My Ottoman Girl

Prologues

My name is Bramantyo Hafizuddin Birendra. I'm 27 years old. Status is still single even though it is acute but I still feel at home to be single hehehe.

I am a very famous young businessman in this city. I have 4 branches of business that all I pioneered from Zero. Starting from the import export expedition business, market place business, culinary business and one more cosmetics business that is growing today.

I have a family that loves me, especially my father. He is the best father in my own version of the world. The nickname I feel is very appropriate in his stables because it is the father who makes me able to stand firm and successful.

My father is currently 55 years old and half a century old does not eliminate his blessed figure. My father's name is Candra Birendra. As the name implies, he is a leader who is very reluctant by all his subordinates. He has become the founder of the largest Coffee Company in Asia even now penetrated to the European continent. As well as Business Owners Export import Craft cowhide.

I was the first son of Mr. Candra and Ms. Zahira Hafsah a gentle and loving mother. My mother was a Midwife who deeply dedicated her life to community service. I have a younger sister named Umaizza Khadijah Birendra. Which I often call Izza.

My life is perfect and happy. With complete parents who are very supportive and loving to me and a submissive sister who loves me very much.

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But these few days my life has become restless because of a classic question from my father.

" Hafiz, you're 27 years old son. When are you getting married? " shot my father one night when we were with the family together for dinner. I sighed softly afraid of being heard by my father.

" As old as you used to be, I've been carrying you son" he said again

Mother looked at me lovingly and still demanded my answer,

I closed the spoon and fork on my empty plate. Then take the glass filled with water in front of me.

" Later after meeting a soul mate, I will soon marry father. Don't worry" I replied.

I feel like this question bothers me a lot. Because after all, my parents would have wanted their first son to marry before his sister.

" Do you want me to introduce you to my father's daughter? " ask my father again

My mother patted the back of my hand gently, I feel prestige with my father's help.

" No father, God willing Hafiz can get his own wife. Give Hafiz 1 year if after that Hafiz has not found a future wife, Hafiz is willing to be introduced to the daughter of the relationship father. "my answer is steady.

In my heart, I cursed my own mouth. Izza glanced at me with a smile

" Don't just talk to Mas, Proof to Dad that Mas can. Later to the first I know" her tease again.

I turned my body to face my little girl who had grown up. The dishes are beautiful just like my mother. His nose is a typical middle eastern derivative. Her hair was thick curls of shoulder-length but the hair had been covered with a dark blue hijab.

Izza did not feel like he was sitting in his final semester of college. My age distance with her is quite far adrift 6 years.

That's because when you want to conceive a second child you really program my age distance with my future sister so that I don't lose my mother's affection since childhood and her consideration if I'm a little big me better understand and take care of my sister.

"Indeed, Izza has married? " my tease is back. Izza pouted hearing my temptation. Her tiny hands immediately pinched my waist.

" Auuwww.pardon the sick deck! " pintu memelas. Both of my parents smiled at our jokes.

" If Izza wants to get married first, Mas please let the origin of Izzah's prospective husband bring dowry also for mas" I said jokingly.

" Ish.. yummy anyway Bu, Kok Mas who malakin Izza will be" Sahutnya pretended to be upset.

Father cleared his throat trying to break our jokes.

" It's good that Dad agrees to your request, son, the time starts now huh? Mother and Izza as witnesses. If you can't introduce your future wife to Dad. Then the consequence is matchmaking"

I nodded steadily.

O Allah help this servant of yours. Bring her (fool) closer if she's far away. And soon I will marry my (fool) if he is near.My prayers are in my heart and soon I am too. Even Izza's mother's father didn't hear my heart's prayer.

Dinner's over with my deal with Dad. The dining room has been cleaned by Bi Rohaya. She is my family's loyal servant. She and her husband Uncle Asep have served my parents since the newlyweds. They had 1 boy who was in school by my father.

Firdaus named their son who now sits on the bench of SMK 2nd grade. Dad loved Firdaus since childhood so Dad decided to go to school Firdaus until it was over.

And Firdaus isn't the kid that peanuts forget on his skin. Every morning after dawn he would wash our car. And after school he'll help Uncle Asep to guard the gates of our family.

