the paper again.

Marlin just breathed a rough look at this husband. He walked over to Naira who called out to him.

"What's up, Ra?" marlin asked when she arrived at Naira's room.

"Where are Naira's clothes, Ma?" naira asked and looked at her mother who was still standing at the door.

Marlin approached her purist, "This is all your clothes, Ra," Marlin said, pointing to the clothes in Naira's closet.

"Not this one, Ma. Naira's clothes that Naira often wears?" naira said with a face full of questions to her mother.

"It's in the barn!" timpal Marlin cut his throat and crossed his chest.

"What, Ma?!" Marlin simply raised both of his eyebrows in response to Naira's question.

"Why can it be in the barn?" Naira asked again.

"It was your father who told Mama to throw all your clothes in the warehouse. He said your clothes are less material, tight and do not close the aura at all!"

Hearing the name of her papa, Naira immediately let out a rough sigh. It is impossible if he should argue again. Her father might be angry.

"Keep, which shirt does Naira wear, Ma?" Naira glazed at her mother. "Naira must wear a robe for a walk with friends Naira ..," he continued.

"There are long dresses and trousers, Ra. You can wear that and one more .. You have to wear a hijab, yes!" said Marlin with a smile that was answered with Naira's lazy face.

"But, Ma. What would Naira's friends say if they saw Naira wearing that cake shirt. Naira is unusual, Ma," argued Naira who hopes her mother understands her situation now.

"Well, you heard people say too, Ra?"

"Ahh, Mama!" ketus Naira's.

"Ra, if you don't obey Papa, your car will be confiscated Papa, and your pocket money will be reduced!"

"What, Ma?!" naira said she couldn't believe it.

"Yes! Papa you never mess around, Ra. You remember that!" marlin warned.

Then it passed leaving Naira who was still smitten.

'Ck! Papa sucks!' naira in the Heart.

He stared at the clothes in the closet. He had to wear it for his daily clothes.

"Oh!" Naira rolled her eyes lazily.

When he wears that shirt that looks very scary in his opinion.

Long-sleeved shirt and covered part of his thigh, can be said to be half-mast, as well as long pants that are rather hot. Coupled with the hijab that he must wear as a burden on his head. Yes, the hijab is just a cloth that gives Naira a headache

Naira immediately came out of the room to reach the living room.

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TBC.