My Fans A Ustadz

10. Strange man

I was getting upset reading a message from one of the readers in my novel. I felt that man had gone mad because he still insisted on marrying me. While I've never shown my photo on my profile and let alone the man. That person's account name alone 'Candidate's Body.'

I'm crazy for people who don't have names. I also asked for the man's WhatsApp number. After the man gave, I called to warn the man.

"Hal-waalaikumsalam" I said when I heard the voice of a man across the phone. So upset to the man that he forgot to say hello.

"What's wrong?"

I clucked hearing the man's voice sound flat.

"Are you crazy? Don't you know how I am? what if I'm ugly?" leaning in with a question made me regret that the person only answered one sentence.

"Want to marry me?"

Not her answer, just behind the question and what is the question?

"You sane? Are you sure you want to marry me?" I'm still talking over the phone to a man I still don't know his name.

"Yes." Yeah."

I took a deep breath so that my heart would feel at ease as a result of the man. I massaged the temple because I was dizzy thinking about this strange person who was already bothering her.

"I'm a widow, I can't have children, and I love spending money. Still want to marry me?" I hope, the strange man canceled his intention because honestly, I am not ready to marry again.

"Yes. I still want to marry you."

I exhaled a rough breath. I really want to nag that guy. But, urung.

"If you really want to marry me, come to my house and apply for me properly. I'll send you an address in the chat."

I wonder how brave he is. Let me just say arrogant woman.

I swallowed the saliva hearing the man's question. The thought of where the man came home and it turned out to be grandparent, fat, ugly, or something else made me shudder.

"Yes" I answered briefly and very slowly.

Maddened.

This is totally insane.

"Yes, assalamualaikum."

I hung up the phone because I was suddenly afraid that the man would actually respond.

"Mr Lala, why?" tanya Nining surprised me. Nining was the cousin of the late Arman and only he was close to me.

I just shook my head. I was confused where to start. For I fear that when I speak of my heartbreak I will reach my mother-in-law.

"May not be afraid. I won't tell Bude Sarifah. It is natural that no one approaches, nor will the widow be clean. My husband left because he died. Not another," explained Nining and I just kept quiet because it justifies his speech.

I let out a long sigh convincing my heart to believe and tell me about the strange man's problem. I told her with annoyance and Nining's reaction made me even more annoyed.

Nining laughed even fantasized when the man was old and his stomach was distended.

"Stop mopping mbak, Ning. Ma'am is also upset and nyesel also talk so with him."

"Aarrggh... Baba dizzy. What if he's calling me a mother?"

"Already, madam. Tomorrow just think about it, now let's go to the village hall. Invited to the MTQ event."

I nodded then changed clothes first wearing a robe and the hijab covered the chest. Before leaving the room, I sent my home address to the strange man.