Dad built a house for Bi Rohaya and Uncle Asep. right next to our house. The house has also been certified in the name of Uncle Asep as a form of gratitude for the loyalty of Uncle Asep family.

In addition to Bi Rohaya and Uncle Asep as the butler in this Mother House, there are 2 household assistants who are house keeping or cleaning. There's Nana and Atiyah. The two men also served our families for a long time. The two of them had been together because their families had died due to the Tsunami natural disaster and Mother had invited them to stay to help our family. They were also very happy and diligent.

The night crept late, I immediately laid my body in the room. Actually I have 1 private house that I'm building not far from my parents' house.

I deliberately built a house next to Dad's house there happened to be a vacant land that Dad had bought for investment and then gave him when I successfully completed my S2 education as a gift. And for the cost of construction and renovation is indeed from the results of my own efforts. My home and my parents' house I deliberately gave the connecting door to make it easier for us to communicate.

Because I feel as the eldest son is obliged to be responsible for my parents and sister later even though I have my own household.

And I also think about the feelings of my wife later if she lives 1 roof with in-laws maybe she is uncomfortable, clumsy or avoid conflicts in-laws and daughters-in-law that I often hear from some of my female employees. Yes, although I believe my mother was a gentle and loving woman,

But I really keep his feelings so that he remains comfortable in his own palace which was built with his father. Besides that I also aspire to make my wife the queen of the household in my own palace.

The construction of my house just started 6 months ago and the estimated completion of the contractor is approximately 10 months of work. So before my private house is finished I will still be living in this mother house. Maybe I'll take the house if I'm married.

My eyes went through these green messages one by one, and in my college alumni chat group had sent out reunion invitations. My eyes widened reading her. This crazy reunion will be held on my campus at Cairo University to commemorate the trail trip of our former college days.

Alumni from various countries will gather 4 months later and this is the opportunity for a new step this time in the task by the Emir of one of the committee from the neighboring country.

Emir was my best friend in college. He is a man of good personality. His spirit is always blazing high when students first. We have not met for 2 years. Just exchanging news through chat or video call. Hmm.. not 2 years. I remember only a year ago I met her when she was married to a girl sedujaan her. And now his wife is pregnant.

I tried to greet the Emir through the japri.

Me : Assalamualaikum Emir, how are you, Uncle?

Emir: Waalaikum greetings Mr. Cik, good news. How about bro with my planning for our reunion? Must be present for you bro!

Me: God willing, brother may there be no transverse aral. And how many people have confirmed his presence?

Emir: About 300 people who confirm in various faculties. But I hope all our class friends can attend all. Total number of 1000 alumni from various faculties.

Me : Hmm...Inshallah

Emir: You know, Aygul has confirmed to join . You lose if you don't join us at our reunion

DEG!!!

Ayguls

Ayguls

Ayguls

The rose of the month.

I gave her a nickname to the blue-eyed Turkish girl.

He once filled the deepest recesses of my heart and until now neatly stored I never opened after we separated..

suddenly the face of ayu typical of middle eastern Europe flashed in my eyes. His wistful, gloomy face began to attract my mind.

Emir : Hafiz I hope you can attend. Don't forget to call Zein. He is not included in the alumni group because we are different faculties.ungkin only in his faculty group has provided information.

I want to ask you about my Aygul. But my hands were numb to just type his name.

Why didn't he join our class group? I can walk on his status I thought kepo.

Emir : Hafiz. Do you still remember your Rose?

Me: I don't remember her anymore, man

But the Emir seemed not to believe my writing he replied

Emir: Oh what a pity, my friend. Though Aygul still remembers you so much that he even sent a message to me he still asks youuu

I sent a picture of 🤣😉 emoticons in my answer.

And also responded with emoticons by the Emir

🤩🥰😋

I don't want to admit my longing for that blue-eyed girl. I really miss her in my pain.

Emir: Try to come, my friend. Otherwise you'll regret it. Your life age !

Me : God willing Emir may there be no transverse aral!

I then ended my conversation with the Emir because I wanted to enjoy Aygul's face in my memories that I had kept tight.

Aygul I how are you, baby.

Bramantyo Hafizuddin Birendra (Illustration yes reader)

Umaizzah Khadijah Birendra (Hafiz's cute sister)

Aygul dilara burcu