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Aria walked down the stairs, looking at the two people sitting in the luxurious living room of the Aria family. A man who was close to 60 years old, and a hijab-wearing girl who had since bowed her face. Najwa Khairunisa, daughter of Heru Subagya, Al Azhar Egypt graduate. Who will not be inferior to the title won by Nisa. Including Aria. For her, Nisa is too perfect for her who is nothing in religious science.

Therefore from the beginning Aria decided to withdraw from this matchmaking. Aria argues that Nisa should get a man who is equal to the girl, in terms of religious knowledge, Aria means. But Nisa doesn't seem to have a problem with that. Can't they learn together. That's Nisa's opinion.

Both are indeed betrothed, but Aria's father also advised, if Heru should not force the will. Their soul mate can plan, but God determines. It was before Aria's father died, but it seems that after Aria's father died, Heru no longer paid attention to it.

According to Aria herself, she is less worthy of a pious Nisa who is unequaled. Especially about work, Aria's lingerie production business, making the man think that it is not suitable for Nisa. He.he.Aria factory produces BH and celaana dalamm which are exported abroad. So do not be surprised if the two objects are the sights of Aria every day.

As Aria said her greeting, the two men spontaneously replied. With Nisa coming back to lower her face after staring at Aria for some time. "How's Om doing?" Aria tried to feel stale. Usually in situations like this, there will be the action of the mother. He sat quietly listening, but now. He himself must welcome Heru.

Small talk was sliding, with Nisa who occasionally chimed in. The girl looked at Aria several times. The man who had long inhabited his heart. Really, Nisa can't resist the charm of an Aria. Until Heru began to open the main topic. "Look Aria, it's about your matchmaking. Uncle, it's time to make it happen. You are both adults. It's time to be married."

Silent, Aria could see Nisa's tightly-linked hand, nervous, that's what the girl felt. Perhaps shamefully, a girl is busy chasing a man. But Nisa did not want to miss this opportunity. He wants to feel happiness for the rest of his life. Selfish indeed, but Nisa doesn't care.

"Look Om, I'm sorry about Nisa. I can't." Aria answered firmly. Remembering Amato the assistant, be a firm man. Maybe Aria's answer will hurt Nisa, but it hurts more now than she just gives false hope.

"Why did Aria reject me?" nisa's voice was trembling a little. He already knew the answer, but he forced himself to ask.

"I don't love you." Firm and straightforward, Aria's answer was like a sharp knife that tore through Nisa's heart. Sick? Sure oes.

"Love will grow if we are together often. Most importantly, we have the same goal. Married to worship and perfect religion." Nisa tries to argue with Aria.

"Nisa. Just talk again." Persuade Heru, for the old man was quite embarrassing, had to beg for a mate with Aria and her family.

"Pig...." Nisa's crying almost broke.

"With or without my mom, my decision is the same. I still refuse this match. I'm sorry Nisa. You deserve a better man than me. Same with you." Twice Nisa's heart felt stabbed by a knife. Aria's resolute rejection really hurt her heart.

"O Allah, do you not wish to grant my last wish?" Inner Nisa pilu.

"Mas boss, isn't it outrageous?" Amato asked after escorting Heru and Nisa out.

"You said I had to be strict. How the hell?" Gertak Aria's. Amato instantly scratched his head that was not itchy. "It's not up to meweek girls. Where sholehot uh sholehah again." Bela Amato's.

"Yes, you married Nisa there."

"Wo ndak my level is the same as Nisa."

"A delinquent child who prays with njai?" ask Amato.

"Alah mbohlah's. Have you asked Santo yet?" Aria changed the subject from Nisa which only made her head even more dizzy.

Amato shook her head slowly. Santo, your mother's personal assistant who doesn't love Aria. The man, who is six months old, runs two brownie factories owned by his mother. And one AC service office left by the father, whose network has penetrated the entire country. The office that until now is still managed by Mama Aria, because Aria has not been willing to take over.

The assistant nodded. Aria growled furiously. Surely the Saint as the mother did not love Aria was conspiring, boycotting Aria about the blonde widow. "Mama misunderstood me."

"On Suketi?" Aria nodded.

"Eat him mas, if there's nothing then don't make the charade as if there's nothing."

"It's mama mostly watch the same drama read nopel onlen. I have no intention of halalin in blondes."

"But mama mas boss thinks so. It's a misunderstanding, a lash, a stop now." Aria was silent as she played her finger. Does he have to start looking for this dear Aria mama. Usually when angry, the mother just muter all day in the traditional market. If it is late afternoon go home alone with souvenirs from the seabrek market. A little bit of Aria likes it when the mama is angry.

But these? It has been six months, and the mother is still at home with her snacking event. Has her mother been kidnapped? But where possible, because the mother was angry, and the streets to the market always cosplay so the mother-memak complex. Wear negligee, flip-flops. Has been charisma of a Nirmala Princess Loka, wife of Magenta Aria Loka, the deceased.

And Aria has been back and forth checking into the favorite market of the mother but did not meet. Some of the mama's subscription traders also said they had never seen Aria's mom shopping in the market. "Yuuhhh, I'm dizzy." Complain Aria. The man's finger moved again, knocking on the table in front of him.

"Matt...." The owner of the name glanced sharply, but Aria cuek.

"Have people watch over Santo, follow the robot. I'm sure he knows something about my mama." Santo, the stiff man, is only subject to the orders of the mother, not dear to Aria. The figure of a man who is very annoying in Aria's eyes, but awesome in Amato's eyes

"Ready boss!" Amato standby mode active.

Amato started to move, with Aria also playing her phone. Check out some indiscriminate incoming e-mails what day. Or what time is it. It's very disrespectful. Fortunately, he is still single. Nothing to do with thor 😆😆

"Sir, there's a guest in front. Said he wanted to see Mr. Aria." Aria and Amato looked at each other, hearing the words of ART's aunt. A guest? Any more? Who is visiting this Sunday.

The two men looked at each other again when the aunt said that she had told the guest to come in but did not want to. The guest is waiting at the gate with his motorbike.

"Motorized?" The two men asked simultaneously. Who else would be a guest from the middle class that Aria had.

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