My Love Springed Out of Compulsion

Distrusting

It has been three years Sahira established a relationship with Arfi, but it has not been seen Arfi's intention to propose Sahira. Though Sahira really expects Arfi quickly to propose, then invite him to marry.

If I'm married, I'll stay with my husband. Of course I will never listen to the talk of mother who is so spicy, inner Sahira in heart.

"Hi Ra. Not home?" airin said his close friend at the office.

"Oh yeah, wait a minute," Sahira replied as she tidied up the files on her desk.

Sahira always comes home with Airin. It just so happens that their house is close by.

Airin is married and has a child. He contracts a house close to Sahira's parents' house. So going to work and coming home from work is often always together.

Incidentally their home is also close to the shoe industry company where they work, so they go and get home from work just on foot.

"Ra. What is Ra?" airin asked as he walked out of the office.

"We are sitting under that tree yok, there is something I will tell you," Sahira replied as she pointed towards the tree.

They sat on a bench under a banyan tree.

"I want to confide in Rin a little" Sahira said as she sat on a bench under a banyan tree.

"Write it. I'm ready to hear it. Hopefully I can come up with a solution if needed" Airin replied with a smile.

"Look Rin. I've been with Arfi for three years. We are not young anymore either. If I asked when Arfi asked me, she just kept quiet there was no response. As my age grows older. I want to get married so I can stay with my husband. You know for yourself how my stepmother treated me. I can't stand living with my stepmother who always demands a lot, and the talking is always spicy. What do you think Rin, what should I do?" ask Sahira to Airin.

"You should be strict with Arfi. Tell him. If this year does not ask, we have broken up. I am getting older and more years. I want to quickly have a child. When will I wait for you? Just say it like that Ra." replied Airin giving the idea.

"If Arfi asks for tempo, what about Rin?" ask Sahira again.

"Yes, don't want to. If he asks for tempo, it means he is not serious. If he's not serious, he's not in love. Why is it that such a man is kept," replied Airin.

It turns out that what Airin said has a point, too. Why am I waiting for Arfi if Arfi himself has no intention to ask me. While my age is growing.

I'd better ask you again tomorrow. If he is not ready as well, I will say as Airin said just now, inner Sahira in heart.

The Next Day.

At the break at ten in the morning, Sahira finds Arfi in her study. It just so happens that Sahira and Arfi work at the same company. Arfi as supervisor, while Sahira treasurer in the company.

"Mas Arfi. There's something I'm going to say" Sahira told Arfi.

"About what Ra, mas so curious about this!" arfi to Sahira.

"It is.." replied Sahira as she passed away.

Home Work.

As soon as work hours are over, Sahira quickly waits for Arfi in the parking lot. Not long after, Arfi arrived at the parking lot.

"Mas.we go to a normal place huh," Sahira asked Arfi.

Arriving at the cafe where they used to meet, Sahira immediately looked for a seat in the corner so that their conversation would not be heard by others.

"What are you going to say Ra..," asked Arfi curiously.

"Look at mas.... I told you I've been dating for a long time. We are not young anymore either. Shouldn't we just have a wedding this year?" sahira said very carefully.

"Eh.... instead of mas do not want to marry you, but for now mas is still not ready loh Ra," replied Arfi with a little hesitation.

"Aren't you ready for what?" ask Sahira wonder.

"Mas has no savings. Motorcycles are also on credit. The gold is up to pay for my brother who went to college" replied Arfi.

"We started from zero. Allah will open the doors of sustenance for his people who will earnestly strive. I also did not demand a festive party, most importantly the kabulnya ijab," Sahira explained.

"Well if that's what you want. In the near future you and your family will come to your house to ask for the princess," replied Arfi with a smile.

Sahira was very happy to hear Arfi's reply. I will tell my father and mother, so that they prepare everything if the Arfi mas family will come to ask, inner Sahira in heart.

Arriving at home, Sahira immediately gave this happy news to her parents.

"About what date will the Arfi family come Ra?" ask her father Sahira.

"The date does not know well, but certainly in the near future" replied Sahira.

"We make a festive party, let me invite my friends," said Rangga's mother stepmother Sahira.

"We don't need a party. The important thing is the kabul. We have a simple party. We invite the close family. So the cost is not too big. So the rest of the money can be used to help buy Sahira's home equipment later," replied Sahira's father explained.

"Yes we ask for the money because it is somewhat multiplied, so we do not spend personal money for the purposes of the party later," said Bu Rangga again.

"We don't expect too much money because it's bun. We accept how much we are given. This is in line with Arfi's abilities. Do not force it to be so, because he is also exhausted to finance his sister college," said his father Sahira explained.

"If there's no money, why would he dare marry someone's child!" answer Rangga ketus.

"Not him there's no money, but he's not much money. So we make a party according to our abilities. Marrying is worship, following the sunah of the apostle. So not for money, marriage is off" his father Safira said again.

Finally, despite the heavy and forced feelings, Miss Rangga just kept quiet to hear the words of her husband.

Sahira who listened to her father's explanation only fell silent and was grateful.

It turned out that my father was very understanding of Arfi's financial condition. While his stepmother never wanted to understand, especially if it was talking about financial problems.

Thank you God, you gave me a wise and understanding father, Sahira in heart.

- Seriously

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